She’s gotme fucked up if she thought I forgot she ran away from me. That she was out without protection and could’ve been killed.
Then where does that fucking leave me?
Three grown-ass men who’d be devastated by her loss, and I’d be what I always am—the pillar holding everything and everyone together.
I don’t think I’m that strong.
Not only will they die a little inside from her death, but it’ll be another mess I’m not capable of picking up. I’ve grown attached to this brat and the reason why, in this particular moment, is how tightly she’s squeezing my cock and taking me like she was born to do it.
A reckoning that has changed everything we’ve ever known.
Except this woman is in serious need of a wake-up call through her sorrow and anguish over Wallace’s death. With each step she takes toward revenge, it’s one more away from us. Even with me railing inside her, demanding her submission to listen for one goddamn minute. I need her back to her normal, idiotic at times, self, but back to Reeve and Torin. For us to be this big fucked-up family Ozzy has always imagined up in his head.
She’ll need to step up as queen if Wallace leaves her South Shore.
“What should we do if you run away from me again, Little T?” I ask between each plunge. “I can’tnotteach you a lesson.”
“Choke me so I can’t breathe while you fuck me.”
My balls draw taut at her words. The idea of doing just that and watching her writh and pant underneath me as I fuck her until I can’t see straight. Until I bust my entire load over her pretty cunt and mark her as mine.
To mindme.
I would.
If I didn’t think she was pregnant.
“You might enjoy that too much,” I digress behind her ear and place a soft kiss there against the harshness of my plunges. “And I’m trying to keep you from doing it to me again.”
Bay rotates her face, her cheek brushing my lips as those piercing blue eyes lock onto mine. “I need to do this, Sinatra.”
I know she does.
Betrayal is the biggest no-no in our world. I’m sure Torin would understand more. Now would be the perfect time for him to be present, and he nailed it when he said to keep a close eye on her.
I fucked up and underestimated the lengths Bay was willing to go and turned my eyes for two seconds to get Torin back home.
And those two arefarfrom kissing and making up.
I’m one less guy in my corner to keep her in line. But I was hoping if I got him home and got a chance totellher, she’d want to see him. Something about Torin and her is unmatched and insanely dangerous. But he can play-call her shots and has this uncanny way of calling out her actions before they happen.
Probably because he’d do the same fucking thing.
Has.
He threw Bay in the middle of the fucking Atlantic Ocean, and I didn’t protect her.
I didn’t protect her from Nessa.
Matteo.
Herself.
However, the idea of his homecoming and the fact she’d give a fuck flew out the window when I realized Wallace is theonlyman she’s thinking about. Which opens something in my brain I’m not entirely fond of.
“I understand the need for vengeance, Little T,” I reply flatly. “But what would you have told me if you died? If Nessa pulled that gun and shotyou. If Matteo’s boys took you out?”
“That I’m sorry you and I didn’t have enough time of you bitching at me.”
