Angie had to protect her.
“My sister? I don’t have a sister.”
“Hmm. Interesting. Not much lost love between you, then?”
“If you are talking about Keira then you should know that we’re not blood related. And I have nothing to do with her anymore. I . . . I hate her.”
“I always found that the best relationships are the ones we have with people who aren’t blood. So you won’t be going to her?”
“No.”
“Come with me. I’ll give you a house and my protection. Everything you need.”
“Why? From the goodness of your heart?” she asked sarcastically. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that it’s no strings attached.”
“Oh no. There are always strings. I have my own reasons for doing this. I really don’t have much of a heart. But if you come with me, no one will touch you. Including me.”
“What reasons do you have for wanting me?” she asked.
“You’re a piece of the puzzle, Angie. And I like to solve all of my puzzles.”
This was insane.
She should say no. She could be leaving one prison for another. But did she really have much choice? This wasn’t living. Even if this guy killed her he’d be putting her out of her misery.
“Fine,” she said, making up her mind. “Let’s go.”
“Good. Don’t worry about your stuff, I’ll get you more.”
“Wait,” she said as they left the motel room. “What is your name?”
“Hello, Angie. I’m the Fox.”
1
Jared Bartolli’s dick was a work of art.
There was no other way to describe it. North wasn’t ashamed to say that he’d sucked his fair share of dicks.
But none of them compared to this man’s.
“Are you thinking about how magnificent my dick is again?” Jared asked in a dry voice.
North raised his eyes to Jared’s gaze. The other man was staring at him coolly, but North saw a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“What gave it away?” North asked, unperturbed.
“It could be the fact that you’ve been staring at my dick for the last five minutes and licking your lips instead of listening to me. Which usually means you’re daydreaming about my dick.”
Most men would tremble at the stern look that filled Jared’s face. Having a Bartolli give you their undivided attention wasn’t normally a good thing.
But North liked to ride the edge of danger. It made him feel alive.
“Shall I punish you for ignoring me?” Jared mused.
North tipped his head to one side, hiding his rush of excitement. “I don’t think I deserve punishment for daydreaming about your dick. I mean, perhaps if I was thinking about someone else’s dick . . .”
Ooh.
