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Rox threw her head back on the couch, crying out into her empty apartment, before her body stilled, just as I saw her raise her fingers that had been down her pants to her mouth and suck her own arousal off herself.

Fuck me.

That was it. I blew so hard into the slut’s mouth that I could feel it coming up the sides of my cock to dribble down her chin. She choked for a minute, before I relaxed back into my chair.

She let my cock plop out of her mouth, covered in my own cum, once it fell out of her mouth. She tried to clean it up with her hands and swallow what she could, but it was dripping down into her cleavage.

Making her way to her feet, I tsked, pulling her wrist back so her knees slammed onto the floorboards. “You’re not done. Finish the job.”

She looked down at my softening cock, her eyes widening, before she realised what I meant and sucked me back into her mouth to clean me off.

When she was done, I tucked myself back into my jeans and dismissed her. She was a mess, my cum drizzling down her chin and into her shirt, but she didn’t protest. I did, however, see tears in her eyes and her sniffle was loud when she reached the door.

“What do you think your role is here?” I asked her, annoyed she had the audacity to be upset when she came here looking for something to do.

“Umm…”

“Your job is to entertain the brothers. When you come looking for someone to suck, do a good job and leave. You’re no ol’ lady, you don’t deserve a warm bed unless you’ve been told to stay. Crying about it isn’t going to do you any favours, especially not with me or any of the other officers. Grow a spine if you want to continue being a Royal Bastard bunny.”

Her lip wobbled, but she nodded, and left the office as quickly as she could.

Fuck.

I was an asshole, but what I said wasn’t untrue. They had one purpose here, and if they couldn’t do that, then what was the point?

My eyes drifted down to the screen again, this time the camera had followed Rox to the kitchen where she stood over the counter, looking down at something on her screen.

A full glass of wine next to her hand, she was holding herself up with both palms down on the marble countertop, her head hung between her shoulders.

I zoomed in, to see a laptop underneath her, and an email open. I could see the photo of Camo in the email. It was the same email blast that went to everyone he knew, detailing his death and funeral details.

Oh fuck. I wanted to be there, to hold her in my arms and be her strength, like I had been once upon a time.

Then she raised her head and looked firmly at her wine glass, then back at her laptop, before she typed something in and a flight company was pulled up on her screen.

Shit. My cock was getting hard again.

Was she coming home?

Rox

My hands were trembling as I picked up the wine glass from the countertop. The photo of Cameron sitting on my laptop, the words underneath, almost didn’t make sense. I’d picked up the phone and called my friend, Grace, his wife. She’d confirmed that her husband had been killed and his funeral was this week. We’d spent five minutes crying on either end, unable to speak. My heart broke for her, and for their kids who would grow up without a father, and then I got mad.

Who the fuck would do this?

I hadn’t seen Cam in years, but we’d stayed in touch, especially when Grace would pop out another kid for him. He knew my reasons for not coming home, and he respected them, but he didn’t like it. He’d been as close to me as a brother, all through my late teen years and early into my twenties, until the only man to truly own my heart had broken it and I’d had to leave before I dissolved into something that never mattered.

My break up with Adrian had been hard. Harder than anything I’d ever faced before, but there wasn’t a day I didn’t wish I had ignored my best friend Stacey’s text to tell me to come to the clubhouse. She’d been acting weird with me for weeks before it. I should have known she was up to something, but I’d believed she was my best friend. Even though I told her I didn’t want to go to the clubhouse anymore, especially when me and Adrian fought all the time since he took over as Prez, she still insisted. I didn’t want him to make me jealous with the club whores, because all it would do would infuriate me more and make me second guess what I meant to him.

It had taken me three years to get over him, not that I truly was, but I did my best.

It had been fifteen years since that fateful night, and I still couldn’t think about him without a funny sensation in my chest rising.

This email just brought it all back. I stood up, and clicked into a new browser, bringing up the airline website and searching for the next flight to Sydney. I had to put my fears of seeing him again to say goodbye to my oldest friend, he deserved that. I had to be strong for him.

And Grace.

God. I couldn’t imagine having four of his kids and having to do that on her own. My eyes filled with tears as I booked my flight to Sydney for tomorrow afternoon. I’d arrive a day before the funeral, but I didn’t want to linger too much. I didn’t want time to miss Sydney. I needed to stay focused on London.