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I don’t want to hear her words, so I shove her jacket aside, bite her nipple through her shirt, and fuck her until I make her come. She fights me fiercely, but no matter how hard she tries to hold it off, she belongs to me. To us.

Still, she forces her body not to respond, pushing at me. For a moment, she hates me for making her body do what I want, but when she looks at me, her gaze softens, and she touches my cheek before she cascades all over my cock with an orgasm that tears me apart.

When she comes, she shatters in my arms, her pussy quakes all over my cock, and I sink further into the rolling walls of her pussy, not ready for her to stop coming for me. I haven’t left the hold I have on her throat, but now I use my other hand and bury it in the hair at her nape.

Her tresses are so soft, one tug and the band holding her hair in place comes undone and falls like a river over my hand. I pull at her roots, and her pussy convulses obediently for me, her walls still hugging me so tight that I’m on the verge of emptying myself inside her. I abruptly pull my cock from her, and the motion has the same effect on her as when I penetrated her.

As if she knows I’m punishing her, she defiantly looks me in the eye and silently dares me to react when she reaches for my cock, wraps her small hand around my thickness, and refuses to let go.

My shaft jerks against her palm, pulsing and glistening from my head now as more flows from my slit. I squeeze her throat a little, and fuck, if her sweet gasp doesn’t make me harder. But she doesn’t let go of my cock. I force myself to look into her eyes, and I feel her words slide between us.

Fuck. I’m broken.

I let go of my hold on her. She slowly releases my cock. I straighten my clothes, and so does she.

I reach out for the elevator's buttons. My finger hovers until I feel her slip her hand into my other hand. Instead of resuming our descent, I take us back up to the floor, where my little sister lies and will now die.

Chapter Thirty-One

Livia

Emotions like I’ve never felt before consume me. I think about Callen saving little Hazel from being sex-trafficked. How Mason saved my life and then wanted to assure me he was nothing like his deadbeat biological father. And how deeply Deacon is capable of love. When he held his sister’s hand in his with such care, my heart broke for him. And when he held my hand, I felt strong enough for both him and me when he let his sister go.

Beneath their ruthless, deadly veneers, who are they really?

We drive home—wait home? I meant to say to their house in utter silence. The instant we step inside, Callen and Mason are waiting for us. By the look on their faces, they know about Deacon’s sister. I’ve learned her name was Bianca.

But here now, I feel as if I’m intruding. The bond between these three men overwhelms me. It’s stronger than I thought humans were capable of feeling. Stronger than if they were brothers. They mirror the same hidden emotion I felt in Deacon. They’re feeling what he’s feeling. It finally makes sense now why I can’t separate them in my mind. Because they ARE one, in three different ways.

Veronica and Celine appear from a living room, both of their eyes are red from crying. I feel even more like an intruder now. I start to walk away toward the stairs that lead me up to my room—my cell—but Deacon catches my wrist, stopping me.

“We breed her tonight,” Deacon says to the two men standing before us. He then shifts his attention to Veronica, who nods her head with a mixture of happiness and sadness. Celine manages a smile while tears roll down her face.

I don’t know what’s happening around me and more to the point, I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I go through the motions as if I’m in a trance… here, but not here.

In the bedroom, Veronica is not her usual calm self. She wavers between tears of happiness and tears of grief for Bianca.

“This is exactly what we need. A new baby. I hope the baby will be a girl, so we can call her Bianca. Will you be okay with that, Livia?” Celine asks, her cheeks are flushed pink with excitement, but sadness lingers in her eyes.

A baby?

We breed her tonight.

Deacon’s words echo in my head repeatedly. Is that why Veronica needed to know the dates of my cycle? So she could inform them. They know I’m ovulating. Every moment I spent with them, they knew what was happening to my body. Oh god.

Veronica hands me a bottle of water and insists I hydrate before I start getting ready.

Getting ready for what?

My breeding?

Oh god. I start to pace the floor, oblivious to Celine’s chatter as she pulls out specific oils to put in my bath, and oblivious to what Veronica is doing in the closet.

My phone beeps, and it shocks me. What if it’s my father coming to take me away? It’s not my father. It’s Demi, and she’s left me a voice message. My insides curl involuntarily.

“Livia, just listen to me. This is long. I heard my father talk about this Kirill Yenin. My god, Livia. He’s reigning terror around the world, and the underground world is scrambling. He’s taking over smaller mafia units and making his way to the top. He got in on a massive laundering scheme with the Global Underground Six Bratva and is blackmailing a unit of the Mexican cartel. The Mexican cartel! No one in their right mind messes with the Mexican cartel, but he did, and he’s got the upper hand.

“He wants a seat on the Global Underground Six. He wants the majority share, and that would mean ousting the Ursid Syndicate. If more units start alliances with him, he might succeed. Everyone who wrote him off is now rethinking their strategy and thinks it’s better to be on his side. He murdered the leader of the oldest and most revered faction in Hong Kong. Livia, are you listening to me? He has something on the president. Do you hear what I’m saying?”

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