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“Yes, Callum. Please, Callum.”

He slides one foot against the inside of mine, spreading my legs wider. His hand slips around my hip, holding me in place as he grinds his cock against my G-spot. My knees threaten to give out, but he keeps me in place with an arm around my waist.

“You want to come, kitten?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, his hand pressing into the bottom of my stomach.

“Please, Callum.” My harsh whisper bounces through the church, a broken plea that he’s all too happy to indulge.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he leans forward, sliding his hand down to press two fingers against my clit. “Come for me, kitten.”

I cry out, my orgasm wracking through me so violently that my vision blurs at the edges. Callum comes with me, his entire body shuddering with relief.

There’s a moment of silence before Callum lets out a soft laugh. “You definitely aren’t supposed to do that in a church.”

Twenty-Seven: Losing You

CALLUM

It’s been two days since Rosalind made the call, and nothing has happened. We know it can’t be much longer now, and rather than allow that to weigh her down, Rosalind seems to be eagerly awaiting the moment she gets to face Ginetta again.

She walks around the house with nervous, bouncing steps. She paces the length of whatever room she’s in until it starts to make me nervous. I’ve been giving her all kinds of fun and painful ways to release some of that pent-up energy, but that only lasts until she wakes up again.

Tonight, I’ve had to all but wrestle her onto the couch. I turned on the TV, unsurprised to see It’s A Wonderful Life playing on the reruns channel that Rosalind likes so much. She didn’t want to sit still, but I gave her the best incentive possible.

Rosalind comes on my face twice before George Bailey meets Clarence on the bridge.

She’s finally settled, her body loose and satiated as she rests against me, and I breathe easier knowing she’s relaxed.

Then my phone vibrates.

Theo: Two incoming

I turn the phone in Rosalind’s direction so she can read the message. Her face sobers, those soft green eyes hardening with determination. She’s so close to me that I can feel the tension working its way through her body.

Before I can ask if she still wants to do this, my phone vibrates again with an open window alert. Rosalind sees the notification pop up, her eyes locked on the screen. Her shoulders are set as she goes to stand, but I pin her in place.

Rosalind’s features soften as we watch one another. I try to memorize her face, starting with the slant of her nose and the way her eyes dip at the corners, then down to the pout of her lips. When I stare at them for too long, she leans forward to press those lips to mine.

This kiss doesn’t feel like any of the kisses we’ve shared recently. Not because it lacks aggression, the little brat bites my lower lip hard enough that I think it might bleed, but because I can feel the trust behind it. Rosalind trusts me with this, and I’m trusting her in return.

“You better fucking find me,” she whispers, her lips bumping against mine with each word. She’s so pliant in my arms, and I don’t want to let her go.

“I would have to lose you to find you,” I whisper back before pulling far enough away to look her in the eyes. “And I’m never losing you again.”

She gives me a small smile before pushing off my lap. “I’m going to bed,” she says, loud enough for the words to carry through the house but not so loud it’s obvious she’s faking.

“Okay,” I match her volume, my eyes locked on her face. “I’ll join you in a minute.”

Rosalind’s steps are steady on the way to the bedroom. Her leg has finally healed enough for her to use it properly, and I say a silent prayer she won’t re-injure it before I can get to her. The door opens, and I half expect the GiGi’s to come out swinging, but nothing happens. Rosalind steps inside the room and closes the door softly.

The moment the latch clicks, I’m over the back of the couch, creeping along the wall with my gun in hand. Stopping next to the door, I can hear muffled voices inside the room, but they aren’t loud enough for me to understand what they’re saying. I catch Rosalind’s distinct cadence and one other voice, but the third person doesn’t appear to be saying anything.

The Silent Killer.

Ginetta and her little guard dog must have come themselves to make sure the kidnapping is done correctly this time.

A noise sounds in the room, one I don’t like. I’m still trying to place what it could be when a much louder sound grabs my attention. Something is knocked over, and I know there’s no way I’m staying in this hallway. I wouldn’t ignore a sound like that, and they know it.

I move into the room before the door is even fully open, my eyes landing on Rosalind’s limp body resting against Ginetta’s side. Someone slams into me before I’m able to get a shot off at Ginetta, and we crash into the open door before falling to the ground.

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