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“Where you’re deep in thought.” I shrug off the accusation. “So, when do I get to play?” Rocco licks his lips, and if I was a better man, a better brother, I’d be concerned about his passion for torture, but something tells me it will come in handy for him.

“Kai will give us a heads-up. In the meantime, Darryl Davis.” Rocco’s eyebrows rise at the name. “I want his school changed. I don’t want him anywhere near Ellie.”

“I heard he broke his nose.” He chuckles.

“He’s lucky I didn’t break his fucking neck.”

Rocco stares at his knife. “You want him roughed up a little more?”

“No. I don’t want any more attention coming from that family. Nor should you.” I stare at him pointedly.

“Hmm, you’re probably right.”

I place my knife and fork on my plate. “I mean it, Rocco. You need to ensure you have this shit under control.” Anger builds inside me. Of all the fucking women he could fall for, it had to be her.

“I’m not giving her up,” he spits out with confidence in his tone.

I swallow thickly. Our younger brother asks for nothing. Whereas Tommy barely has any input in our family and Ricardo fucked off to join a MC we’re not meant to know about, Rocco has stood by my side. He’s stepped up from the moment he became a teenager, taking on extra responsibilities and duties his brothers so easily shirked, and I couldn’t be prouder.

“Very well. Then do what you have to do.” I give him a firm nod, determined to stand by my little brother. We’ll battle the war coming our way because he deserves it.

He deserves our loyalty.

Rocco’s shoulders relax at my support, and I choose that moment to divert the conversation back to me and Ellie. “Rosalita said she needs softness.” I exhale heavily. “I’m not soft.” Irritation bubbles inside me, knowing I’m not everything she desires. I want nothing more than to be the man she not only deserves, but the man she cannot be without. I want to be her everything, like she’s quickly becoming mine.

“No shit.” Rocco laughs, and I glare at him, my fingers itching to pull my weapon and have him pay for his insult, no matter how useful he is. Then his face falls serious. “You need to take her on a date.” He points toward me and smiles while I narrow my eyes. A date?

I don’t fucking date. I simply take what I want, when I want it.

“Yeah, with that empty expression, I’m guessing you never went on a date, am I right?”

“There’s no reason for that shit.” I wave my hand at him nonchalantly.

Then he sits forward and his serious gaze drills into mine. “Trust me. Take her out, it’ll have her feeling all special. Then boom, she falls madly in love with you and accepts all your shit.”

It all sounds too easy, that’s too easy. My little doll has a lot to overcome, so maybe a date would help her become more accepting of the situation. I muse over his words while my mind whirls a mile a minute, coming up with ideas.

Then without giving Rocco another word, I push back in my chair and stride toward the door, eager to get back to my little doll, but a foreign feeling of guilt churns away inside me, clawing to get out.

If she finds out the truth, it will hurt her, and I’m not sure how I will make it right. Sucking on my cock will not cut it.

A date might help soften the blow.

For now, I banish the notion and stride through the foyer with determination.

I need her full with my baby, then I’ll get to keep her.

Our own little family.

My perfect little possessions.

Chapter Twenty

Ellie

Happiness fills me as I apply another coat of lip gloss and smack my lips together while staring at myself in the mirror, then smile proudly at my reflection.

Since arriving at Rafael’s house, I can’t help but feel like I’ve grown as a person, and not just because of the sex. Now that I’ve given in to his desires and his ownership of me, the burden of weight lifted makes me feel lighter, cherished, and full of a newfound confidence. I can be myself with him; he knows my weaknesses and turns them into something that benefits us both, lightening the heavy load that always pulled me down. Whenever Rafael is around me, I never have the loneliness ball of dread I’ve become accustomed to, because he simply helps me feel complete, like a treasured possession.

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