Page 46 of Possession

“You figure shit out with your girl yet?” Rocco side-eyes me.

“No.” The line of questioning he’s about to go down has my blood boiling, so I spin it back on him. “You figure shit out with your girl yet?”

He sighs heavily and drags a hand through his already messy hair while resting his combat boots onto my dashboard, causing irritation to sliver inside me at his disrespect. “I’m working on it.” My lip twitches at his words. My little brother will most definitely be working on it, and when our father finds out, he will flip his fucking shit at how much he’s worked on it.

“I’m going to force a baby inside her and give her no choice but to wear my ring and accept me as her husband.” I scoff at his words, knowing how much we’re alike. That should soften the blow for our father; he’s at his happiest when Oliver is in his vicinity. It’s funny how he barely tolerated us growing up.

Rocco shuffles in his seat and adjusts his cock, causing me to grind my teeth together.

“Can you contain that thing until we’ve finished here?” I bite out.

He chuckles, then unclips his blade from his shoulder holster. “My blade gets me hard, what can I say?” He follows the glistening of the metal with his gaze as he turns it from side to side, looking as deranged as ever, then brings the tip to his mouth and drags it over his tongue while stroking over his jean-clad cock.

“Fucked her with it. Still tastes of her pussy.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and stare at the roof of the SUV. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

His loud chuckle fills the vehicle, and when the call comes, I exhale with relief and press the button on the steering wheel to answer. “Talk to me.”

Kai’s voice filters through the SUV. “Three black trucks heading your way. Two minutes out.”

Sharing a look with Rocco, I take in the fact his eyes are alive with vengeance. “And the rat?”

“On the inside, probably fucking with the cameras.”

“Probably.” I nod.

“I have you covered,” he confirms.

“You better.” Then I end the call.

For the first time in my life, I reconsider if keeping all our men out of this was a good idea. It could go disastrously wrong, and then who would look after her? I’d be another man letting her down, and an indescribable pain surges inside my chest at imagining her alone, or worse, with someone other than me by her side.

“You good?” Rocco frowns, his eyes searching mine, pulling me from my wayward thoughts.

“There’s another weapon under your seat.” He leans forward and grabs the gun, checking the magazine before clicking it back into place.

We freeze as we watch three black trucks speed down the hill and into the alley beside our warehouse. I count as six men climb out of the vans. “You think that’s all of ’em?”

I drag a finger over my lip. “Yeah. They need the backs empty for the shipment.”

Rocco nods.

The men disappear inside our warehouse and sparks burn my veins, threatening to ignite with a fury so grave the consequences will be catastrophic.

“You ready?”

“Fuck yeah.” He grins while bouncing in his seat. I chuckle as I throw open the door and close it quietly behind me.

I straighten my jacket and roll my head from side to side, preparing for battle.

Scanning my gaze over Rocco, he gives me a chin lift. “Let’s do this shit.” I nod in response.

We stroll across the road like we don’t have a care in the world, like we don’t have thieving fucking scumbags trying to screw us over.

“Are we going to knock or just walk in there?”

I glance at my brother. “I own the place. We’re going straight in.”

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