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She shuddered, clutching my hair into her fist as her legs shook with another orgasm.

My name fell from her lips, crying out loud in one weak breath. A melody so beautiful, I wanted to put it on repeat.

When she relaxed, her legs opened and I laid one last kiss on her cunt before I came up from between her thighs, seating her ass back onto the wall.

Sterlie’s face was flushed, a blissful smile on her lips, eyes still closed. She was so beautiful, I could barely wrap my mind around it.

She sat there, not caring that she would’ve fallen off the wall if I wasn’t holding her up. Her trust in me to make sure she’d never touch the ground finding a cozy spot in my heart.

Her trust, no matter how small, meant everything to me.

36

UNLUCKY ARLO

Milo Marucci

The last time I wore a black hoodie—with the hood actually on my head—and tried to sneak into my house was never.

Even as a teenager, my parents simply didn’t care at what times I came home or left our property. Sure, I was forced to have people with me just in case, but even if I left without anyone, I still knew the worst they would’ve done was sit me in a room far away from my siblings to lecture me.

Now I was twenty-five years old, making sure I wasn’t to be seen on a single security camera.

As far as I could tell, they still had them in the same places, which was fortunate for me.

I could’ve disabled the cameras, but if anything, that would’ve caught their attention faster than simply avoiding them.

The walls and gates were too high to climb over them, but it was a good thing that I knew my way around this place. The house itself was at least a two-minute car ride away from the front gate, which meant I had about a six-minute walk ahead of me just to get to the house.

Six minutes was a lot considering that it was me against at least two handfuls of people. That was why I snuck in from one of the less guarded gates. It was also way closer to the house.

Just as I approached the gate, which was overgrown with vines, a hand laid on my shoulder.

I didn’t flinch, but I did turn around and throw my fist right into my cousin's face without a second glance.

Arlo groaned in pain and rubbed his hand over half of his face. “I’m never responding to your call ever again.”

“Sorry.” I handed Arlo a tissue to wipe away the blood from his now bloody nose. It was a miracle I even had tissues on me. But they were pink, so these came from Sterlie. “It’s your fault for sneaking up on me.”

He gestured toward the gate, then added, “I told you to wait for me, and yet here you are trying to get inside without me. I could’ve been anyone.”

“I fail to understand how that excuses you sneaking up on me.”

Arlo sighed ever so dramatically. “Instead of checking first, you’re here injuring your favorite cousin. I almost died because of you. What would you have done? Just let me lie here, dead? What if my kid found me? What if Dahlia found me?!”

My eyes rolled as I regretted having called him.

Yesterday, I told Arlo to get his ass to Palermo because I knew I was trying to get inside the house tonight. I couldn’t have possibly taken Sterlie with me, and I wasn’t willing to put my security in even more danger. They had families after all.

Protecting me was one thing. Going on a suicide mission with me was another.

But I wasn’t stupid enough to go on my own either.

Arlo was the only one who could get inside without anyone caring. He was already walking in and out of that house as he pleased for years, acting like he was trying to find me.

As it turned out, they knew he was acting. They didn’t care.

Hold up. They. Didn’t. Care.

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