Page 16 of Ruthless Reign

Hardin stalked over from the window and plucked the dildo from Kaleb’s grasp, dropping it back into the drawer and then slamming it shut. “She won’t be needing any of that shit.”

Kaleb shouldered Hardin out of the way with a scoff, tugging the drawer back open. “Speak for yourself, man. Toys are friends, not foes.”

I bit back a laugh at the color creeping into Hardin’s face as his brother picked out a good selection of items, dropping each one into the suitcase with exaggerated excitement.

He bit his lower lip, lifting a brow in my direction as he examined the largest butt plug I owned as if he doubted it would fit. I gave him a look that conveyed it did and he blinked, muttering something under his breath that sounded like I’m going to need to see that as he dropped it into the suitcase to join its sinful cousins.

Hardin left the room with a tight jaw and darkness shadowing his eyes. We heard the front door slam behind him as he left to go and wait in the car.

“Don’t mind him,” Kaleb said, coming to brush my hair back behind my shoulder, letting his fingertips linger lightly against my neck for just long enough to make me shiver. He smiled at my response, and I licked my lips, in wonder at how my abused pussy could even respond to him after what his brother did to me last night. “He’s never been good at sharing.”

I swallowed hard. “Then I guess we’ll have to teach him how.”

“Yeah?” he asked and something in his tired eyes gleamed. I saw surprise there. Relief. And something I didn’t want to name just yet.

“Yeah.”

I didn’t ask where the car came from. Didn’t think I wanted to know. Not long after we got back to Hardin and Kaleb’s place, Kaleb left and returned hours later with a nondescript navy Toyota. Hardin and I had to meet him a few blocks over and we took the back door out of the house, hopping the fence into the neighbor’s yard.

Overkill, I thought. I hadn’t seen anyone watching the house. Hardin admitted he didn’t see anyone either, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t someone out there watching. Which was totally what I needed to hear.

I figured Kaleb chose this car because of the tinted windows. Tinted so dark I imagined they bordered on the legal limits of what was allowed.

There was a bobblehead of Chewbacca fixed to the dash and a lime green steering wheel cover beneath his rigid fingers as he drove us to the meet.

It definitely wasn’t one of theirs. And I doubted it belonged to another of the Saints. Stolen, then. Of course I’d have to wait for them in a stolen vehicle. Made total sense. Completely fucking normal.

“Did you get your shit all moved in?” Kaleb asked, breaking the silence as we drove.

I shook my head, biting my lip. They didn’t have a spare bedroom. When Kaleb dropped my suitcase in the living room he said I could stay in his room if I wanted. Even offered to take the couch. Hardin didn’t make the same offer, but I’d seen the muscle in his jaw flex.

So my shit stayed in the living room.

“No. Not yet. Just showered and grabbed a bite.”

“Coffee does not count as food,” Hardin grumbled from the passenger seat.

Kaleb snorted. “We’ll get you something to eat when we’re through here.”

Truth be told, I wasn’t hungry, but I’d force something down if only to shut them both up.

My phone chimed with a message from Toby.

Toby

Do you know when you’re coming back?

Becca

Not yet.

Toby

Should we be worried?

Becca

As long as I’m not there you should be fine. Maybe just lock the doors, though? I’m so, so sorry.

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