Page 60 of They Will Burn

When his eyes meet mine again, they’re full of hunger, and despite how sore I am, I want nothing more than for him to fuck me here and now.

These men really have corrupted me.

“Don’t look at me like that, Little Menace. It’s already taking all my strength not to bend you over and fuck you so you go to this meeting full of my cum.”

I groan at the idea, and his eyes flash with amusement.

“Later,” he promises.

By the time he climbs into the driver’s seat, I’ve shot a message into the group chat to let them know where we’re going, and then I allow my eyes to fall closed. Might as well get a little rest on the drive across town.

I dozed off for a few minutes during the drive, but I didn’t want to ruin the makeup I haphazardly threw on while trying to be as quiet as I could.

I’m still shocked I snuck out of bed without Kovu waking up because he’s such a light sleeper, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew I was sneaking out and would have followed me if Crew hadn’t beaten him to it, because he replied to my message almost immediately.

Crew pulls into the docks, and I watch as the mask he wears outside the compound snaps into place. He shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be involving the Syndicate in day-to-day issues within my business, and I know how this is going to look to the other families, but I can’t find it in me to care. They’re just going to have to get used to it, because I can’t imagine the four men who have captured my heart are all that likely to let me walk into dangerous situations alone.

I direct him around to where Trevor told me he was going to be and frown when the office lights are turned off. We have someone here around the clock guarding the docks, but I’ve never been here when the office is empty.

Crew puts the car in park and looks around at our surroundings. “Are you sure this is where he said?”

I nod and pull his number up, but when I try to call, it goes straight to voicemail.

“I don’t like this,” he murmurs, and I’m quick to nod. It feels off. The docks are too still. There’s always some kind of activity down here, considering how many shipments come through here a week and how many can only be transported at night to avoid the attention of the cops.

I try Trevor again, but when I get the same result, my stomach drops. This is the first time I’ve been in real danger as the boss, and how completely unprepared I am for it takes me off guard. I could blame the fact that I didn’t think I would still be so young when I took my place, or that I thought it would take longer for someone to pull something like this, especially considering my attachment to the Legion, but regardless, I’m not prepared at all for the trap that’s been set for me.

I glance around again, and this time I spot something. It’s small, but I catch the reflection of metal around the side of a shipping container and barely get the chance to open my mouth before the first bullet hits the side of the car. A startled scream escapes my throat at the same time Crew curses.

“Seat belt!” he barks out the order, and I’m quick to obey before I reach for the glove box. If there’s anything my training taught me, it’s that there’s always a weapon in any criminal’s car, and that’s the usual location.

The car jerks backward, and I’m thrown back against the seat before I can wrap my hand around the gun I spotted.

“Hold on tight, Little Menace.”

That’s the only warning I get before he takes off backward. He does an impressive maneuver that I’m going to have to get him to teach me to turn us around, and then we’re speeding away from the docks.

Crew touches a button on the steering wheel, and a second later, the sound of a phone calling fills the cab. Somehow, I don’t think this is the first time he’s been in a situation like this one.

“What’s wrong?” Bishop asks, his tired voice sending a shot of guilt through me. I was so fucking stupid to fall for this. What would have happened if Crew didn’t insist on coming with me? Would I be dead right now? Or bleeding out somewhere?

Fuck.

“It was a trap.” He checks the rearview mirror and curses, and as soon as I turn around, I see exactly why.

There are two SUVs speeding up behind us.

“Where are you now?” The sound of sheets rustling fills the line, and I realize he’s getting out of bed.

“Still by the docks. I can’t risk drawing them back to the compound, so I’m taking Camilla to the safe house near the Scarlet Lounge.”

“I’m on my way.”

“No, stay put. We’ve got this. I just knew you’d freak out when the phones went down.”

Why would the phones go down? I ask myself, but then another bullet hits the back window, and I lose all train of thought other than terror.

Why the fuck did I think I would be good at this? Why did I think I could lead a mafia family at the age of eighteen? Maybe I should have just let Michael and Scott run the family into the ground. At least then I’d be safe.

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