Page 55 of Saviors

He was trying to hunt down Violet’s brothers, Aaron and Craig. But hacking wasn’t in our skill set. Connor was okay. Ivette was better.

“They’ve crawled into a little hole like the fucking ferrets they are.” My teeth ground together as I thought about it. I wanted to get my hands on them. Needed to rip them apart for what they’d done to her.

Killing Simon wasn’t enough. I wouldn’t be satisfied until every person who hurt her was eviscerated. Until she could walk free, knowing no one would dare to touch her again.

Connor grunted in frustration as he sat straight. Pulling on the back of his neck, he looked at Reid. “It would be faster if we asked Ivette to—.”

“No.” There was a clear command and reprimand in that single word. “This is personal. Not work.”

I silently agreed with him. We didn’t want to get her involved with these guys. Like Violet, she was our family. And we did anything to protect family.

Okay, not exactly like Violet. I’d never seen or even imagined Ivette naked. I’d never felt her sweet pussy ripple around my fingers. Or hear her soft whimper when she came. I’d never covered her creamy skin in my cum.

No, Ivette really was like a sister to me. While Violet was something more. She was a different kind of family. She was someone I wanted to kiss every day. Sleep with every night. Fuck every minute.

There was a deeper feeling brewing. A desire to see her heal even in ways she hadn’t imagined.

I pictured her bent over. Tied up. Her tight ass in the air just waiting for my hand. My belt turning her skin a gorgeous shade of pink.

I’d make her crave the things she feared.

My mind kept replaying the time we’d spent with her. The way she’d come so sweetly on my fingers while kissing Connor. The beautiful softness of her body covered in our cum. The delicate moans she made.

Two encounters, and I was obsessed. I needed more.

“Why can’t I go see my belladonna?” It wasn’t just the craving to be with her that made my limbs tense. It was the waiting. Doing nothing. The tapping of the keys. The whir of the computer. I needed to expel the restless energy.

“She’s not yours.” Reid didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “She needs space to think. To process what happened without your dick in her face.”

“Actually, it was your dick.” This time, he glared at me. But I saw more than anger in his expression.

My lip twitched. I enjoyed pissing him off. I would’ve enjoyed Violet’s pussy more, but I took what I could.

His gaze narrowed as I stood and grabbed my jacket off the chair. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“To find her.”

“Don’t you even think about—.”

“Relax.” I waved a dismissive hand as I walked towards the door. “I’m just going to take her out to have a little fun. It’s hard to know what you want when you’re locked up all the time. Afraid to leave.”

I knew I had him when he didn’t respond. But as I drove the short distance home, I wondered if he was right. Did we have to wait for her to come to us again? Would pushing her send her back to the dark place she lived in? Or did she need someone to force her out?

“Violet?” The door snapped shut behind me as I stepped into the house.

“She’s upstairs.” Charlie came in from the hall. “She still doesn’t like being around me when you guys are gone.”

I slapped him on the shoulder as I headed up the stairs. He was a decent guy, and she’d see that soon enough. My gut tightened as I grasped the handle to her room, wondering how I’d find her. Connor was the one who could calm her if she had a panic attack.

My breathing was shallow. My chest constricted as I opened the door. Oxygen filled my lungs when I saw her sitting on the bench seat by the window; a book in her hands. For a moment, I just admired her.

Her glossy black hair slid over her shoulder. She had her legs tucked to her chest, making her seem even smaller than she was. There was a slight flush in her pale skin. A perfect dip at the top of her pink lips.

She looked up, and those green eyes captivated me. They no longer had the glaze of drugs. Or the cloudiness of fear. Instead, they were coming alive as she smiled. “Hi.”

Her soft voice slid through me, settling next to my heart. “Hi, belladonna.”

Her lips curved deeper. She was fucking perfect.

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