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“The Banshee plays for keeps,” the man rasps. His other hand pushes up her top, releasing her breasts. Fuck, she’s not wearing a bra.

Why isn’t she wearing one?

The girl shudders as she comes, and the rushing sound of her orgasm as she squirts makes me roar as I come. Ropes of cum jut straight up into the air as my hips continue to piston. I’m jealous of the man who holds the girl in his arms so possessively.

Something is familiar about her, and the air smells like cinnamon and apples as the man also finds his release.

We’re all gasping for air as we struggle to come down from our high. Straightening, they fix their clothes, but leave my cock flapping in the wind. There’s cum on the girl’s hand, and she stares at it curiously. The man pushes his mask up so his full lips peek out, and he grabs her hand. His tongue licks up my release, his gorgeous lips sucking on the cum that’s collected between her thumb and index finger.

“Just a touch salty, baby,” he murmurs. “Finish up and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

I can see the humor in her body, which is odd to say when she hasn’t said anything and I can’t see her face. I’m unfortunately distracted by her body as she raises the wand, turning it on and pressing it against my neck. I can’t help my scream this time because it fucking hurts, and the world begins to darken.

“See you soon, Jordan,” the girl says as my eyes close.

I don’t know why I’ll see her soon, but I’m sure I’ll find out.

Chapter Six

Líadan

“Not that that wasn’t hot as fuck, milseán, but would you like to tell me what that was about?” Brendan asks, amused as he drives us home.

“Umm, I’m trying to figure it out,” I mutter. “I know him.”

“How? That man isn’t from Chicago, and I don’t know how you’d possibly know him,” he says, confused.

“He was in the market in the park a few years ago,” I say, taking a breath. “His niece was pregnant and he was looking for a sweet treat to bring her. We kind of bonded over my favorite donuts. I never willingly strike up a conversation with people, but he bumped into me. I thought he was sweet, handsome even. God, this is so messed up.”

“No, it’s not,” my best friend says, shaking his head. I love that he never makes me feel as if what I want is odd or fucked up. His cum is still leaking from my pussy, and my body is still shaking from how hard I orgasmed, so I’m feeling a little raw at the moment.

Blowing out a breath, I look down at the mask I have in my lap. We both removed them once we felt it was safe.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say you felt a connection with anyone other than me,” Brendan reminds me. “I don’t blame you, either. Jordan is gorgeous. You’d never be able to tell that he’s in his early fifties.”

“Fifties?” I squeak, eyes wide. “How do you even know that?”

“I had a full portfolio made up on him,” he explains. “I haven’t read it all yet, but Jordan seems to be a pit bull in the music industry. He works for a label that represents various really popular artists.”

“He mentioned that his niece is a musician,” I remember. “Except, the one that he talked about the day we first met was pregnant.”

“Layla is the name of the niece who was at the bar in Vermont,” he says. “We’ll go through the information that was sent to me. Layla is also a musician and singer. She was singing at O’Malley’s during their open mic night. That place is a fucking dive. I don’t have a clue why she’d be there.”

“It sounds like living on the wild side didn’t turn out the way she expected,” I say. “Mila and her brothers are a step up from gangsters. Daddy is always cleaning up their messes. It’s why they’re in Vermont. He sent them out there a few years ago I believe.”

Just because I’m removed from my family’s lives doesn’t mean I stopped paying attention. I want to know what they’re doing. My life is isolated, yet being in the know could be dangerous for me. They’re all fucking vipers. I want to know their weaknesses and strengths for the day I overthrow the entire system.

I won’t promise to live a life on the right side of the law, that’s pretty extreme in my opinion.

“Eh, I think there’s a lot of reasons she could have been there,” Brendan says with a shrug. “The security cameras clocked her as arriving with some other men. I heard the girl sing: she sounded like she was trying to prove something.”

“The niece he told me about is Lennon,” I murmur, pulling out nuggets of information I learned when I looked up the band. “That’s not who he’s protecting now, though. Why do I think it’s incredibly sexy that he’s such a good uncle? I shouldn’t feel like this.”

“There’s no rules when it comes to who you’re attracted to,” Brendan says, smirking. “You can’t be who we are and put limits on connection. I’ve never seen you look at a cock that isn’t mine before and express interest. Baby, that’s a big deal. He’s going to be living in our home, so it’s important to talk about this.”

“This is a terrible idea,” I mutter. “I recognized him immediately. I was so surprised. Usually I don’t care who I’m doling out torture to, but this was different. Don't you think he’ll recognize me?”

“You’re hard to forget, so I think he will,” he says, lips twitching in amusement. “Your dad wants Jordan to monitor the family and his enemies. He’s apparently a decent hacker, and the only reason he was caught is because he tripped a secret alarm in the system that Skyler put in.”

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