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After she tumbled off the cliff into a state of unparalleled bliss, Gage roared out as his cock pulsed and ropes of his hot cum shot forth deep inside of her. Each spurt continued to fill her up until there was no part of her inside that wasn’t drowning with his release.

Joey growled as he wrapped himself around Layne’s back, his own climax erupting out of him violently. He whimpered as he filled her ass with his seed and was overcome with intense satisfaction in every part of his body.

All of them were still tangled up together, Layne sandwiched between the men who laid their claim to not just her body but her heart.

None of them had to say a word as they lay there listening to the heavy breaths and pounding heartbeats of one another.

Chapter Thirteen

IN CASE OF EMERGENCY

Perhaps it wasn’t a five-star hotel and sex by candlelight, but the efforts both Joey and Gage made to diminish the morbid association that day held for Layne had been one for the books. Instead of attempting to pretend that it was any other day of the year, Joey reminded her that it had been the start of their story together. Gage’s involvement gave her hope for the future that he was in this for the long haul to meet her every need.

Spending all their energy on carnal pleasures for a day in an abandoned building down at the docks may not have earned the label of being hopelessly romantic, but it was meaningful to the woman who bound them all together.

Several days had passed and Layne still felt like every muscle in her body had been put through the wringer by both guys, not that she was complaining. Gage had insisted on treating her like a goddess worth pampering, knowing how much her body needed the recovery.

Sitting in the center of Gage’s bed cross-legged with her laptop in front of her, phone to her right, and her earbuds lodged in her ears, she growled in frustration.

“Thomas, there’s evidence he was fucking stealing from my businesses all this time. Liam’s been stealing from me. I want to know why it’s taken this long to get answers!” She swiped her fingers across the trackpad on her computer, scrutinizing every record available to her.

Listening to her trusted advisor spout off a million reasons why it so easily slipped under the radar was giving her a dull headache at the base of her skull. Her fingers smoothed away the wrinkles between her eyebrows that were evidence of her annoyance.

Her eyes lifted from her computer screen as Gage entered the bedroom with a plate of food. Quickly, she minimized one of the windows on the computer. The last thing she wanted was for either of her guys to ask more questions when they didn’t need to know the answers.

Gage was wearing one of his slate gray dress shirts and a pair of jeans. Right above the left pocket of the shirt was embroidered silver thread with the initials ‘C.C.’ for his kink-inspired night club, Cassidy’s Chains.

Approaching the bed, he set the plate down on the night table for her; a grilled chicken wrap and a handful of chips neatly piled on it.

Layne’s hand shooed him away, despite that she couldn’t recall the last meal she had eaten. At her dismissive gesture, Gage’s face went stern.

She continued to focus on her conversation with Thomas who explained further that Liam’s whereabouts were still unknown and they were no closer to figuring out his next moves.

“So, we’ve got jack shit? This is fucking unbelievable, it’s Liam for God’s sake!” The heat of her words caused a shameful silence on the other end of the line. “Tell Sammy, Ethan, and Jonathan to meet me at the Brass Mirror tonight at eight, and they better have good fuckin’ news.” Her finger firmly tapped the end call button on her phone before plucking her earbuds from her ears.

It wasn’t until Gage’s hand gripped her jaw that she realized he hadn’t left the room. His hand turned her head to face him.

“Open.” He commanded as his other hand held half of the wrap he had brought her.

Still irritated with the lack of details on who her brother was coordinating with to have him feeling so confident in his ability to snatch back the family business, she pushed the wrap Gage was offering away from her face. “I’m not hungry. I’ll eat later.”

Not approving of her response, Gage kept his hand firmly attached to her jaw. “I wasn’t asking,” he paused before continuing, “unless you want me to find out just how much punishment your ass can take.”

That had her attention as the stubborn look in her eyes faded to a softer and more wanton glow. Layne would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit to flirting with the idea of defying him one more time just to see what sort of discipline he had in mind. The rumble from her stomach quickly chased away the bratty consideration.

Layne parted her lips and Gage brought the sandwich to her mouth for her to bite into, smiling proudly. “That’s my good girl.”

When Joey and Layne arrived at her covert and elite gambling club, the Brass Mirror, it was packed with members obscenely wagering away their trust funds and generational savings. Each of the tables was full, seating the richest and dirtiest fucks the city had living in it. Scantily clad waitresses moved from table to table, taking drink orders and dirty one-liners with a smile.

Despite not barging into the room commanding attention, there was a large portion of eyes drawn to her when she stepped foot inside. There wasn’t a single soul that didn’t know who she was and her reputation for not putting up with anyone’s bullshit when it came to the denizens of the criminal underbelly.

After Russell Spencer’s assets were seized by her associates and he found a permanent home at the bottom of the Hudson River, Layne had a lot fewer issues with the other factions. Despite being one of the few females to have ever broken into the upper echelons, the other leaders rarely questioned how far she would go to back up her promises—or threats.

Joey’s company tonight had been at his insistence. This makeshift casino was entirely under her control; anyone who tried to start shit here would have to be mentally unstable. Yet, it was an argument she lost the moment Joey had his hands on her. Goddamn hormones were her weak spot.

His hand grazed across the small of her back. “I will be right over there,” he tipped his head in the direction of the high-top table at the far end of the bar.

Layne smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. “I’ll find you when I’m done.”

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