Page 33 of We Will Rise

I moan around his thumb, and my pussy clenches around Crew’s still-hard cock, causing him to grunt.

“I can see you’re embarrassed about the mess you made, and let me tell you, that was hot as fuck. Screw the mess. I’ll clean up every fucking day if it means I get to watch you squirt for us,” Kaos says, and the heat of my cheeks deepens. These men and their filthy mouths are going to be the end of me.

His thumb pulls free, and Crew drops a kiss to my shoulder. “I keep telling you guys edging is worth its weight in gold, but you never believe me.”

“I can see the merit now,” Kaos admits, and my eyes widen. I don’t know if I can survive another session like that. My entire body is spent from that release, and as soon as they let me go, I’m going for a long nap.

Crew carefully unwraps the tie from around my wrists and stands me up on shaky legs, holding onto my hips until he’s sure I’m not going to fall. “Come on, Little Menace. Let’s have a bath and get you cleaned up.”

“A bath?” I look over my shoulder at him. “Together?”

“Don’t act so surprised.” He chuckles.

Before I can argue, he stands and quickly sweeps me into his arms without bothering to right either of our clothing.

Kaos tugs his sweatpants up and follows us as we move toward Crew’s bedroom, and I allow my head to rest on his shoulder.

Life is really messed up right now, but having these moments of peace with my men makes all the trials we’ve been faced with worth it.

If we can just make it out the other side, we’ll have everything we’ve ever wanted.

I just hope we all come out alive.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

KOVU

I’ve never considered the life we lead particularly normal.

Sure, we have normal days where we eat together as a family and do mundane shit like making dinner and doing the dishes, but we also spend a good chunk of time killing people and running a criminal enterprise.

But today has got to take the cake as the weirdest day of my life as I watch my own funeral from a van parked among close to a hundred others along the cemetery road.

Crew, Kaos, and Bishop are dressed in black suits and dark sunglasses that shield their obvious lack of grief, while Camilla is wearing a tight-fitted black dress that hugs every single one of her curves. I wanted to fuck her so bad on the way here, but she convinced me it wasn’t a good look showing up to the funeral to her dead boyfriend smelling of sex.

I suppose she had a point.

From here, I can see as people arrive, each of them stopping by my family to offer their condolences, but I’d put money on most of the people here today being glad I’m dead.

It’s going to be a rude shock for them when I stroll out of this van and reveal I’m not as dead as they think I am.

I check the time, two minutes until show time, and we’re still waiting on Davenport to show.

We’re not sure if Caleb will be here or not, given he hasn’t revealed himself to most of the city yet, but all the other leaders and their families are here, so it’s most likely Charles will show at a minimum.

Camilla looks around, her eyes covered by sunglasses, but I imagine the big gray pools staring right at me when they flick past the van.

Crew wraps his arm around her shoulders and whispers something to her, which she nods to, turning back to face the empty coffin.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out, finding a text from one of the Saint James men Storm sent a few days ago.

Andy: Davenport is on his way up the road with two men.

Kovu: Thanks.

I tear my eyes off Camilla and move to the back of the van, where I can see the path leading to my gravesite. Fuck, that’s weird to say. I’ll be glad when this is all over and I can stop playing dead.

Davenport comes into view, his dark gray suit paired with a black shirt and tie, while Knox, his cousin and second-in-command, is wearing an all-black suit, sans the tie. He’s at least half a head taller than Charles, and they look nothing alike. The perks of being illegitimate, I suppose.

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