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Huffing, she gets up, hands on her hips as she glares down at us.

“You’re so damn bossy,” she says. “You’re in no position to be this way after everything.”

Standing, Jack drags his long fingers up the long length of her neck, pushing her chin up to meet his gaze. From here, I can see goosebumps appearing up her body, and her skin is flushing slightly.

“I think you’re wrong there, baby girl. You’re fucking mine for the weekend. You'll do what you’re told and beg for more,” he rumbles.

From where I am on the floor, I can see her thighs press against each other, all while her gaze glares at him. We’re going to have our hands full with her, but we deserve it. No matter what, by the end of the weekend, we’ll find a way to fix this.

Jack and I have tried, and we can’t live without her. Every glimpse of her, every time she’d call in to the call center, has sent us into a tailspin. We’re a pyramid without one of our end pieces.

No matter what, we’re going to topple over without her. Dahlia yawns, surprising us, and I stand as I watch her stance weave.

“Come home with us,” I beg, standing next to Jack. I know she thinks I’m on his side, but I’m not. I’m on our side. The one where I fight for us. “You look like you’re going to fall over.”

“When is the last time you’ve slept or eaten?” Jack asks, sighing.

“Can I plead the fifth?” she mumbles as her stomach fucking growls, outting her. “You have to feel safe for long enough to close your eyes to sleep, and have enough energy to fight people off for your money to eat. I don’t have either. That’s why I’m here, so I can go somewhere where my ghosts can’t follow me.”

Dahlia is about to fall over. I can see a change of clothes in the bag on the couch, but I don’t think we’re going to get that far. Grabbing her coat and bag, I wrap the material around her shoulders so we can leave.

“Tonight, you’re sleeping. Tomorrow, we’re going to figure things out together,” I insist, glaring at Jack not to push.

“Yep, that’s what we’re gonna do, Dolly. Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he says.

Dolly opens her mouth to argue or say anything at all, but I shake my head.

“Table it, baby. You’re going to need your strength with that one. He’s a stubborn fucking mule,” I whisper into her ear. Jack gasps, clapping his hand to his chest as if I wounded him, but I know better.

I’m going to earn at least a couple of spankings while trying to get Dahlia into his truck. I can tell Jack is willing to play the game when the damn butt plug turns on, and my hands clamp down on her shoulders.

“Walk,” I gasp. “Move your gorgeous ass now.”

Together, Jack and I hustle her out of the club, my thighs trembling with the effort not to come or drop me on my ass. I’ll take the punishment for teasing Jack though.

Dahlia’s eyes close in the truck, and she drifts off, which is a win even as I whimper and writhe beside her.

“Worth…it,” I gasp at Jack, even as he smirks while he drives.

“I don’t know whether I want to beg her forgiveness on my knees for not seeing her that day, or yell at her for not punching me in the dick,” he mutters. “Either way, I have a feeling she’s not going to just forgive us.”

“Good,” I say. “I hope she gives us hell.”

Chapter Twelve

Dahlia

I’m laying in the most comfortable bed ever. It feels as if a cloud and a hug had a baby together. No one broke into my room, nothing woke me up, and I didn’t break into a cold sweat from a nightmare.

Wait…

Blinking, I groan as I look around. This isn’t my room. Pushing myself up until I’m sitting against the mountain of pillows, it takes me way too long to get my mind to catch up. I haven’t slept well in months, because my apartment has become a hostile place.

If Percy wasn’t sure to ask too many questions, I’d have asked if I could sleep in her office.

As my gaze falls on Bronwyn and Jack sleeping propped against the wall by the door, it all comes flooding back. Leaning forward, I lay my head on my drawn up legs as I watch them. I’ve thought about both of them for so long, and they’ve been together this entire time.

I wanted them to have that support system though, it’s why I texted Jack.

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