Page 112 of Vicious Sentiments

Now I’m really glad Cape set fire to one of their buildings. He should set fire to all of them. Am I being a hypocrite when the family I’m in love with deals guns? Maybe, but it doesn’t sicken me the way the idea of women being passed around and subjected to abuse does. I know first hand what that feels like and I don’t wish it on anyone.

My chest starts to feel tight and I excuse myself to go upstairs. Iturn on the faucet for a much needed bath and I stay there for the next hour. As much as my mind reels, thinking about the women, my body is on another level. I’m sore in all the right places and I examine my body.

I don’t have a single bruise and I swear I see definition in my muscles. The slightest flex reveals a tone I don’t remember ever having. I wish that every woman had the privilege I’ve found myself in. With the strength to emotionally and physically protect themselves.

Most of the time, I think our inability to not fight back comes from being afraid. I don’t think I am anymore. When you live in that type of abuse, you don’t know what peace feels like. But now that I have it, I value it so immensely that I won’t ever let anyone take it from me again.

I feel sorry for the next man that tries it with me because I will kill him. I will kill him with the rage of the millions of women who can’t kill their own abuser. I will do it for me and for them.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Cape and Julian appear with a large box as I’m getting dressed. They take up the door frame and don’t even try to look ashamed as they eye me up and down in my underwear. I don’t make a move to cover my breasts—they have seen them front and center—and I tilt my head, liking the way they look at me.

“Already wanting more?” Julian smirks. “I would think you would need to recuperate.”

“And let her close up?” Cape steps in, handing his brother the empty box. “I think we need to keep her open for us.”

I begin to throb faster than I thought possible. I may be sore, but my body craves the source of its pain like a sadist. I tilt my head back to look up at Cape as he licks his lips. I turn to jelly at his stare and I go slack like a rag doll as he picks me up, my breasts pushed against his chest.

He sets me on the cool counter and nestles himself between my legs. He’s already hard and I can distinctly remember just what his cock feels like inside of me. It has me edging off the counter towards him, and Julian sighs.

“We were supposed to take her back to my house,” he says but tosses the box and comes to stand beside Cape. He wraps a hand behind the back of my neck and reaches in front of Cape to press his lips to mine. He tastes like caramel coffee and somehow still smells like thatexpensive cologne of pine.

I feel silly wanting this when the business is in turmoil. Does it make me seem like I don’t care? Especially the way I excused myself? I do care. I care about how it affects them, if they have to go back there, and the lives lost. I especially care about how Cape is handling the backlash from his actions. I still need to tell him that I’m grateful he found Julian.

But damn it if my body isn’t thrumming with the need to feel both of them inside me.

“Is everything going to be okay?” I ask, a little breathy as Julian’s lips trail down my neck, and Cape’s hand grips my thigh, tugging me closer to his erection.

“Everything’s going to be fine, baby,” Julian purrs.

“What about the lost…” I struggle as Cape’s finger slips into my underwear. “The lost product.”

“It’s just a drop in the ocean. We’ll recover.” Julian runs his tongue along my neck, seeming completely disinterested in the business that affords them such a lavish lifestyle, and even though I know they mentioned they had millions of dollars in that warehouse.

“Do you guys have to go to El Cuco?” I lean into Julian as Cape tugs off my underwear. I know they have a business to run, but I just got Julian back and, who knows what will happen with the Tortellis now that they are being targeted?

“Why? Would you miss us?” Cape asks and drags a finger between my wet lips. I arch and shudder while Julian cups my breast.

I nod weekly, shimmying closer to his touch.

“With all the drama in El Cuco, Ma thinks we should pull out.” Julian appeases me by answering my question, unlike Cape.

My brows draw together even though my eyes flutter shut as Julian rubs my nipple. “You’re not going to do the business anymore?”

They both chuckle, and I open my eyes. They look at me like I’m asilly girl who doesn’t understand.

“What?”

Julian tilts his head and kisses my cheek. “El Cuco is only one of forty outposts. The business isn’t going anywhere.”

My mouth falls open a little. If there were millions of dollars in El Cuco and I times that by forty? The business is way bigger than I thought.

“And to ease your worries, we rarely have to make appearances. El Cuco has been a pain in the ass from the get go though. Things will be more tame going forward.”

“So I don’t have to worry about either of you getting shot?”

Cape growls, “I might shoot Julian if he doesn’t shut up and let me fuck you.” He quickly undoes his belt and whips it from his waist.

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