Page 35 of Deviant Secrets

“Please don’t,” I pleaded softly, running my fingers along his cheekbone. “The cops will think I had something to do with it.”

Nobody knew who was there that night and I wanted to keep it that way. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and rested his forehead against mine. “He's still your family.”

Stress re-entered my mind, causing me mild panic, but he held me in place, allowing me time to get my mind back on track. To focus on the task at hand.

“Look at me.” Lost in the intensity of his eyes I trained them on his now bloodied chest. He softly placed his fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze back to his.

“I do not give a flying fuck,” he spoke with a fierce stare. “I know what I’m doing. The less you know, the better. Now, you drop it because you don't know a thing. Okay?”

His face never wavered; he was serious. His smirk contagious. Maybe, in time, we could go back to the way things used to be. If he was willing to go after those who hurt me, I owed him that.

“Okay.”

His thumb played at my bottom lip as he leaned in close for a gentle kiss. “I want to make things right.”

Running my hand along his cheek and over his stubble, I breathed deep, a worried expression painted over my calming features. “One condition…you come back to me this time. Deal?”

The smile slowly spread across the face and a “finally” sounded from the bathroom.

“Every goal I've had with that team has been yours, and yours only.” That was his silent promise to me, and it was enough to pick up where we left off.

“He was jealous, you know. I think he saw something before we did.” He pulled the blanket over us with a laugh and a short time later Angel slid in behind me, resting after the eventful night.

Nicholas

Over time, she had fallen asleep in my arms, and I thought it best if we brought her home ourselves. She’s been through a lot tonight and I wanted her to focus on herself.

Jogging down the steps of the cabin with her in my arms, I set her in the backseat of the truck. She was exhausted and my heart clenched as I watched her sleep peacefully. Making sure her chest rose and fell in an even rhythm.

Moving around to the driver’s side, I started the ignition, hell bent on getting her home safe in her own bed.

“She didn’t need to find out that way,” I snapped at him. He stayed silent, looking straight ahead, and I returned my eyes to the road, every so often checking on her through the rearview mirror.

“You would have never told her,” he replied, running his hands along his tired face in anticipation of what I would say next. “What’s this mean for us?”

He shot me a solemn look, and I breathed deeply, sighing out my response. “Nothing changes between us, Angel. I think she’d be receptive to the lifestyle, and even if she wasn’t, you’re still my wingman. I need you. That will never change.”

15

ANGEL

EIGHT MONTHS LATER…

The card game at the Palmer mansion was full tonight. Most were Ezra’s associates and friends, but little did they know we called in backup of our own. When you're part of a team, you fuck with one of us; you fuck with all of us. After hearing what Nick had to say, the team was more than happy to carry out the request. The plan really being coach’s idea.

Ezra’s new wife was a sweet submissive thing, but the black eye she sported under the terrible makeup placement showed, and I clenched my jaw, anger rising within me. Nodding my head toward the door, I signaled Nick, who rose and slowly followed them out.

Knocking at the table, I wet my lip and a low whistle sounded. “Well, well, well, gentlemen. Looks like a full house. Anyone?”

They remained silent, throwing down their cards and my face flushed with heat, locking eyes with the one he pointed out. The one he saw on top of her that night.

“Well, now we can really play. What do you think, boys?”

A few of our guys rose and stalked closer, ripping him out of the chair and holding him down on the poker table, each extremity pulled taut and bound down. He wasn’t going anywhere. One locked the door, and our captain had the pleasure of bringing the bucket over.

My eyes scanned the room of men, and sadly some were innocent, but they were all guilty in my eyes.

We need to make it look like an accident…

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