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Paul winces, rubbing his tatted hand over his bald head before stating, “Viking called. The twins Austin and Franky both have been stabbed….”

I furrow my brows. “Must be from someone strong because those two fuckers, thick maybe, but they can fight.”

Paul clears his throat. “They were stabbed in their dicks. The Rebels need Piston’s help. Their tech guy, Leads, can’t find any footage; the cameras had been cut, and they just want to make sure it’s a one-off and not a rampage in The Fight.”

Steal nods to Piston. “Go ahead.”

Piston nods back, knocking on the table before standing and leaving, his wedding ring in full view. I try to hide my cocky grin.

The fucker, who is in denial, may believe his wife forced the marriage on him for his cut, but at least he’s wearing his ring and committing to her.

Natalie, a sweetheart, was his regular “fling” in college, when, in hindsight, she was the love of his life and the only woman he slept with after he met her, but growing up with Aiden twists your way of thinking. He believes he’s going to hurt her physically when I know differently.

He fell for Natalie, and I know she fell for him, but she was willing to back away when he finished college, as they agreed. But things happened, and he married her three weeks after graduation and gave her his cut. Now, though, he blames her, his fear right on the surface, but I know he’ll open his eyes. I just hope it’s sooner rather than later.

Before he loses her….

“Who in the fuck would stab the twins in their cocks?” Cannon, our sergeant-at-arms, questions, his brown eyes laced with confusion.

I snort and state, “Probably a scorned lover. Those guys are pigs.”

The brothers murmur in agreement, chuckling, and my mind goes back to Perrie as Steal closes church, banging his gavel on the table once more.

Does douche in a suit make her smile?

Does he hold her close and inhale her strawberry scent?

Does she love him?

Fuck!

6

Perrie – Age Twenty-Two

“Mmm…fuck, Pez, I love how tight you feel,” Coby moans as he thrusts into me hard and fast while I grip the shelves in front of me so I don’t fall, feeling nothing but empty, which is hilarious if you think about it.

The guy is deep inside me, yet I feel empty….

His grip tightens on my hips, his thrusts quicker, and I know he’s about to come, something I’ve never been able to do. I’ll get wet, the body’s natural instinct, but I’ll never come, instead I’ll go dry.

I’ve screwed three men since that day, including Coby, and none could give me an orgasm.

I think I might be broken….

“Fuck, Perrie, come with me, baby,” he groans as he tilts his hips, but I feel nothing.

No pleasure, no urge to give him what he wants….

I fake moan, not wanting to hurt his feelings, and squeeze my walls on a pulse to make him think I’m coming. He grips my hair but quickly lets it go when I tense, his hands returning to my hips.

Hair gripping and missionary is a hard no, not since….

“Fuck, yes….” He grunts as his thrusts become uneven before he pulls out of me, and I inwardly sigh in relief, knowing he’s now squeezing his member, allowing his cum to fill the condom.

Another rule: no coming inside me, even with a condom, not since….

I stand up straight, righting my panties, before pulling the skirt of my white uniform down. Coby places his forehead against my shoulder, gently moving his hand around my waist.

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