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“I can cook for myself.”

Her defiant attitude is back. If I’m being honest, I enjoy it when we spar, but right now, I want to feed her. “Well, I’m not letting you anywhere near a knife, so I’ll be doing the cooking.”

“Fine. There are some snacks at the bottom of the fridge. Pudding cups and chocolates.”

“Good, poppet. Let’s get you some pudding while you are waiting for the meat to thaw.”

Her eyes go wide as I agree to let her have a pudding cup. Bending down, I rummage in the bottom drawer. It was a mistake taking my eyes off her. She pushes me until I fall into the fridge. Rosie is up and running before I can get up.

“Dammit, Rosie. Get back here.” I fumble to get to my feet. I see her grab a coat and rush to get boots on. Standing up, I am woozy and realize I’ve got a cut on my forehead.

My poppet dashes outside without thinking. There’s no way she will survive. I run toward the door as quickly as I can, only to be met by Rosie backing into the cabin with her hands raised.

“What the hell?” I say before I see him.

“Hello, brother.”

8

FRED

My wife should have knownI wouldn’t let this go. Hell, even if she took the million dollars, I’d have hunted her down. She’s mine, goddamn it. It’s high time she learned that.

“I see you lied to me, Mitchell. This is not a good sign that you appreciate the gift of your freedom.”

I slam the door shut as Mitchell takes hold of Rosie’s shaking shoulders. “As for you, Rosie, dear, you should know once mine is always mine.”

“Not anymore,” she snaps at me.

I tsk and wave the gun at them. “Oh, sweet rose petal, that’s where you’re wrong.” Motioning to my brother, I snarl. “Take her jacket off, little brother.”

He doesn’t hesitate, and Rose looks at him, almost as if she feels betrayed by him following my order. “You didn’t think you were going to leave, did you?”

Rosie shakes her head no, and I stuff the gun into my pants. My girl’s beautifully bruised body stares back at me and I moan. “Goddamn, Rosie. Every time I see a bruise on you, I want to bend that ass over and fuck you.”

“I’m not yours anymore.”

I notice how she pushes back into Mitchell, and I know exactly what I’m going to do. “Mitchell, take Rosie into the bedroom and tie her face down. I want her arms behind her back and her legs spread wide.”

Mitchell assesses me and nods. He lifts Rosie over his shoulder and carries her off. “Let me go, Mitchell.” I hear the plea in her voice, but my brother doesn’t have a heart. Never has and never fucking will. No matter how many times he may enjoy her pussy, he will never disobey me. Eventually, he will kill her.

“Why are you doing this?” Rosie is sobbing by the time we make it into the bedroom. Mitchell doesn’t talk as he throws her to the bed. She quickly tries to scramble off toward the other side. I laugh as Mitchell grabs her by the leg and hauls her to where he wants her.

“Be still. It won’t hurt so much.” Well, I’ll be damned. My brother is trying to console the bitch.

“My, oh my, little brother. Are you so hard for her wet cunt, you’d betray me?” He fucking ignores me as he ties up Rosie.

Once Rosie is bent, ass high in the air, head down on the bed, and her arms behind her back, I slap her ass and turn to Mitchell. “Go bring me some lube.”

He stares at me, and I cock an eyebrow at him. I have to say, this is a first for him. He’s usually always done what I’ve told him.

I think this might be fun after all.

Time to take him down a fucking notch.

“Fred, please, don’t do this.” Rosie’s beg is beautiful, but I don’t give a fuck. She can beg until she’s blue in the face. She has to learn her goddamn place.

“You always begged so pretty.” I unbuckle my belt, and she cries harder. “But you haven’t learned your lesson yet. And it’s important you understand where your priority should be.”

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