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Removing his jacket, he let it drop on the ground. Next, he slowly removed his shirt and pants. I looked over at his old, naked body and yet he still looked like he had a six pack. He began to rub his fat cock in his hands while looking up and down at my body. A laugh bubbled up my throat and ripped from my mouth before I could stop it. He looked up at me, his rubbing halted.

“What’s funny?”

“That.”

I looked at it again.

“You know where I’m about to put this, don’t you?”

“Will it make it inside? I’m used to Jett’s hard cock. Will I even feel that piece of string?”

I knew it would, but why couldn’t I rile him up before? He had me chained up. I had to make fun somehow. He let it drop as he closed the distance between us. Grabbing my face, he brought it close to his. His tongue snaked out over my cheek and licked up to my eye. I quickly closed it to save it from the saliva bath it would have inevitably received.

“You think he cares enough about you to save you?” he asked, biting my earlobe once more. “Think again.”

I moved my head away, but he held onto me tight.

“See, he’s never been good at being loyal. He probably already has another whore to suit him. Like father, like son, I guess.”

“He hates his father,” I spat out.

“Oh… that hurts, pet.”

I looked at John’s eyes seeing the same thing I usually saw in Jett’s eyes. Only something was off, John was… different.

“That’s right. I’m the one who made him into the man he is now.”

“No, Jett did that on his own.”

“He didn’t hate the world until I made him that way.”

I hated John, not just for what he was doing to me right now, but for the pain he’d caused Jett—his son.

“You’ll come to love it here.”

He brushed my hair out of my face and laid his lips on mine. I bit his bottom lip hard, drawing blood into my mouth. John stumbled back, touching his fingers to it and looking down at the blood pooled on the tips of his fingers.

I laughed, loving the look of surprise on his face, blood dribbled out of my mouth and onto my chin which made me laugh harder.

“You’re going to regret that,” he growled at me.

“Doubt it. You think I’m still that broken girl I was when you knew me last.”

“Oh,” he said, wiping the blood away. “Then it’ll make it so much more fun to break you down again, just like I did before.”

He left me again locking me in once more. I tried to move my hands out of the chains, but they were tight, the steel cuffs cutting into my sensitive wrists, and my back was aching from standing for so long. Soon I wouldn’t be able to feel my feet, and that would put even more strain on my arms.

I refused to believe John was right about Jett. He loved me. I knew he did. The only problem was, he hadn’t been able to rescue me when I’d been so close to him. He’d left me unguarded at the apartment, too. Did he love me enough to steal me back from his father?

The one man he’d never been able to kill.

Chapter Eleven

JETT

1992

The gun felt heavy in my hands as I aimed it at the target. Father was right behind me urging me on. Could I tell him I didn’t want to do this? He was the hard-ass criminal, not me.

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