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Her muscles tense at my words, her moans nothing but gasps of pleasure. She’s panting on my cock, her body rippling as she orgasms. As she pushes me off the cliff to keep falling with her.Forher.

“Ah, fuck.” I finish in her mouth and it’s so good.

I don’t force her to swallow. I don’t care that some drips back on my thighs. Down her chin.

She’s better now. Nothing else matters.

We did this, her smile says.

You did this, I tell her through my touch. By folding her naked body in my arms, settling her in my lap.

Her head rests on my shoulder. My blood is all over her.

I’m shackled to her, Rome and Liam for life, and here’s the fucking irony.

This is the freest I’ve ever felt.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Quinlan

Sunset arrives too early.Gorgeous shades of orange and red cast the buildings in the distance in a warm glow. They play along the waters of the Chicago River.

The world outside my window is beautiful. My life is beautiful.

I should be happy. Pleased. Content.

I have everything I’ve ever dreamed of. I earn more than enough to help my family. I don’t have to pull endless all-nighters to support them. My men forbade me from taking on new clients, even though I’m almost done with their website.

And even though my parents haven’t replied to any of my emails, I’m not worried about them. My men have someone looking after them. Rex does the rest.

As of two days ago, there are no more secrets between Damien and me. The last barrier that’s been standing between the four of us is gone.

Justice will be served. I’ll take part in it. They promised.

Life is as it should be.

Except me. I can’t get over the stories Liam, Rome, and Damien shared with me.

This again?my head asks, reproaching me.All of this will be done soon. Snap out of it.

Being content when your heart is a rotten, black organ kind of makes it impossible to see the good in this life.

This firsthand knowledge is heavy. So heavy. Every minute of every day has been filled with small deaths.Mysmall deaths.

They have no idea I’m going through this. That once more, I’m pretending to be fine.

For their sakes. I’ve been smiling wide for the camera on my laptop. For the three of them at night, when they’d come home from work. I’m never hungry anymore, but I eat, for Rome.

The only time I’m even slightly relieved is during my boxing lessons. When they fuck me. Defile me. Rail into me. My heart doesn’t hurt as much when my body does.

Like it does now.

My laptop is open, so I have to rein in my gag reflex at a repulsive thought that pops into my head. Rex and I are blood related.

Jesus Christ.

We’ll get them, little flame, I remind myself of Liam’s words.

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