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“Bo, get the fuck out of here!” she hissed.

My head pounded in tandem with my heart as I clutched her arms and pulled her into a kiss, her resistance quickly waning until she shoved my chest.

“You really are betrothed to her. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice. You don’t want to be, but you are. Why didn’t you just tell me? Why didn’t you leave me alone?” Her voice was so calm and steady; the shit was almost eerie. She was shutting down on me, closing me out.

“Because I don’t want her. I want you. Ineedyou.” I sounded so fucking weak.

We stared at each other, chests heaving. When she rammed her mouth into mine, I felt my sanity falter. I was confused as hell, but that wasn’t her fault. Shit was completely fucked up.

When she ended the kiss, I actually whimpered until I watched her snatch her dress over her head and kick her shoesoff. Her panties and bra hit the floor, and I kept my eyes glued to her as she moved to bend over the sofa.

With my dick as hard as reinforced titanium, I rushed to her, dropping my pants and underwear. I plowed into her so fast and hard that I almost fell.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I stroked and stroked, her pussy pulling me in deeper and deeper. I felt desperate, so damn desperate. I couldn’t control my hands as they roamed her ass and back. I couldn’t control the words erupting from my mouth as I begged her to stay with me, to be mine. My whole body felt like a sacrifice to her. I just needed her to feel and know that she was all I wanted. She was my heart, my fucking first love. I just…I needed her so badly.

As her walls shook around my dick, she began to sob, and I’ll be damned if a tear or two didn’t pop up on my face as my nuts exploded and my hips stammered to a ragged halt.

Then…

We fuckedover and over again that night—frenetic couplings that burned hot, charged with frustration and angst and uncertainty. When we finally fell into a spent and much needed sleep, it was early the next morning. So, it made sense that neither of us saw what was coming.

What awakened me was the sensation of cold steel against my temple. What awakened Bo, was my yelp. A small crowd had gathered in my bedroom with two of them holding guns to our heads. The gunmen were unknown to me, but the person standing at the foot of my bed was familiar—Viktoria Pierce.

“You’re a steely one, aren’t you?” she said, amusement on her face as she looked at me. “If not for that little sound you made, I’d think your feathers weren’t a bit ruffled.”

“What the fuck are y’all doing here? Who are these niggas? The hell?” Bo said groggily.

“The accent. Where are you from?” I asked his mother.

“You’re astute, too. Barbados. The accent has faded, but it’s still there.”

I nodded. “Is the island full of evil bitches, or is it just you?”

She laughed heartily as the stranger pushed the muzzle of his gun into my flesh.

“Look, just take the damn gun off her. You wanna play this shit with me? Fine. Leave her out of it.” Bo wasn’t the least bit afraid. He was boiling hot, though.

So was I.

“And forfeit my leverage?” She sucked her teeth. “What did I tell you? Evah pig got a Saturday, my Bo. Yuh don’t listen. Now, I have to kill this girl so you’ll understand.”

I frowned. “Kill me? For what? You just complimented my intelligence, my observation skills. I’m an asset to your company.”

“You are, but you are also a distraction for my son. I can’t have that.”

“You kill her, and you better kill me, too, because I won’t stop until I fuck everything you ever loved up!” Bo declared, and I could tell he meant it.

My assigned shooter moved his gun to Bo’s head, and I took the opportunity to leave the bed, butt ass naked and all.

“Got damn!” one of the men mumbled, his gaze on my ass.

I rolled my eyes as I turned to look at Bo who took the ass watcher’s lapse in focus to grab his gun. Next, he leaped out of bed, his naked body making mine weep as he held the gun to the newly unarmed man’s head.

“Ma, y’all better leave before I kill all y’all. I’m fucking deadass serious,” Bo growled.

I moved to my dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and dropping it over my head before turning to watch the rest of the saga play out. Was I shook from waking up to a gun trained on me? Absolutely. I was a killer, but I was also a damn human being. More than anything, I was pissed at the invasion of my domain and the fucking blatant disrespect that was being displayed.

Oh, I was SEETHING.

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