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“Just a pathetic little rat,” Hand grunts and I grin.

Fuck yeah. It’s on.

By the time I return to my room, dawn is painting the sky. Although I’m exhausted, it was worth it.

With Maddox and Joker in tow, we spent the evening with our new friend. Hand wasn’t lying. The little shit started babbling as soon as Jersey rolled his table of torture implements into the room.

Jersey is one mean motherfucker. I’ve never seen the bastard crack a smile and one look from his ice-cold eyes would send any sane man running.

This is why he’s the perfect man to act as our enforcer or Sergeant at Arms. If the job requires pain, he’s the master.

I’ve never quite figured out where Jersey learned all the many ways, I’ve seen him torture a man, but Joker once told me that he served overseas, and I assume whatever he saw there helped with his education.

Unfortunately, the little rat that Hand trapped sang like a fucking canary before Jersey could do much.

The information proved less than useful though. We already knew we had a traitor in our midst and whoever it is has been careful not to show his face.

We did learn about a few drops where we plan to crash the party and I'd be lying if I said I stuck around after to make sure we didn’t miss out on any more information.

Nope, I stayed because the savage part of me wanted to see this man hurt for what his brothers did to mine.

Only after Jersey broke all his fingers and toes, cut off his annoying ass tongue, shoved it in his mouth, and proceeded to perform an autopsy while the fucker breathed did I finally leave.

Now I’m standing in front of the bed, staring at Lilli while she sleeps. Her pretty lips form the perfect pout while her long strawberry blonde tresses cover her eyes. I want to touch that silky hair, hold it in my fist while I fuck her.

I trace the expanse of her porcelain skin with my eyes, my cock throbbing. The stupid shirt clings to her tits, one of which peeks from my pillow which she’s clutching to her chest. Visions of the dusky pink nipples dance over my vision and I stifle a groan.

Is she holdingthatpillow on purpose?

Refusing to analyze the question any further, I back away from the bed. I feel dirty next to her perfect skin and raising my hand, I stare at the digits before shaking my head.

It don’t matter whether my dirty hands deserve to touch her body because I’m never going to be that fucking stupid anyway.

“Fuck,” I mumble and lock myself in the bathroom.

Chapter 11

Lilli

After Wolf left, I stared at the door for I don’t know how long, hoping he would reappear before eventually turning away with a sigh. I don’t know why I continue to harbor the hope that he’ll see me, not as the baby he thinks I am but as a woman.

It’s an impossibility.

The adrenaline rush of riding on Wolf’s bike faded and I sat on the side of the bed, rolling my aching feet before lying back.

After whatever happened at the field which remains a mystery and the thrill of seeing Wolf again, I was just starting to decompress. My eyelids fluttered and I arranged myself against the pillows, pulling the one with a distinct indentation against my chest.

The last thing I remembered was breathing him in before I woke to the sun shining on my face.

Disoriented and still half asleep, I rub my eyes and glance around before it all comes rushing back. The field. Wolf. The bed.

Shoot.

I didn’t go home. I’m in for it now.

With a shiver, I sit up and look around. My boots are no longer on my feet which means Wolf returned long enough to remove them, but I’m definitely alone now.

Hm. Pulling back the covers, I adjust the shirt that feels more like a bandage and throw my legs over the side. I need to go home before this gets any…

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