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My sister, held against her will, was in god knows what condition while I spread Lilli out and found fucking heaven. I don’t regret it, but the emotions rolling through me after the fact felt wrong and speaking of Rose in that moment only brought on a shit ton of panic.

What am I doing? I can’t get caught up in a chick. I don’t do that shit. We fulfill mutual needs and walk away. That’s it.

I knew it would be different with Lilli and I’m willing to fuck only her because I refuse to let anyone else touch her but that’s it. There are no stars, no hearts, no fucking rainbows. Just sex. Phenomenal sex in this case which is what I blame this residual panic on.

Still, pussy is pussy. Once this debacle is over, I’ll fuck Lilli out of my system and confirm exactly that.

Except fuck me if I ever want another man getting that close to heaven.

Stifling a groan, I grimace when Joker frowns at me before tuning back into the conversation. He goes over the details of what will happen tonight before assigning a few guys, mostly prospects to stay behind.

I’m not keen on this but I know the compound is the safest place. In the event of an emergency, we even have a safe room for the families.

I assume Lilli is with her sister and instead of saying goodbye, which is what a pussy whipped douche would do, I nod at my brother as he joins me out front.

“Let’s do this,” he says, and I slap his back.

This is our sister, and nothing makes me prouder than to have my brother by my side as we rain down hellfire and motherfucking brimstone.

My gut swirls as we roll back into the compound. Romeo slaps me on the back as he passes but I ignore him and every-body-fucking else as I stalk inside. The raid went fine, in a sense. We rounded up fifteen of the Aces men. Unfortunately, Ocean was shot, but it was a through-and-through and he’s with Doc who will fix him right up.

So, yeah, everything went off fine except my fucking sister wasn’t inside. With no sign of Danny or Rose, we took the men in the hopes of finding out more information.

Beside me, Duke smiles grimly and I open my mouth to give him false platitudes when Miriam appears at the door, and they race into each other's arms.

Although I’m not keen on the lover’s embrace, I am itching to see Lilli. Apparently, she doesn’t feel the need to wait for me at the door and with a kernel of annoyance for her and myself, Istalk inside. I mean, in this, couldn’t she be a normal woman and hover? Beyond that, did my terse words send her into a pout?

Fuck me but I don’t have the energy for this.

As I stalk by the bar, I nod my thanks at Toni and down the shot she places before me. Although she pours me another, she refuses to look at me and I eye her with a frown. We’ve never been exclusive, and I appreciate her backing off with Lilli here, but the distance seems a little excessive.

Toni doesn’t pout. If you want to have a good time, fine, but she’s not one to get attached and that’s why I’ve always liked her.

Although she’s most definitely not looking at me, she purses her lips when Melanie sidles up and traces her finger down my arm.

“Hey, handsome,” she says breathily.

I’ve never fucked Melanie, and I don’t plan to. She’s a stage one clinger, which I realized too late a few weeks ago. I don’t do clingy. So why am I annoyed that Lilli is nowhere in sight?

I should be relieved that she’s off doing her own thing except what could she possibly be doing on her own…here?

Visions of some other dick in my Lilli dance over my vision and as Miriam wanders by with Duke at her back, I bark, “Where’s Lilli?”

Miriam frowns and looks around as though just realizing Lilli isn’t here. My frustration mounts and I take a single step toward the stairs when Carlisle, one of the prospects says, “Uh…she’s gone.”

Spinning, I grab him by the throat and growl, “What do you mean she’s gone?”

“She walked right off the property.”

Chapter 25

Lilli

“Well, hello, Lilli,” the sheriff says, and I cringe but hold my head high. Although to be fair, I have no other choice. My captor has me by the hair at a rather awkward angle.

“Let her go, Jay,” he says, and my captor stiffens.

“Man, how many times do I have to say it. Call me Boner.”

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