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Isaac slides me from his lap to my suddenly unsteady feet. After not having had a drop of alcohol in almost a year, the shots he had me drink a few minutes ago hit me much harder and faster than I expected them to. I hold the table beside me for balance as he undoes the button to my shorts and pushes them down my legs with my panties. After spinning me around, he quickly bends me over the table. I hit it with such force it rattles the glasses on it. Isaac presses himself against my entrance and shoves the entirety of him into my unprepared pussy, causing me to cry out as he painfully enters me.

“That’s it. Let Shawn know how much you prefermycock,” he croons, thrusting into me. Turning his attention to Shawn, he condescends through the repeated drive of his hips, “I never hear her cry for you like this.”

His fingers slip into my hair and he tightens a fist, yanking my gaze up to Shawn. His chest is heaving, and his nostrils flare slightly, watching Isaac fuck me, but he says nothing.

“Fucking pussy,” Isaac spits at Shawn as his savage thrusts repeatedly drive my hips into the rough edge of the table. “No wonder she’d rather be with me.”

Wait?

Tightening his hold on my hair with his left hand, Isaac’s right firmly connects with my ass. It hits with such force that I bite through my already tattered and bloody lip. When I open my mouth to speak, the only sound that passes my lips is a yelp as his hand strikes me again. “Tell him, beautiful,” Isaac demands, “Tell him you want to be mine.”

What?

Intoxicated and confused, I try to understand what the fuck is happening right now. Isaac’s hips grind against the heated flesh of my backside as he bends over me and whispers in my ear, “If he really wanted you, he never would’ve shared you with me. I don’t let other men fuck my property.”

Isaac pulls from me, rolls me onto my back and slams into me again. He buries himself to the hilt before lifting me to meet him. Using my hair to force me to hold his gaze, he gruffs, “No one wants you like I do.”

“You want me?” I breathlessly try to clear my confusion through his thrusts.No one ever wants me.

Nodding his answer, Isaac drives me to the brink. His teeth sink into my neck, and the pain pushes me over the edge, causing me to cry out my release. The room spins, and my vision goes blurry, leaving me unsure if it’s the alcohol or my euphoric high. With his fingers laced tightly around my throat, Isaac snarls, “Now, tell Shawn who this tight, quivering pussy belongs to.”

Is this what it’s like to be truly wanted?

“You,” I slur when he loosens his hold on my neck to allow my answer.

In my next moment of brief clarity, I find myself on my stomach and unsure of where I am.When did we move to the bedroom?Isaac continues to slam his hips against the searing pain that is my ass and thighs, driving me into the softness of a mattress with every brutal thrust. Blackness creeps in and out of my vision, and I repeatedly wake to find myself in different positions as Isaac enjoys all of me.

With my legs on his shoulders, Isaac slides into me with long, deep strokes. He quickens his pace and empties himself into me before collapsing against my chest, whispering, “Now that you’re mine, I can and will enjoy you like that every night, beautiful.”

Yours? He hasn’t just been coming to fuck me. Unlike Shawn, Isaac really wants me.

He places a rough, dry kiss against my lips and slides from me before rolling to the other side of the bed. As he pulls the covers over himself, he instructs, “You can sleep here, but you need to go clean yourself up. I don’t want to wake up with my cum all over me.”

CHAPTER SIX

LIAM

ABOUT FIVE MONTHS AGO

“You can’t be serious,” Finn chimes from the back seat of the Suburban. “We aren’t really going to sit down with the Russian assholes?”

We’ve been fighting the Bratva since the night Finn beat the shit out of some accountant nobody at Kiska nearly three years ago. It crests and ebbs like tides in the ocean, but it’s been a constant threat to us all. Especially to the ones we all hold dear—Quinn, Fiona, Layla, Catlin, little Rory, and Kira—the ones least able to protect themselves. We all knew that killing the Pakhan at Our Lady of Grace wouldn’t be the end of the war.

That end was just a new beginning.

It was only a matter of time before the Bratva decided among themselves who would take the Pakhan’s place.Ivan Levedeva.Abrigadierwho has been serving in the Bratva since he was only alad. Rumor has it he made his first kill at the age of twelve. He was functioning as akryshasby the time he was sixteen and earned his thieves’ stars before hitting twenty. The only reasonhe wasn’t already Pakhan is probably the fact that he spent the past five years in Polar Wolf.

“Seriously? Hello?” Finn chirps when his initial statement doesn’t warrant a response from any of us. “You’re going to make me sit in the backandignore me?”

“For fuck’s sake, Finn,” Declan huffs from the seat beside me. “We’re literally heading to Tristan’s to talk it out. And you sit in the back because that’s the safest place for children.”

“Quinn definitely didn’t think I was childish when Cat and I visited her this afternoon.” Finn’s snark carries a mischievous smirk in it.

“That’s it!” Declan unfastens his seatbelt and clambers into the backseat with the agility of a man half his age, landing a hard punch on Finn’s face. Conor slips his arms under Declan’s and pulls him from Finnigan before he has a chance to land another fist, and Finn groans, “Fuck, Dec. It was a fucking joke.”

“Everything is a fucking joke with you,” Declan growls, struggling against Conor’s firm hold. “This whole fucking mess started because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Finn huffs.

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