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“Vince is friends with Fang’s father, Grim, who runs an underground gambling ring. We think he might also be running girls and Fang was a connection to us to have more access to girls for him to set up.”

“You mean he’s connected to trafficking?” I ask.

“I don’t know about Fang for sure, but his dad is well known in that regard,” Viper says. “We learned that today. That’s why Fang wasn’t with us.”

“What do you mean, you just learned?” I ask with an attitude.

“It was assumed that his father was dead. To the government, he is. According to the hidden camera we placed in Fang’s apartment, he’s alive and Fang has known for a while,” Viper says, ignoring my attitude.

“So, he’s just been playing everyone?” I ask.

“Mhmm,” Talon says. “I kinda feel like an idiot for how much I trusted him.”

“It’s not like people come with a warning label,” I say. “Sometimes bad people disguise themselves well.”

“You two get some rest. We are going to stay here with y’all for a while longer,” Viper says.

“Thank you, Viper,” I say softly. He smiles and leans down to kiss the top of my head.

“You’re welcome, Laney,” he says. “We will always protect you.”

“I appreciate that. I’ve always wanted annoying older brothers,” I smile.

“Mhmm. Get some sleep,” he laughs. “Night, Laney.”

“Night, Jude,” Talon says.

Talon gets into bed with me, and I move to snuggle into his chest. We are both mentally exhausted so neither one of us speaks. He holds onto me tightly and I stay as close to him as possible until we finally drift away.

Chapter Ten

Delaney

Two Months Later

The last two months have been incredibly healing. It was hard for me to process Fang raping me, but even more so that I nearly died. I tried to pull away, but no one would let me, especially Talon. We have an agreement that he can absolutely punish me for trying to push him away or not communicating when I am struggling. The agreement goes both ways, but it only took once for Talon to start talking to me. He tried to lie and say he was fine after having a violent nightmare, so I punished him. Turns out, I’m a sadist.

I laid him down and edged him with my hand and mouth repeatedly until he was in tears, then I made him come so many times that he started coming dry and was nearly unconscious. After, he finally admitted to being triggered the day before and it all piled on top of him, which resulted in the nightmare of Vince hitting him.

My punishments usually involve getting spanked or also made to come so many times that I am nearly unconscious. I don’t know why I can’t just open my mouth and talk to him, but it’s almost like a reflex to automatically say I’m fine when I’m not. A few days ago, he throat fucked me to the point that I threw up. Now, I am finding myself second guessing lying when he asks what’s on my mind or if I am okay. Who knew that would be the most effective punishment for me.

We’ve been letting things settle since Fang was killed. Nothing has come out, but I have a feeling something will eventually happen. Vince, Logan, and Cheryl have been silent. We’ve been able to live in peace and we’ve found a sense of normalcy. Talon has almost completely stopped all the illegal activities he used to be involved in. I don’t mind either way as long as he is not hurting innocent people anymore. It seems like he is just not interested so he’s taking the opportunity to go legitimate. He is actually able to be involved in more things because he’s not having to worry about getting caught doing something illegal.

Every Saturday afternoon, we go for a ride. Talon and I take some time for just him and me without anyone else around. We generally spend about two hours just cruising around and enjoying the open road. The only time we do not go out is if the weather is bad. I don’t mind riding in the rain, but Talon insiststhat he does not subject me to being on the back of the bike when it’s raining.

Talon recently bought me some leather riding pants that I can put on over my jeans and some better boots. I am very well protected, and because I make him wear the same thing, I’m far more confident being on the bike. I don’t worry as much about him being out, especially with the bike that Talon has now. He decided that since he was riding with me a lot, he wanted me to be more comfortable than I was on his dad’s bike. I don’t mind either way because as long as I am with him, I am happy.

“Ready, Little Flower?” Talon asks, smacking my ass. I yelp and spin around to find him grinning at me.

“That was uncalled for,” I say, trying to be serious.

“What would be uncalled for is bending you over that table and turning your pretty little ass bright red,” he smirks.

“No, that would be fun,” I laugh.

“You two are sickly sweet,” Torch says. “I love it, even when you make me gag.”

“Hey, I say that to Talon all the time,” I say with a grin.

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