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With nothing more than a few moans, I clean between her legs, feeling disappointment at washing away my cum, my mark,from her flesh. But I have every intention of repeating this again—as many times as I can.

After cleaning myself up and throwing on some boxers, I sit in the wingback chair and watch her sleep.

And that is where Blake finds me an hour later.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

SYDNEY

My dream drifts away, and I become aware of hushed voices. Blake and Roman. My back is to them, so I keep still, dozing, and listen as they talk.

“What the hell did you do to her? She’s almost comatose,” Blake says with a laugh. “I assume you’re feeling better now, less of an arsehole?”

“Excuse the pun, huh? And to answer your question, yes, I’m feeling fucking chilled as fuck right now, so I hope you aren’t going to sour my mood.”

Roman knows, just as I do, that Blake is about to do exactly that.

Someone sighs, Blake, I think, then the beds dips as he sits. “I went to see Oz. And before you ask, he’s still working on a trace from the call to Syd’s mobile. But he’s been busy.” There’s a pause, and I sense fingertips hovering just above my skin a second before they touch. Blake runs his hand the length of my leg, and I have to fight hard not to give myself away.

“Okay, so what’s he got?”

There’s movement and rustling of clothes, then the mattress lifts before dipping down again. Silence follows and I assume Roman is looking at something Blake has given him.

“Jesus fucking Christ. He’s been following them around the fucking country.”

Another silent pause, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up.

“Breathe, Sydney, before you fucking pass out from lack of oxygen,” Roman says.

I roll my eyes then spin to face them both. “Thank fu—goodness for that,” I say, sitting up a little.

“I think the phrase you were going for is ‘thank fuck’. No need to be shy after you begged me to fuck you little more than an hour ago.”

Blake groans and adjusts his dick inside his jeans. “Do you mind? Some of us missed out and have blue balls right now.”

“Aww, poor baby,” I tease, shocked at how easy it is to be me around these two men. But more sex will have to wait. “Seriously though, what is this about being followed?”

Blake explains to Roman and me everything Oz told him, revealing that while Pa has been thinking he’s the one chasing JC, it’s actually been the other way around. Everywhere we’ve lived, he’s been there too. Picking his victims, watching us and taunting my pa with the possibility of saving these girls.

“We need to speak with Pa,” I state, climbing from the bed. I tell Roman and Blake I’ll meet them outside before nipping to the bathroom. I use the toilet, then look at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands. I look like I just got out of bed, which, if you think about it, I have. I splash some water on my face, run my fingers through my hair and try to look less like I just got screwed until I practically passed out. I spot a small mark on my neck and tilt my head to get a better look.

“Damn it!” I mutter when I realise it’s a love bite. I don’t even remember Roman doing that. I drag my hair over my shoulder, covering it—barely—then dress before heading out. I’m not ready to have a conversation with Pa about my relationship withany man, let alone two. And if it does come up, I promise myself to be open and firm, to stand by my decisions, my choices. Pa hasn’t really got a leg to stand on telling me how to live my life.

I sit in the back as we drive to the hospital, thinking about how we are meant to catch this guy when I don’t even know what he looks like. My thoughts turn to what happens when we do. Based on my conversation with Blake and Roman about what they do for a living, which I still need to find out more about, I have a feeling that taking JC to the cops won’t be on the list of outcomes.

I have no clue how I feel about them killing this man if they catch him. The bible states an ‘eye for an eye’, but realistically, I’m not sure if I’m happy with that. But while it doesn’t necessarily sit well with me, I can see why Roman would want his revenge. Isn’t that why he and Blake came here in the first place, to exact their revenge on my pa.

“Syd, you okay?”

Blake’s voice snaps me out of my own head, and I look up to see him watching me over his shoulder. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“I know my cock is difficult to forget…” I swat him on the shoulder as he laughs.

We park up and head inside, but when we arrive at the room Pa was in, it’s empty.

“Where is he?” I ask out loud and catch a passing nurse. “Excuse me, where is the man who was in this room, Reverend Amos Kincaid?”

She looks at me then Roman and Blake before settling back on me. “Who are you? Family?”

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