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“Yes.” Reed accompanies my scream with one of his own as I feel his dick thicken then a warm sensation fills me as he comes. We are breathing about as hard as I was running through the woods earlier. Reed pulls out of me, and I slump against the tree. “Want to see?” Reed asks.

“Yes,” I whisper because I can’t gather the energy to raise my voice. I hear the click of a camera and then the warm sensation of Reed’s tongue against my ass, and I suck in air through my teeth.

“We need to get you up to the house and cleaned up,” Reed says, pulling up my pants which don’t feel too good on my ass or my sensitive pussy. Reed turns me around and hands me his phone and the shirt off his back. After I put on the shirt, I look at the picture on his phone. Carved into my right ass cheek is his name. Reed.

I smile as much as I can without strength. “I love it, but it’s only fair that I get to put my name on you,” I say, handing his phone back.

Reed walks forward and scoops me up in his arms. “Any time, Little One. I’d be honored to wear your name,” he says, kissing me lightly.

“Good because I plan on stealing your last name like you stole mine and my boys’ hearts,” I say.

“You were always mine to steal, and I won’t apologize for it,” Reed says.

Chapter Seventeen

Reed

Watching Ali take her revenge and steal something from the bastard who stole everything from her will live in my head forever. I will always think she looks beautiful, but today, with her enemy's blood sprayed over her, she was stunning. I had to be inside her. The need to fill her, show her my feelings, and mark her as mine was too great to deny. It was the perfect way to release the—what felt like a lifetime of—frustrations.

After returning to the house, I helped Ali clean, disinfect and bandage my name on her ass and the cuts on her knees and palms. I left her with her brother and went in search of my crew. I found them in my office; everyone, including Demon, hasa glass of my ten-year-old scotch in hand. I shut the door and turned to face them.

“Dean?” I ask Gabe.

He stands, offering me his full glass before pouring himself another. “Dead. I don’t know how Ali swung the poker with so much force, but she did. It went through the side of his head, killing him instantly, I assume. A death too merciful for the likes of him.”

I nod, moving behind my desk. Like me, Gabe has been waiting for months to finally serve out justice for Tara. Depending on the number, the plans for the man or men were detailed. The ideal was to torture them for hours making sure to hurt them as much as they hurt her that night. We didn’t have to imagine what she went through. No, we know what she went through on her final night alive. When she went missing, we started to hunt down anyone seen with her. Which led us to the dark video of her. The sister I never knew existed until she appeared on my doorstep a year ago.

The video was shot perfectly, so that whoever was behind her was never in the frame. They also never spoke besides grunts and groans of pleasure. As my little sister pleaded, begged and cried for them to stop.

“I’ve been asking Gabe here about the situation with your sister,” Demon says, pulling me from the memory of the video that haunts me. I look up, meeting his dark eyes. “I’m sorry for your loss.” The sincerity is evident in his eyes. I nod because I can’t find the words to say right now.

“Demon thinks that maybe…” Gabe says, glancing at the ceiling before continuing. “Maybe Tara is still alive,” he finishes in a whisper.

I drain the rest of the scotch and hold out the glass. Nick jumps up to refill it. “He does, does he?” I narrow my eyes andstare at Demon. “Well, please do enlighten me with your fucking theory?” I take the glass from Nick and drain it fully again.

“Gabe said that her body was never discovered. Correct?” Demon asks, rubbing his hands together.

“Correct we buried an empty casket, but the amount of blood—”

Demon interrupts me. “The human body can lose up to forty percent of its blood before it becomes fatal. According to Gabe, the police could never tell you exactly how much blood there was. Only that there was a substantial amount, and by testing, it matched the DNA you provided when you reported her missing.”

I refuse to allow myself to hope that my little sister is out there somewhere alive. I have long since accepted the fact that she is gone. “While your theory is good. It is just that; a fucking theory,” I say, turning my attention to Gabe. “Look, I know—”

Glass shatters around me as the scotch he once held runs down the back wall behind me. “You know nothing. Nothing of the pain I’ve felt knowing she is gone. That because of a stupid fucking fight between us, she was hurt that night. So don’t sit there behind your desk and try to tell me what you know, Reed. Because your words mean nothing to me.” Gabe’s breathing turns labored, and his hands start to tremble.

I raise my hands, pushing away from my desk and stepping over the shards of glass. “You’re right. I don’t know what you’re feeling. I apologize. I don’t want you to get your hopes up only to be disappointed once again when this theory turns out to be nothing,” I say, slowly approaching Gabe. He stands there with his eyes narrowed and hate swirling in them, but I will take his rage because I was careless with my words.

“If there is a small chance that she is still out there…” Gabe chokes on his words, and I waste no time wrapping my arms around him.

“Then we will not stop until we have found her. I miss her too,” I say, admitting the truth I tried to bury inside me.

“I have people and resources that I will be more than willing to share,” Demon says. I nod my head but do not let go of my best friend.

“Then I say it’s time to get to work,” Jessie says. He, Nick, and Demon leave us alone. Once the door shuts, I pull back away from Gabe.

“Look, I don’t want you to leave this room thinking I don’t want Tara to be out there. Because I do, but I worked so hard to accept the fact that she was dead. Opening that door to the possibility is hard. But you’re right. If there is a chance we should stop at nothing to find her,” I say, waiting for him to look at me.

Finally, he opens his eyes. His dark green eyes are still watery, and I hate that more than anything. “I know Reed. I know you better than most remember. I’ve always had this feeling inside here,” he says, laying a hand over his heart. “That she is still out there, but all I’ve found are dead ends. Maybe I can finally discover the truth with the resources someone like Demon offers.”

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