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“I was so nervous to give this to you,” she says, flushing. “Now, we can go.”

Lili opens the door to four boys looking pretty damn proud of themselves, and I start to feel a knot in the pit of my stomach. Fuck, what do they want now? Elijah and Ignacio are both drenched in sweat from their run, while Jared and Theo are simply dressed in a pair of shorts and long sleeved shirts.

“Ignacio says it’s your birthday,” Theo says, his eyes traveling over the two of us. “We really should come with you, make sure to keep you perfectly safe.”

“I think you should get fucked,” I say, without thinking. “Go away.”

“You heard her,” Lili says, pushing her way through. “Bye.”

“No, we’re not done here,” Elijah says darkly, turning to gaze at us. “We’ll see you at the trails, Lili. You’ve been without our guiding presence for long enough.”

“Still think Rachelle’s idea was better,” she says over her shoulder, unlocking her car doors. “Get fucked, boys. She’s mine today.”

“So territorial,” Jared says with a dark chuckle. “We want to celebrate with the birthday girl. See you soon.”

Closing the doors behind ourselves as we get inside her vehicle and put our seatbelts on, I shake my head.

“Are they serious right now?” I ask as she pulls out of the drive away.

The guys disappear into the house, coming out quickly with a cooler to climb into what I recognize as Theo’s SUV. Ugh, they piss me off.

“I guess we have tag alongs,” Lili growls under her breath. “We’ll still have fun, I promise.”

Sighing, I hope that we can. I don’t have a great track record with them.

CHAPTER22

ELIJAH

My time with my parents didn’t get any better, and I’m still decompressing afterward. I only got home yesterday, and have to say that three weeks away was much too long. The deeper understanding I have of my family company has me even more anxious to bury the little mouse.

If it’s going to be me or her, I will choose myself.

When I texted Jared that I was home last night, I could tell he and the others had been worried. I haven’t had the opportunity to catch them all up on the trip, because it’s not something I want to text about. Then, on my run with Ignacio, we didn’t talk at all, not even when I was on my knees for him at the end, sucking his cock in some fucked up form of penance for his sins.

Needless to say, the little mouse doesn’t deserve any good days. All I want for her is pain, terror, and suffering. The very idea gets my dick hard, forcing me to adjust myself as Jared follows Lili through the streets. Ignacio knows the exact area they plan on going to, because he overheard Lili tell his father to ensure their safety.

Fuck that. The only reason I’m not throwing Rachelle over a cliff is because she has to stay alive for now.

“Easy, man,” Theo murmurs next to me. “I don’t know what’s with you or what happened, but I can tell it was bad. We have to keep our cool to keep this from getting out of hand, yeah?”

“You’re right,” I agree, blowing out a breath. “I’m really fucking angry today.”

“About?” Ignacio asks from the front seat.

“A lot,” I say. “There’s the little fact that my parents kidnapped me, along with everything else. You really want me to unload right now? Aren’t we almost there?”

“Tell us anyway,” Jared encourages me. He’s been wanting to know since I texted him last night to tell him I was back.

“My parents are international sex traffickers,” I sigh. “They funnel underaged boys and girls to auction houses to be sold. It’s a way for my father to not only get his rocks off, but apparently it pays really fucking well. I’ve been in Dubai, Amsterdam, and Hong Kong in the last three weeks. I can’t believe this is going to be my fucking life!”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Theo barks out. “Elijah, listen to me. We’re going to get you out of this. We just need to do what’s necessary as Kings.”

“The agreement is that if we do, we get out of all the shit we don’t want to do,” Jared adds. “We just need to keep pressure on her.”

“We’ve got this,” Nacio murmurs. His lower jaw ticks as he grits it against the other, glaring out the window.

As long as I’m not the only one drowning in anger, it helps.

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