Page 39 of Twisted Contract

She pops into the foyer with a smile. I open my arms, and she jumps into them. “Not in my foyer,” Jack says. I chuckle and carry her upstairs to the bedroom I use whenever I stay over.

We fuck fast and hungrily. “Connor,” she moans, taking my dick deep. I didn’t even bother to take all my clothes off because I needed to be inside my wife.

“Mine,” I growled, pumping into her. Our movements are intense, rocking the bed, our headboard banging against the wall.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Claudia shouts. I grip her hips and come inside her. A dark thought enters my mind, and I want her pregnant. I shake that off because we’re only temporary, and I know it. It’s what she wants, and it’s what I promised. Pressing my head to her shoulder, I catch my breath.

“Damn you’re going to kill me with your perfect little body,” I grunt, sliding my cock in and out twice before pulling away.

“You’re the killer. That damn thing is dangerous.” She sighs, throwing her arms above her head, so relaxed. I see my seed dripping out, and I reach between her thighs and push that shit back inside. She moans and parts her thighs for me. Something about it turns me on, and I climb back on her.

“Round two.”

“Damn right. When I want you, I fuck you. You understand me?”

“Yes, Husband.”

“Good girl.” I take her again, but this time it’s a little slower and I lose myself inside her body. This time when I come,I quickly get up because this is all wrong. I take a fast shower and when I come out, Claudia is passed out on the bed.

Being inside Claudia always feels right. But after this moment, something just feels wrong, and I can’t put my finger on it. It isn’t her, or us, for that matter. Just my gut feeling that something bad is happening. My phone rings, and I know I’m right. We were down the hall, but my brother is calling me anyway. “What’s up, Jack?”

“I haven’t heard from Ian yet. He was supposed to get back to me about the car. That was over an hour ago.”

“Shit. I’m on my way there.”

“I’ve already sent a guy over there right now. Meet me downstairs.”

“Hold on. I have Mel on the other line.” He includes him on the call.

“Boss, I called the ambulance. It’s bad. Ian’s been shot multiple times. He looks like he’s been ambushed.”

“Son of a bitch. Okay, thanks for that. We will be there in a second.”

I hang up and rush out of the room, leaving Claudia sleeping in bed. Jack and I rush over to the scene without giving our women any explanation because we can’t speak or waste time. When we arrive, the ambulance is just putting my brother in the back. “Jack, bundle of the family. I’m riding with Ian.” He nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. I trust him with my wife, and he needs to protect his family, so I know he’ll want to be with them.

I hop in back, and the medics are working quickly on my brother. “We’re ready. Hang in there, Ian,” the medic says.

I stare at him with my heart in my throat. The blood is all over his handsome face. Of all of us, he got the best looks. Ialways thought that, and he used to rub it in our faces that he had the best hair too. We knew that we shouldn’t have sent him out there by himself. “Damn it, Ian. You better not die.”

My little brother isn’t responsive as they work on him. I’ve never seen him in this condition. “Hang in there, damn it. You better make it. Ian, you hang in there, kid.”

I don’t hold back. Tears fell down my face. “Damn it. This will not go unanswered. Who did this to you?” I hold his hand, squeezing it and praying that he makes it. We have a lot of enemies, but only one who pulled that motherfucking car out of the family estate.

Chapter Fifteen

Claudia

I wake up when the bedroom door closes, so I get up and go to the bathroom. I’m assuming Connor left because I was being a little too intimate. Did he hear what I said before I passed out? Did I say it out loud? I can’t fall in love with my husband. This is temporary. When I come out of the bathroom, I slip my jeans back on, and that’s when I hear my phone.

I hope it’s Connor calling me and not another cake order. When I look at it, I realize it’s my father calling. He hasn’t called since the last time that Connor took my phone.

“Hello,” I answered with a bit of hesitation.

“I’m surprised you answered and not your husband,” my father says. The revulsion shoot from his voice, but I ignore it because he doesn’t deserve my respect.

“Are you calling to congratulate me?” I asked him, wondering why he dared to call.

“Why would I call you and congratulate you when you are married to a thug?” His disgust is thick on his tongue.

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