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-Arlo-

Ginnydidn’t need myhelp. That much was clear. But she was unraveled, her gaze flicking from sideto side. She may not have noticed it but I sure as hell did. She was losingherself. It made complete sense, given the events that took place tonight.

Dante Toretto was a monster. He had taken afterhis father but ended up being worse than the man who raised him.

What Ginny did, was nothing compared to what Ihad wanted to do for years but never could. She took that chance away from meand while I understood it was her right, it still pissed me off that my eyesweren’t the last thing Dante saw before he died.

“You’re stewing,” Ginny mumbled, cupping my handand holding it tight against her inner thigh.

“I wish it would have been me who killed him,” Iblurted, not expecting those words to actually leave my mouth but I couldn’ttake them back, so I would live with the consequences.

Ginny laughed. “You know, it’s funny. Dante nevergot very far. Not with me anyway. I killed him because I didn’t like the way helooked at me.”

“Somehow that doesn’t actually surprise me.” Imoved my hand from her thigh to her cheek. She sighed, leaning into it. “Istill wish you would let me take care of you.”

“You taught me to not need being cared for.” Hergaze hardened. “Both you and my father did.”

She was right but it still didn’t mean I likedthe sound of it.

Ginny grew up in a man’s world. As sexist as itsounded, it was the truth. She was born and bred around men most didn’t evenknow existed. She was a mafia princess and now that her dad was gone, it was myjob to take care of her no matter how hard she fought me on it.

“Take me home, Arlo.” She sighed, turning backaround and looking out at the road ahead of us. “We can worry about the restlater.”

A moment later, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Ididn’t have to check to know it was the cleaning service letting me know theytook care of things. They had been within the organization long before I wasborn. No one knew exactly when they started or who even ran it. But they wereused by the mafia, bikers, anyone really. It was no secret that they got thejob done without asking questions. They also knew that if they told anyone whatthey actually did for a living, every single person they knew, would bemurdered. It was a threat that hung over their heads for centuries.

“It’s done,” I told Ginny.

“Good.” She crossed her arms under her chest andstared out the window.

“Is it?” I didn’t look her way but I could feelher gaze burning into the side of my head. She let her emotions get the best ofher and a man lost his life at a result of it. It didn’t matter that he was amonster and deserved what she gave him. Now her life was also on the line.

“What are you actually asking me, Arlo?”

The bite in her tone sent a shiver down thelength of my cock. No matter how many months, weeks, days, had gone by where wedidn’t see each other, there was something about her that I would always need.Besides her submission, I needed her sass, her strength. Her damn determinationto piss me off on a daily basis.

“I wish you would call me like you used to,” Iconfessed. She didn’t say anything. I wondered for a second if maybe she hadn’theard me. But when I looked over and saw her eyes shining with unshed tears, Iknew that I had struck a nerve.

“I don’t want to bother you,” she mumbled.

“Yes, you do. There’s something else. Anotherreason you never call me anymore.”

“I don’t call you to keep you safe.” Her headwhipped around, her eyes glaring into mine. “And before you say that you’re aman and you can handle shit yourself, I already know that. But you…this…” Shehuffed. “It doesn’t matter. None of this matters. Dante is dead. Nothing elsematters.”

I didn’t say anything more as I pulled into thelong driveway that led to the large house she lived in by herself. Ginny didn’teven have any maids or cooks and took care of the estate all by herself.

Her dad asked me to take care of her. He probablydidn’t mean to take care of her by fucking her. Either way, I had a job and itwas a job that I took rather seriously. Whether she liked it or not, Ginny andI would always be together.

It was always us.

Untilthe end.

-Ginny-

Muchto my dismay,Arlo followed me into my home. Even though I had lived here my whole entirelife, I still felt like an outsider at times. Especially when all of the peoplein the paintings that hung on the walls, stared at me. I could feel their eyesburning into me every time I walked by them. It was like they judged me.

I remembered back to when I was a small girl andhow I had told my father that I didn’t like the paintings because they camealive, especially when I walked by them. He would only chuckle, kiss the top ofmy head, and tell me that I would put my imagination to good use one day.

Now as I walked through the hall in the main entrywayof the house, I glared up at the paintings. Arlo was right behind me, hiscologne present and sending a tingle racing down my spine. But it was not thetime to think of that. Although, using him could definitely make me feelbetter.

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