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Ansel

Two days of the best sex of my life had my fucking mind twisted. Another woman hadn’t crossed my mind since Regina had walked her fine ass through my door. My subs had been calling, they may even have been stalking my ass, but I didn’t want to hear their voices. I damn sure didn’t want to see them.

Regina and I hadn’t had any interruptions in the last forty-eight hours. My team hadn’t found any new leads, and no one else had shown up to present themselves as torture practice for us. For now, work took a backseat. When one of my managers called about me needing to take care of something, I told him, “I pay you enough to take care of it, so take care of it,” before I hung up on him.

I could make money anytime. What I couldn’t do was find another Regina. Aside from killing whoever was searching for her, the time we had together had become my greatest priority. I was afraid of becoming obsessed with Regina. This wasn’t a good situation for someone with my type of mentality. It wasn’t going to end well.

The hum of the elevator rising to my floor drew my lips into a tight smile. Aaron was on the way to pick up Regina. She’d expressed that she wasn’t going to leave me, but I sat with a nagging anxiousness looming over my shoulders, hoping she didn’t change her mind.

Genuine fear plagued me, the first time I’d been afraid of losing someone. I’d hate to have to stalk Regina, snatch her up, and stash her in one of my secret hideaways.

“Be gone, demon,” I voiced in a low tone to the son-of-a-bitch in my head that led me to do bad things.

My ass was experiencing a lot of firsts with Regina. The first woman I’d enjoyed being around long-term. The first I’d chase if she left me. The first to know one of my darkest secrets. The first I’d by-passed fucking, to be intimate with. Me: intimate. Never saw that shit coming. We talked to each other. We fought to understand each other. I was starting to think we truly trusted each other.

The ding sounded, signaling the arrival of the elevator. The doors slid apart and out walked the beard.

Aaron had called several times, checking up on Regina. I ignored each of his calls and listened to the voicemails he’d leave cursing my ass out. I’d text him back, “Fuck off! We’re good.”

“Hey,” he greeted in a dry tone as he glanced around my apartment, searching for Regina. I like that my cousin kept his promises, but as far as Regina was concerned, I wouldn’t mind if he broke this one.

We gripped hands and pulled each other into a brotherly hug.

“How’d it go? Any trouble?” he asked as his razor-sharp gaze zoomed in on my face.

I shrugged before taking my seat and waited for Aaron to relax his killer face and sit his ass down too. I loved my cousin, really, I did, but there were times when Aaron appeared to have just committed a mass murder. And he had the nerve to wonder why people were always staring upside his head. I finally answered him.

“A little trouble, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

I gave a short monologue about what had happened in the past few weeks. Although he sat and listened intently, Aaron’s facial expressions revealed a story of death and destruction at his hands. If someone hurt Regina, they would have two crazy ass Knox men to contend with as well as an army of bloodthirsty killers better known as the friends.

“So, motherfuckers are still coming after her. Why didn’t you tell me when I tried to call your ass?”

A smile spread across my face. I’d given Regina a phone with Aaron and Megan’s numbers in it, and she hadn’t bothered them once.

The left corner of my lip pulled tight, preparing to answer his question. “Aaron, what the fuck do I look like? The help? It’s only a matter of time before we figure out who the fuck we’re dealing with, and I’ll do what I need to do. Handle the shit.”

Aaron, side-eyed me. “Your crazy ass was probably praying someone came after her so you’d have someone to kill. Where is she? I hope you haven’t been in here doing that Dom and submissive shit to her.”

He glanced around my quiet apartment before his hard gaze landed back on me.

“You know, cousin, I can’t remember if I uncuffed her from my headboard.” I was only half-joking with Aaron. Regina had gotten familiar with the headboards in my playroom and bedroom. I’d made the most of the time we had left, just in case she decided to go. I’d taken her to the gun range once more. I’d also given her another self-defense class where she hadn’t defended anything except her pussy from my dick.

Most of our time together over the last forty-eight hours had been spent with her tied up and me fucking her in every imaginable way I could think of.

“Ansel!” Aaron called, getting my attention. “Where the fuck is Regina?”

“I’m right here, August.” Her sweet voice rang out and kissed my eardrum. She strutted into the living room in a pair of my blue sweats and one of my white T-shirts. Her feet were bare, letting me know she wasn’t prepared to leave my ass.

Aaron stood to greet her, giving her a once over as she stepped closer. He gave her a quick hug. What he did next had me sitting there eyeballing his ass so hard, there was no way he didn’t sense my gaze punching his ass in the back of his neck.

That motherfucker stood his ass there and turned Regina all the way around, inspecting her. When he took her wrists and raised them, the scrapes from the handcuffs was on display. Aaron turned his head over his shoulder. The full force of his hard glare was cast down on me like two big ass blaring headlights had been flipped on bright.

“I’m okay, August,” Regina confirmed, pulling his attention away from me. “Ansel’s been a perfect gentleman.”

She had gone too damn far with the gentleman statement. Now, Aaron knew her ass was lying. My name and gentleman didn’t even sound right being in the same sentence.

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