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“Running, if he knows what’s good for him.” She responds, and he frowns.

“You let him go?” He spits, out and I swear if he moves an inch towards her, I’ll fucking end him right here.

“It was him or her.” She replies, simply and he grinds his jaw as he realizes what she means. All three of them stare at her intently with furious expressions until Aiden brings his gaze to mine.

“I’d take your girl home now, Riviera.” I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me.

“I don’t take my girl anywhere.” Is my only response and Elle flashes me a smile over her shoulder, before she looks at them and slowly backs away.

“I look forward to seeing you again very soon, boys.” Her tone and the way she handled them has me hardening in my pants. Doesn’t matter when or where, whenever she takes control like this it gets me hot as fuck. She moves towards the driver's side, but I snag her by the waist and drag her to the back door, opening it and pushing her inside. Asher rounds the car without complaint and gets behind the wheel to get us out of there.

I ignore the blood coating her as I grab the back of her neck and slam her lips to mine, and she gasps in surprise, allowing me to slip my tongue right into her mouth. Her hesitation doesn’t even last a second before she is kissing me back, devouring each other's mouths like we are both chasing our next breath from the other.

I pull back, planting my forehead against hers as we both try to catch our breath, “do I even want to know whose blood this is?” I ask, only slightly jokingly, and she huffs a little laugh.

“It’s Jonathan King's.” Is all she says, and I can’t keep the surprise off my face.

“And Cherry Daniels'.” Asher adds from the front, and I groan.

“That shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.” I whisper and she laughs like I’m crazy. Fuck it, I am. Totally and insanely crazy, and all for her. She presses her hand to my thigh so she can shift closer to kiss me again. When her fingers graze against my hard cock, she pulls back in surprise. Her eyes dance with lust of their own. “It’s going to take a very long, hot shower to get my baby clean.” I tease, and she grins. I move to whisper in her hair, leaving a trail of kisses as I go, “all of them wanted you, looking at you like you aren’t mine.” I say, thinking about how every guy let themselves check her out.

She tilts her head to the side giving me better access to her neck, “too bad I am all yours.”

Her hand squeezes me over my jeans slightly and I groan again, nipping her ear before gritting out, “that’s right you are.”

“Please don’t fuck on the back seat while I’m here with you. It’s bad manners.” Asher’s voice halts us both in our tracks, freezing like a pair of naughty kids. We look at each other and then burst out laughing,

“Sorry, Ash.” Elle says, with a laugh.

“Yeah sorry, man.” I add, and he just shakes his head and mutters ‘insufferable’ under his breath and we both laugh again. I turn back to Elle and lean in to whisper one more time, “later,” is all I say and the wicked smile she gives me in return tells me how much fun we are going to have when we get home. I look forward to that shower.

Chapter 37

LINCOLN

What I saw tonight, is the closest I have felt to my childhood in a long time. I killed so many men tonight. Too many. Yet somehow, it will still never be enough. There will always be more, sick depraved men who use and abuse people for their own pleasure, until their playthings become useless. Only then are they discarded and sometimes, not even then. I neck the whiskey, letting the burn slide down my throat.

I can’t relax, can’t settle. There were just so many girls. Young, naked, fucking abused, and broken girls. I’m here with a team of guys looking out for Elle and Cassie, but who’s looking out for all of them? These girls have families or homes, or at least they did, at some point. Who's watching out for them? Who's missing them, waiting for them to come home, even though some never will? How is that okay? It’s not. Someone should be doing something. I should be doing something, more than I already am. Elle opened my eyes to a world of crime happening right in front of me, and I can’t sit and do nothing. I need to help them.

I hear the door open and a minute later, Marcus is marching through the living room with Elle slung over his shoulder, muffling her laughs into his back. “Brother,” he nods at me before they disappear down the hallway towards their rooms.

I frown just as Asher enters after them, “where are they going?” I ask, even though I suppose it’s pretty obvious. I just didn’t expect it after what she did tonight. Asher rolls his eyes as he joins me at the counter, pulling his own tumbler from the cupboard. “To fuck each other's brains out like always, I don’t know how they aren’t sick of each other.” He huffs. helping himself to a healthy serving of vodka.

I can’t help the slight smile that ghosts over my face when I think of the difference in Marcus, since Elle came home. He’s not the same boy I met in foster care. No. That Marcus was cold, calculating and lost in his grief and pain. The brother I have now is an entirely new man. Elle brings out the best in him, like they are two sides of the same coin, destined for one another, always.

“When you have chemistry like that, you can never get enough.” I answer him, Marcus and Elle are drawn to one another like a moth to a flame. That won’t change, no matter how long they spend together. Their connection is so deeply rooted with one another that even their trauma couldn’t break it.

I take another burning sip as I continue, “When you have that kind of connection, why wouldn’t you wrap yourselves in it?” With all the shit we are facing, they are still somehow managing to find happiness in each other. That’s the kind of thing that will keep them fighting. “They’re happy and they please each other.” I shrug, feeling the tension in the air and wanting to disperse it. “And from what I hear, it isn't easy to please a woman.” I smile at my own little joke, which I’m sure went right over his head, and just when I think he will ignore me he responds.

“And what do you know of pleasing a woman? I thought the male specimen was the only thing that interests you. Or should I just say Logan?”

He eyes me expectantly, and I take a slow sip of my drink as I contemplate how to answer. He smirks slightly behind his glass, thinking he has silenced me. “Oh, a lot of things interest me, dark prince. I just don't act on them.” I ensure my tone is laced in innuendo, but of course he ignores it.

The look in his eye turning more serious if that’s even possible, “this is a now or never kind of life, Lincoln. You should know that by now.” His words have my spine straightening, does he think I could ever forget that after what we all just went through, what we still have to go through?

“I know that better than anyone,” I snap, adding more whiskey to my glass and downing it again. The taste on my tongue forces me to speak more freely than usual. “I just know now isn't the time to indulge in the fantasies in my head.”

He smirks again, and my eyes transfix on the dimple that appears on his left cheek, “And is it your fantasy to please a woman?”

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