Page 104 of Fall into Savagery

It was jealousy.

They can take care of themselves. I knew that. Whoever followed them wasn’t brave enough to approach, I knew that much.

But I hadn’t had any contact with my men besides the group texts they sent after I shared the photo.

I blushed a little.

I still couldn’t believe I had shared it.

It went against everything I had been taught growing up.

Agnello never missed an opportunity to remind me what he thought about my mom. I had been warned time and time again that there would be consequences should I ever follow in her footsteps.

Modesty.

Chastity.

Obedience.

His favorite and my childhood mantra.

Once upon a time, I had thought those words were the keys to my father’s heart.

I knew now that they werehiskeys to my blind submission.

Sending something as racy as a naked picture, even if I had my face partially hidden, felt like something else.

Something alive.

And now I was on my way to a strip club.

I knew they owned strip clubs. I knew sex was all a part of their business, even if they didn’t sell skin, per se.

But the text I got …

I opened the messaging app on my phone and clicked on the message once more.

It was of Damien and Gabriel walking into a strip club called Velvet Paradise.

I scrunched my face up at the name.

I wondered who came up with that.

Not my men—at least, I hoped not.

But in the picture, a woman with fingernails at least three inches long and painted red had placed her hand on Damien’s chest and looked at him in a way I knew well.

It wasalmostthe same way I looked at him.

Except, I didn’t look so … predatory.

Or, at least, I hoped I didn’t.

I grimaced.

Now wasn’t the time to worry about my ‘sex face’ if that was actually a thing.

Underneath the picture was another text that said:

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