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I gag, and he laughs again. “In my fucking dreams, eh wifey? And yet here we are, my little slut choking on my dick.” He brutally fucks my mouth like I really am his little slut, and tears well in my eyes when he shoves himself further down my throat.

That whirling sound is back, and I jerk when he places the vibrator on my clit as he violently fucks my mouth.

This is hell.

This is heaven.

This is—

“Perfection,” he answers my unspoken thought. “Look at the little angel, deep throating the devil.”

Unable to scream. Unable to move. Unable to do anything expect fall apart as my orgasm rocks through my body like a tidal wave, my throat constricting around his dick.

“Με τρελα?νεις!” He growls, throwing his head back as he thrusts his hips faster and faster. “Fuck, Lily!” Hot cum shoots down my throat in violent spurts.

My eyes go wide in alarm; I try not to choke while still reeling from my own explosive orgasm. Pulling out quickly, he closes my mouth with his hand, forcing me to swallow. “Deep breaths through your nose,” he reminds me, now looking and sounding more like my sweet and caring husband than Diávolos.

I swallow his cum while taking deep belly breaths.

He hops up out of view, returning with a knife. I’m too far spent to be afraid, but I soon realize why he’s holding a weapon when my arms and legs are cut free. I roll over onto my back, and Darius gently rubs my ankles, and then my wrists. “Good, wifey?”

“Mmm. I might have died, I’m not sure,” I whisper with a scratchy voice.

“I’ll have to add a new tooth tattoo after that,” Darius murmurs his agreement. He cradles my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world, gently pressing his lips to mine. “But it was worth tempting the Fates,” he declares.

Chapter Forty-Four

Darius

I follow Lily to her lawyer’s office—if anything, my obsession with my little angel is even stronger now I know without a doubt she’s mine. Parking across the street, I watch at a safe distance as to not be spotted.

Lily’s been in the office for about twenty minutes, when a man slinks from the alley and sneaks over to her SUV. He places a bouquet of pink lilies on the windshield before sprinting away.

Well. Well. Well. Would you look who just moved to the top of my hit list?

* * *

Round one of tying up loose ends: I’m at the Jersey Motor Inn. This isn’t about John Davis, but a different piece of shit excuse for a human.

A street-level dealer—can’t remember his name—exits the room, and I wait. Not long after, a hooker enters. She leaves approximately eleven minutes later. My God, what pathetic bedroom prowess these Harrison men have.

I let an additional hour pass before sneaking to the door and using the key Big Benny was so nice enough to let me borrow. Entering the room, Thomas Harrison is passed out in his tighty-whities—a line of white powder and a credit card on a small mirror positioned next to him on the bed.

Grabbing my supplies out of my bag, I slip on gloves before tying off his left arm with a tourniquet. Damn, his veins are torn up all to hell with track marks. Depressing the syringe of a lethal dose of fentanyl, I poke around until I’m able to stick his vein and press the plunger.

Leaving the needle in his arm, I hurry out of the room and close the door behind me. Told the fucker when I confronted him at Tommy’s house if he harassed Lily again, it’d be his last mistake. Don’t believe Diávolos? Hide and fucking watch.

* * *

Lily

Having left my lawyer’s office, I’ve decided to fight Thomas about the will. Despite Harrison’s shortcomings, I really don’t believe he would have chosen his estranged dad over his daughter. Besides, now that I’ve found my backbone, it’s hard to ignore.

Sliding behind the wheel of my SUV, I grab my phone and text Ethan.

Do you have a few minutes to chat about Harrison’s estate?

He doesn’t respond right away, and so I drop my phone in my purse and continue checking items off my to-do list while Kat’s watching Iris.

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