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I scoot closer and tilt her hips upward, and she keeps herself in that position, with her thighs hooked around mine. I stroke myself against her warm, slick slit. She moans as my fingers graze her clit with every pass over my dick. The thought of filling her little pussy at this angle pushes me closer. I lift her hips a little more and put the head of my cock to her entrance.

“I’m going to come,” I groan. I stroke myself until I explode, unleashing my load directly inside her. I lean over her with a growl, keeping her hips raised. “Stay like this, my wanderer. Let my come drip to the back of your pussy and coat your cervix. Let me breed you, even when I can’t bury myself inside you.”

“Gentry,” she moans as she keeps her hips tilted against my spent dick.

She’d have let me fuck her, let me bury myself inside her, but I wanted to show her I have more restraint than my psycho brother. That I can be her safe space. She may not be fragile, but if she needs to break, she can do so in my arms.

I lay beside her, finally releasing her hips and tugging her thigh over my legs as I brush my hand through her hair. “I’ll always protect you, but you’ll have to accept me for the killer I am. The man who can make you feel so fucking good after causing the ultimate pain to someone else. Can you do that, wanderer?”

“Yes,” she whispers as she cozies up to my body.

It feels so foreign to me. I didn’t even cuddle with my wife like this. I get the feeling this girl will rip me open and rearrange my insides until she finds some semblance of a heart.

And I’ll let her.

ChapterFifteen

Leana

We’re on the way to California for all of two hours before Gentry’s phone rings again. He sighs and pulls it out. The stern voice screaming into his ear is loud enough to rise above the road noise, but I can’t make out what the caller says. Whatever it is, it has Gentry’s hand tightening on the wheel.

“You heard what?” Gentry says, his tone remaining stern as his eyes leap to Karson’s. “No, I—”

The voice rises to a higher octave, and the words that slip through send a bolt of ice water through my veins.

Get rid of her.

Job to do.

I feel it in my bones. I’m fucked. Instead of convincing them to let me live, it’s now in the hands of a faceless entity.

“I’ll fucking handle it,” Gentry says. He ends the call, and his angry eyes leap to his brother, completely ignoring the road. “Did you tell George about Leana?”

Karson scoffs and throws his foot onto the dash. “Why does it matter how George found out? We never should have kept her this long, anyway.”

My heart gallops in my chest. Did Karson really turn me in? What kind of dick move is that? I’m the one who should have turned their fucking asses in, particularly that royal cunt in the passenger seat who assaulted me and murdered a man in front of my eyes.

Gentry pulls into the lot of an abandoned gas station. Woods have nearly overtaken the building, and the sign above the front door has rusted to unreadability. Gentry reaches down and removes his pistol from his waistband.

Karson looks back at me with a devilish grin. “If you’re going to do it, you shouldn’t do it in here. Let’s chase her first.”

Gentry aims down the sights, pointing the barrel on his brother instead of me.

A normal person would panic at this point, but Karson merely rolls his eyes and tosses his hands in the air. “Really?” he asks. “You’d kill me over a piece of ass? A dope whore?”

Gentry growls and leans into Karson, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pressing the barrel against his temple. I rub the back of my head, remembering that feeling against my scalp.

“I’m going to kill you because you went above my head,” Gentry says through gritted teeth. “You’re fucking withmybusiness. He’smyboss, not yours. He gives the orders, but I run shit the way I want to, not howyouwant to run it. You want to run things again? Go face the executioner on your own.”

“Fuck you, G,” Karson sneers, ripping his shirt to tug out of Gentry’s grasp.

“I should have killed you after the stunt you pulled last night.”

“What? The little assault on your pet?” A gross smile crosses Karson’s lips. “She fucking liked it.”

Shame blooms in my gut because he’s not entirely wrong.

Gentry scoffs. “I know what she likes, and what I do to her doesn’t get me stabbed in the thigh.”

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