Page 44 of Demanding Mob Boss

"Okay," she says.

I turn back and she's already on the mattress, a sheet and blanket over her legs. She's sitting up, though. Her shoulders are bare but for the two thin strips that hold her pale peach camisole nightgown up. It's satin, but from looking at what is in the crates, it's her only one. She doesn't have a lot of clothes, but everything she has looks soft. Like her.

"I'll have dinner delivered for you and your friends. You take the time you need to decompress from today."

"You're the one that needs to be pampered. It's your sister that was hurt," she says, like she feels guilty I'm looking out for her.

"You took care of me earlier today. Now it's my turn."

A pretty blush rises from the swell of her breasts, up her neck, and turns her cheeks pink. "Um…I don't…"

"Ready?" I ask, so she doesn't try to finish that sentence.

She nods, but looks confused.

I squat and kiss her gently, then I grab the blanket and pull it into a lean-to style tent, tucking it under the length of the mattress. The room is so compact that with her crates at one end, there is no space for anyone at the other end. Her little lean-to gives her an illusion of total privacy.

"Thank you." Her voice is soft.

"You're welcome. Do you have noise cancelling earbuds?" I ask.

"No, but I have earplugs. I'll put them in after you go."

Making a note to get her the noise cancelling kind, I say, "I will see you tomorrow."

She doesn't answer, but I can hear her settling onto the mattress.

"I'm using your keys to lock the door. Someone will drop them off later."

"Thank you," she says again. "Ini will be here by six."

I don’t want her thanks. I want her in my place where I can watch over her. She needs a space where she can go and shut out the world. I start thinking about how to make that happen on my way back down the stairs.

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Lachlan and I spend most of the night with the two frat boys.

The Kicks Bandidos are supplying the frats with party drugs. The university isn't in my territory, but that doesn't mean I'll let that shit stand. Someone else can provide the spoiled rich kids their recreational highs. The gang made an even bigger mistake targeting my sister than they did invading my territory.

I will burn down their whole fucking gang before I'm through.

After we get what we need from them, they both die choking on their own cocks. They deserved worse after what they did to Shea.

I let Lachlan do one, while I handled the other.

He needed it. After he came over from Ireland, my father brought Lachlan into our family and eventually his inner circle. My second is as protective of my sisters as I am.

Sometimes, I think he wants Shea, but she's too damn young and he knows it.

"El Fantasmais organized," Lachlan says, his entire body radiating fury. "She's got somebody good gathering her intel."

I have to agree. Martina Vega, akaEl Fantasma, either knew or discovered quickly that my sister was enrolled to attend the college. She contacted her two dealers in the fraternity after we scooped up her other people on our streets and gave them instructions to get Shea invited to the party. What they did after she arrived was also onEl Fantasma's say-so.

I might have let Martina retreat after the incursion on our streets, but now she will die. My second looks like he's got some ideas about how to make that death as painful as possible.

"What about the little bitch that invited Shea to the party?" Lachlan asks.

"You heard them. She barely knew Shea." The sorority girl thought the blond frat boy had a thing for my sister and invited Shea as a favor to him.

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