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“How do we prove it, though,” Acacia says, pursing her lips. “We need something that can’t be disproved. Photos, statements, things like that.”

“I got out,” I say. “I can get back in.”

“No,” Fury growls. “Not fuckin’ happening.”

“I know where everything is,” I argue. “I know where the fence is unguarded. I can get in and get photos.”

“It’s not happenin’.”

Frustration bubbles in my chest.

“What if she does it when he’s not there,” Myla offers. “You can organize a time to have him collect the USB and cash, when he does, we can focus on getting in and taking some pictures. He’ll take a good heap of his men with him, for safety.”

“That could work,” Mex nods his head. “It’s a good idea. Pres?”

Western glances at Fury. “She knows where to go.”

“We’re not riskin’ her fuckin’ life,” Fury barks, fists clenching by his sides.

“I’ll go with her,” Bonnie says. “She won’t be alone.”

Western shoots her a look.

Fury grunts. “Oh, don’t like it when it’s your woman but it’s okay to throw mine in there?”

He considers me his woman?

My heart flutters.

“You’ve made your point,” Western grinds out. “The girls are goin’, but we’ll have someone there as backup.”

Fury clenches his jaw before declaring, “I’ll be with them, the entire fuckin’ time.”

Western nods.

So that’s it then?

We have a plan.

We’re actually doing this.

God, I hope it works.

I would love nothing more than to see Marek go down.

The taste of his own medicine will be bittersweet karma.

He won’t see it coming.

17

My tongue slides down Fury’s cock and his feral growl only urges me on. Licking the tip, and swirling the head, I close my mouth over it and suck slowly, moving my head up and down, loving the way his hand curls into my hair. Reaching down, I cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as I pick up the pace, opening my throat to take him deep. His hiss of pleasure above me has the ache in my pussy growing so intense, I squeeze my thighs together to try and calm it down.

Fingers sliding down my jaw, Fury grips my chin as I suck, giving me the kind of masculine energy that makes me wild. I want him, but right now, I can’t have him. I can, however, enjoy the sound of his pleasured growls as I suck his dick, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Deciding to spice things up a little, I stop just as I feel his cock swell, and I release him from my mouth. His hiss of rage only makes my decision that much hotter.

Looking up at him, I can see the insane need in his eyes as his fingers tighten on my jaw. “Don’t be a bad fucking girl, Alexis,” he grinds out.

“Maybe I’m tired of being good.” I smile, licking my lips.

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