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Sesto hung his head, tilting the phone away from his mouth as his hand cupped his jaw. “I don't know, I swear I don't. I need to talk to dad.”

“Sesto, the shit that happened is too much to ignore. Only a handful of us knew about it, and you're one of them. Explain why you got off light, tell me why your time is so much less than the rest, huh?” Cocking my jaw, Sesto held a blank gaze. “Yeah, that's what I thought.” Slamming the phone down hard, I shoved out of the chair and didn't even look back at him as I left.

That was the last time I was ever going to see my brother. He could sit there behind those bars for the rest of his life, I didn't fucking care. You don't rat, you don't sell out your family to save yourself.

That's how we worked, that's what was expected.

But my brother broke that trust, he broke our family.

And there was nothing he could do to fix what he had done.

I didn't have a brother anymore.

He took that from me, he took it from us both.

* * *

Sitting in the driveway, I stared up at the window holding Ivy, sealing her inside. I'd been gone for a few hours, but I knew that was enough time for her to try and figure a way out. The chain I attached to her ankle was tight, I was certain she couldn't get it off unless she cut her foot off.

Hopefully that wasn't the route she took.

Running quickly through my head a tallied list of what she had access to in the room, there was nothing that could do that kind of damage.

But she was smart enough to try and find something for protection or to inflict pain on me, smart enough to take the opportunity to use it to her advantage. And from what I'd seen her do already, it was time she would use wisely.

I hope she didn't do anything stupid.

Neither of us needed that.

I had to be cautious. I didn't want to get slugged with something when I stepped into the house.

And I didn't want the anger from my meeting boiling over and coming down on her.

It wasn't her fault, none of this was her fault.

But I was still so fucking amped up about my brother, I couldn't think straight. My head was pounding, my muscles were snapping, ready to explode in a violent rage.

I didn't need this shit, I didn't need his shit, and none of this was what I wanted.

The only thing I knew was I wanted her.

Her pussy was hot, tight, and wetter than any other pussy I'd ever touched. Her juice had dripped over my hand, leaving its scent on my fingers.

She was still there, lingering on my skin, leaving me frustrated and blue balled. Yes, I jerked off after she fell asleep, but it wasn't enough.

I wanted to keep her chained up, fuck her till she couldn't feel her legs. There was something about her that drew me in.

I didn't want to let her go. Was I selfish for wanting her all to myself?

Maybe. But it was so hard not to want what I shouldn't have.

The first time I saw her back at the restaurant with Remo I couldn't take my eyes off her. She sat so delicately at the table, her hands folded up tightly in her lap. Every move she made was soft and angelic.

I watched her dab the napkin at the corner of her lips as her mouth made a perfect O shape, and all I could imagine was stuffing my cock deep inside.

She didn't speak when they had dinner that night. Instead I watched her fiddle with her plate, knocking around pieces of broccoli and carrots. The only food I saw her put in her mouth was a couple pieces of bread and a few spoonfuls of soup.

Remo would speak and Ivy would just nod, or flash a forced smile. When I think back on it now, there were subtleties to her movements that I didn't pay attention to. Her body was rigid and she looked anxious. Her hands shook tenderly when Remo would touch her from across the table.