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Epilogue

Dante

Slidingthe card into the lock, I heard the beep and felt the lock slip free. Popping the door open, I pushed it with my hip and walked in.

My arms were full, holding two paper sacks of groceries . . . And a book Ivy pleaded for. It was hell to find, but I got it done. I always did.

“Ivy, you are one lucky girl.” Dropping the bags on the small table by the door, I flipped the lock into place and double checked it twice to make sure it was secure.

We had been on the run for a month now, but nothing would ever be safe for us. Ivy asked me if I was going to go to the cops . . . I said no.

And she wasn't going either.

I might have just done one of the most fucked up things to my father. But the cops—that was a blatant death sentence. My hope was that he'd just chalk this up as a lost cause, and forget I ever existed.

My mother was the rational one. If she had been here, none of this would have happened. There was no way in hell she would've let Ivy get stuck in the middle of this. My mother would have ordered my father to help her, she would have thrown herself into the pit of hell to help Ivy.

Maybe it was my mother that had helped me open my eyes and see what I needed to do. Maybe it was her hand reaching down and giving me the strength to do what's right.

Lord knows that I had never been weak . . . Until her.

As for Remo, he would try and find us, there was doubt about that. But I already had a plan for him. All I needed was a little more time and he'd have his day.

“I already knew that.” Winking, she rolled onto her belly on the hotel mattress and kicked her heels into her ass.

Fuck, I loved that ass.

“No, I don't think you do. Do you know what I had to go through to get this fucking book?”

Propping her chin up on the back of her palm, she smiled through those gorgeous lips I couldn't get enough of, teasing me with that grin. “Did you have to kill some little old lady? Because if you did, I'd say you have no idea how worth it it was.”

Chuckling, I pulled a bottle of water from the bag and tossed her book onto the end of the bed. “All I'm say is that you owe me.”

“Shit, I know what you want.”

Cocking my head, I asked, “Oh you do?”

“Anal.” Pointing her finger at me, she twirled it in small circles. “I know that look and that one right there says anal.”

“What? Come on.”Fanning out my arms, I pursed my mouth to the side and made a loud raspberry sound with my lips. “I don't have an anal look.”

“You do, and that face is it.” Bending up on her knees, Ivy bounced her ass generously into the air. “And it's totally worth it, you deserve my ass for the find.” Rolling her hips, her ass jiggled and danced.

“Fuck, woman, you're not even going to get to read that thing if this is your thank you for it.” Lifting the book up, I flipped the pages. “I might take you up on that, then I'll just bring it back.” My lips pulled back, baring my teeth. “Then I'll go find it again and again.”

“I don't think so.” Snapping her body upright, she plucked the book from my hands. “Besides, it's not like you never get it.” Shaking her ass again, she pushed her hips back and lifted her backside towards my face.

My dick thickened, the blood draining from my head and filling my pants with delirious quickness. I suddenly felt light headed, the air seeped slowly into my lungs, defying gravity and never making it to my brain.

Stepping closer to the end of the bed, I drew long letters over her cheek.'M. I.'Swirling to the next voluptuous curve arching high, I kept tracing the imaginary letters.'N. E.'

“That's right,” she said, whispering over her shoulder as her eyes turned sultry, sparking with desire. “I am yours.”

Bringing a heavy hand down hard onto her ass, I let the jiggle settle against my palm. “Fuck.” The air whooshed out of my lungs, my hands slipping up her back and sliding back down to grab the edge of her shorts.

Tearing them over her ass, her wet pussy glistened, eager and clenching the air around it. But I wasn't going for pussy tonight . . .

Ivy said anal.