Page 29

I would bet the last of my sanity I would find a bulge in his pants if I were to lower my eyes to his crotch.

“Where is Brix? He said I have an appointment today. What’s it going to be? Waxing my pussy? Already bare. Or maybe you guys want me blonde? You know, I wouldn’t mind a change,” I say, pushing my fingers through my dark, auburn hair and away from my face.

“You need something between those lips to keep you quiet?” Kato growls out.

And now it’s my turn to be stunned into silence. He seriously just turned the tables on me, played my own game against me.

Whatever. What’s the worst he can do? Kill me? Cool. Fine. Whatever.

The only thing that kept me going over the last four years was the knowledge the loves of my life were safe, that I had kept them alive by sacrificing everything about myself, including my body, my safety, and my sanity.

Here’s the thing, though. The thought of dropping to my knees right here in the foyer and pulling Kato’s cock from his pants makes me…fuck, horny as hell. I’d always loved the sounds he would make when I swallowed him down, the way his fingers would tighten in my hair as he guided my head and set the pace.

Pushing those thoughts away, I move toward the kitchen, ignoring my shadow and letting my shoulder brush past Kato’s arm as I seek out something to eat before I’m dragged to who knows where.

“You ready?” Brix asks as I round the corner.

“You said an hour. I have fifteen minutes. I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

He pushes to his feet, grabs a travel mug, and pours it to the brim with coffee before replacing the lid and setting it on the counter, watching me with a raised brow.

“Take it or leave it. Time to go.”

With a put upon sigh, I grab the black coffee – the asshole knows I like my coffee swimming with sugar and creamer – and follow his brooding ass to the garage.

Why the hell do three men need so many vehicles? I know the guards’ SUVs are parked in a separate garage, so all these fancy ass cars, trucks and even motorcycles belong to Brixton, Kato, and Maddox.

Brix leads the way down the row, stopping beside a truck that looks like it requires a step ladder to enter. At least for those of us who aren’t giants.

He pulls the door open and stares down at me.

“How the hell am I supposed to get in there, Brix?” I ask.

He sighs heavily through his nose, as though I’m frustrating him before gripping me by the hips and lifting me onto the seat like I weigh nothing.

I squeak out a surprised sound and frown down at him. “Seriously, B?”

The nickname slips out before I can stop it.

And the look on his face…

He’s not happy.

Before I can stumble or stammer through an excuse, he swings the door shut so hard the entire truck shakes.

Then he’s stomping around the hood before climbing behind the wheel like I would in my piece of shit sedan back in Georgia.

“Kato isn’t happy about the outfit you chose,” I say once he’s started the engine and pulled out of the garage.

“What does it matter? All of Georgia has already seen your tits and cunt.”

Asshole.

Chapter 9

Brixton

“So where are we going?” she asks.