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I was so close to coming but I didn’t, and now my pussy is throbbing while my jaw aches from taking Brix’s size.

Pushing to my feet, I press my thighs together to add a little friction, not that it’ll help. I reach for a towel, but he grabs me and spins me toward the sink so fast that I yelp in surprise.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

And then he lowers to his knees behind me and feasts on my asshole and pussy until I scream out his name, my knuckles white as I grip the sides of the vanity to keep from collapsing.

As my knees threaten to buckle, he straightens, grips my hips and slams into me from behind. I raise my head and look at him in the mirror with wide eyes. I literally just sucked him off and he’s ready to go again?

Fuck, I missed him. I missed this. I missed the feeling of being so safe and loved and cared for, I missed the feeling of being so desired that he can’t get enough of me.

And as long as we all stay alive, I’ll never have to go without this, or him, again.

Chapter 14

Kato

Sitting behind my desk, I pick up my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, checking for a text, missed call, anything.

Brix took Everest to the tattoo place hours ago. And yeah, I know that shit can take a while, but it’s closing in on eleven at night and they left around ten this morning. No way should it take almost twelve hours.

Fuck it. I pull up the app to the tracker I had Nick implant on Everest while she was out cold.

It isn’t moving.

What pisses me off and mildly concerns me is the location. Brix took her to his penthouse in the building he bought a year ago.

What the fuck are they doing there? We all came up with the same plan to break her the way she broke us, to build her into something she would despise – an obedient, perfect little mafia wife.

But they’ve been gone for hours.

Fucker better not have killed her. I might still harbor hate and resentment toward her, but I want her to suffer for what she put us through, not die.

Sure, there was a time when I pictured wrapping my hands around her throat and watching as the life left her pretty gray eyes.

But now…

Nah. Death would be way too easy. She needs to feel every single moment of pain she forced us to endure.

The hardwood squeaks lightly as Madd paces down the hall yet again. He’s been roaming the halls, up and down the stairs, even into the basement for a few hours.

His head peeks around the doorframe. “Where the fuck are they?” he growls.

I hold up my phone, screen aimed at him. “Looks like he took her to his penthouse.”

Madd’s dark brows slam together, and he steps further into the room. “Why the fuck would

he take her there instead of bringing her back here? That wasn’t part of the plan.”

Not that we actually formed a carved-in-stone plan, but sequestering her away for whatever Brix is doing definitely wasn’t part of what we have planned for the little whore.

I shrug and drop the phone onto the desktop. “Could be fucking her. Could be killing her,” I throw out flippantly, turning back to the computer and staring unseeingly at the numbers on the spreadsheet.

I almost sayIdon’t care which…but I do. I might hate her, might blame her for every single moment of pain the three of us have endured over the four years, two months, and sixteen days since she obliterated our hearts, but I’m not ready for her to die.

At least not yet. Not until I watch her fall apart, until I watch the expression on her face when I take her father’s life, not until I watch as her mind splinters and she becomes everything she’s always hated.

I really should be focusing on business, on ways to overthrow the Sidorov Bratva, on expanding my own little empire.