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“I’ll kill anyone who has touched you, anyone who tries to. Just give me their name, point them out, I don’t care. He’ll never touch you again.”

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“He’ll never touch you again.”

What the fuck is he saying? Who the hell is he talking about?

I shake my head, dropping my hand from reaching towards the door. And to think I was going to go in there and “make nice” like Jace wanted. Well fuck that, fuck her and fuck him.

They deserve each other. I have no room to be involved with her anyway. She’s nothing but a spoiled mafia princess who can go to hell for all I care.

Storming across the room, I grab my duffle bag from the closet, slamming the door closed. Fuck them.

Jace can do this protection detail on his own, he doesn’t need me. I don’t even know why I bothered to come here. I don’t protect, I kill.

I’m too wrapped up in my head to realize Jace’s door is open, and they both stand there, watching me.

“Ryker, what are you doing?” Jace asks.

Glaring over at him, I don’t say anything. There’s no need to, they’re better off without me.

“He’ll never touch you again.”

Clenching my fist around the duffle bag I toss it towards the door. Ignoring the drop in my gut that I’m acting like a child and throwing away a friendship over a fucking girl.

Blake steps forward, frowning, eyes glancing between me and the bag.

I march towards her, and Blake stares at me while I grin under my mask. I wrap my hand around her throat and for once she looked slightly terrified of me.

“Are you scared of me, little pet?”

Blake tries to shake her head but my hand around her neck stops her.He’ll never touch you again.His words repeat in my head. How dare he? How can he just act like he doesn’t mind sharing her only to tell her that I’m not allowed to touch her?

“Take your clothes off,” I order, dropping my hand from her throat. I don’t give her room; I want her to be uncomfortable. I want to make her squirm.

“Blake,” I warn.

She slowly pulls her shirt over her head, and then pulls down her leggings, standing in front of me in just her sports bra and cotton gray panties.

“Those too,” I growl. I want her naked.

Blake pulls her bra off even slower, dropping it to the ground. My eyes drop as she peels her panties down her leg, kicking them off.

“Good girl,” I mumble. The moment she straightens back up, I reach down, her stomach pressing into mine. Lifting her up, she squirms against my hold. Reaching over, I smack her ass, causing her to still. “Let’s see what Jace thinks about me touching you now.”

Dropping her onto the bed, Blake bounces, glaring up at me. Grabbing her neck, I drag her to the edge of the bed until her head is hanging off.

“Open your mouth.”

Blake’s brows pull together as if she has a choice. Rearing back, I smack her across the face. “Open that fucking mouth, pet.”

She immediately does, and her tongue darts out, licking her lips. Unzipping my pants, I pull my cock out, letting it hit her in the face.

“Keep your mouth open.” I smile. Pulling back, I slowly sink my cock into her mouth, groaning at how her warm mouth feels against my length. I keep going until I hit the back of her throat, slowly pulling back. Blake’s mouth feels amazing; it’s not until I pull back that I feel the tiniest scratch along my dick.

Pulling all the way out, I bend down. “Stick your tongue out.”

Blake does and I notice the scar on the top left of her tongue.