Page 130 of Chad's Chase

“Good ones.”

I crossed my arms. “Oh yeah? How good a guardian have you been for your cousin Alina? When last have you seen her? What’s her favorite color? Does she like her pizza hot or cold? Stuff crust or thin?”

He glanced around, ashamed. “That’s not fair. You were trying to kill me. Then it was Rafail. It wasn’t safe for her to be around m—”

“Chad, you are now a part of The Organization. Just like it wasn’t safe for Alina to be around you, it’snevergonna be safe for us to bring children into this shitmess of a life. The kids thing, let’s just fantasize about it and stop there.”

With a miserable groan, he pressed his face to my bosom and expelled a heavy breath. “We need kids to carry on our family legacy, Jhay.”

I knew then that I’d lost, because he was right. With Rafail down, Chad would inherit his family legacy. And Org would pass his on to me. With no kids, we would be a major disappointment not having created a new generation to perpetuate the legacy for years to come. Chad’s legacy dated back from the eighteen hundreds. What if someone had been selfish and decided they didn’t want children back then? The legacy would’ve died.

Safe or not, kids were a must. We just had to be the best damn parents we could be and not screw things up.

Sagging with defeat, I sighed. “Okay.”

“And you’ll say yes when I ask you to marry me,” he told my cleavage.

When I didn’t respond, he raised his head and glared at me. “You’ll say yes, Jhay.”

“Tellme I have to say yes.”

“You have to.”

“Then I will.”

Chad looked a little confused, so I leaned forward and took his face in my hands. Eyes to eyes, lips to lips, I told him, “I want you to master me, Chad. I want you to dominate and control me. I want you to be my man. I want you to own me completely. I want you to be my king.”

Shaking his head ever so slightly in my hands, he replied, “And I wouldn’t even waste my time trying.”

I scowled. “Why not?”

“Because,”—he looped his hands around my waist— “you’ll never obey.”

Thinking this over, I tipped my head from side to side, then pouted. “I can obey.”

Humor crawled with tiny legs over his features. “Hmm. Sure you can.” He moved an inch so our lips touched, and I parted my lips and welcomed him in, doing the dance, the tongue tango, the slide. Shivers raced through me as I squirmed, pushed and pressed against him.

Breaking away, I asked in a breathy voice, “We’re free now, aren’t we?”

“Completely,” he quickly answered, frustrated with me for breaking our tongue dance.

“So that means we can fuck right here, right now, on this table, and won’t stop even if Ronnie walks in on us, right?”

A wry smile popped on his face. “Yep. That’s freedom alright.”

I pushed up off his lap and eased my ass up on the table, spreading my legs. “In that case, let’s make use of it while it lasts.”

And we did. Kissed, sucked, and fucked on the table.

It wasn’t Ronnie who walked in on us. It was Vivian.

But we didn’t stop. Not even for a second.

Because we were fucking free.