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“The driver comes from one side, but he can’t leave the same way since it's one way. We hang around in the club. When he has to leave, we’ll be called from the club to vacate the spot so the truck can depart. We’ll follow him and then… boom.”

She left the meaning of it lingering.

“How do you know their schedule?” I questioned her.

She grinned smugly. “I snapped a picture of the schedule from a document one of the guys left laying around when he went to the bathroom. Idiot!”

All four of us snickered at such a rookie mistake. Gosh, we were moving up in the criminal world.

“Wow, he must be a worse criminal than us,” Ivy mused.

“Fuck yeah,” Juliette said. “At least we learn and get better. Someone should tell that fucker his skills are a joke, at best. We, on the other hand, kick ass.”

I winced at the self-praise. We got caught both times. Well, I did since Dante recognized me and called Liam. But at least the Italians thought it was only me. Liam wasn’t as dumb and knew all four of us were in on it. But he was letting me get away with it.

Because he likes me?I pondered.

Maybe that should be my goal.Make him pussy whipped so he’ll let me get away with everything, I smirked silently, suddenly feeling so smug and smart.

“What are you smirking at?” Juliette called me out on it and immediately my smugness evaporated like dust in the wind.

“Oh, I was just congratulating ourselves on improving our criminal skills,” I lied.

“Right?” she eagerly agreed. “We’re getting good at this. Soon, we’ll be able to buy the property for our school.”

We’ve been searching for potential properties and gauging sale prices so we’d know how long our criminal careers would last.

“If we're going to do it, we need to do it this Saturday,” Wynter concluded. “While I still have this place. I have to move out next week.”

And we knew what that meant. She’d have to go back to California. Then her life would be ice skating, training, and more ice skating. Unless she convinced her skating partner to move to New York and train here, since she found herself a boyfriend.

“This Saturday it is,” I announced.

CHAPTER45

Liam

Two weeks.

Two weeks of putting up with my wife sneaking around so she could spend evenings with me and nights in my bed, and I could fuck her senseless. I was all for standing by your friends, but this was bullshit and I’d put a stop to it, even if I had to break the fucking news to everyone myself.

She had become a need, absolute and unique, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The need to have her near was engraved in the very marrow of my bones. In the deep pit of my heart. With no chances of ever getting out.

She was naked underneath me, on her knees, her ass up in the air and her head buried into the pillows. Her dark hair sprawled over the pillows as my fingers dug into her ass cheek and my other hand wrapped around her waist, lifting her stomach the slightest bit. I wasn’t sure anymore whether I was punishing her or pleasuring her.

I had taken her over and over again. Each time I promised myself it was the last time, then I’d let her rest. But then I’d succumb and I’d take her again. Around this woman, I had no will to stop fucking her. The scent of her arousal fed my addiction. I wanted to eat her out. Pull her deep into my depraved desire, so she’d never find her way out.

I thrust into her hard, sharp and animalistic. Punishing her for not screaming at the top of her lungs that she was mine. I wanted to own every inch of her so she’d never go anywhere without me. Her body jerked underneath me. Her fingers fisted the rope I looped around her wrists and tied to the bed rails.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted, sweat glistening on her beautiful skin.

“Who do you belong to?” I growled, with one of my knees firmly planted between her open thighs, thrusting into her like a madman. She bit the pillow, muffling her sounds as I plowed in and out. Hard and fast. I leaned over so my chest covered her back. “Who?” I demanded, releasing her ass.

Her muscles melted into my touch and it was the only thing she couldn’t control. She had a sharp brain and a sassy mouth, but her body betrayed her. I felt her own craving as much as my own as her walls clenched around my cock.

I reached around and thrust two fingers into her mouth. She bit into them, her teeth piercing my skin. Fuck, I loved her fire.

“Tell me.” She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes met mine, defiant and lustful. Hazy and beautiful. I pounded in and out of her, hard and deep. Eager to consume every fiber of her being.