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"I want—you—"

"Come on, princess, you can do better. Tell me to fuck you.”

"Fuck me," Layla whispered as I slammed myself into her.

"Anything you want, baby."

I didn't last long; she was too tight. I came deep inside of her before falling back onto the bed, content.

"Well, at least we know what to expect on the wedding night. Get showered because I'll want some more shortly. I don't like pussy saturated in cum."

She stood up, and I watched her walk to the bathroom hungrily. She was filled with my seed now, and I fully intended to fill her again and again. Women like her just needed putting in her place, and I was just the man to do it.

28

ALICE

"What are you saying? Is she his fucking hostage? Why didn't she tell him to fuck himself?" I demanded, noticing my dad arch a curious eyebrow in my direction. I lowered my voice as I continued. "He won't kill her dad; surely that's just a threat."

Zane sounded distraught. He didn't have the anger and spirit I shared with Caleb and my Dad, so I felt fiercely protective of him. He spoke softly as my eyes narrowed.

"He's a gang leader's son in Australia. He's fucked up, Ali. I don't know what to do."

"Everyone is in a fucking gang!" I exclaimed as Dad stared at me. "Zane, we're coming home, just... wait until we get there."

I ended the call and met my dad's gaze.

"I heard- hostage, kill her dad, gang, and Zane. What the fuck, Alice?"

I looked at my dad as I sighed, picking my phone back up. I'd gotten a new number, but I had zero contacts as it was a new phone.

"Zane and Layla. She's in a shitty situation. We need to go, Dad."

Dad shook his head as he pointed at me.

"Fine, but you are telling me everything on that plane."

"But—”

"No buts, Alice. I don't want you and Zane trying to handle whatever the fuck this sounds like it is. RAVEN!" he yelled as I heard my mom grumble from the bedroom. "Child alert. Another dose of peril awaits. We need to go, baby."

My mom was in the room in seconds, her eyes wild as Dad filled her in.

"I fucking knew it. I told you—” she spat angrily as Dad nodded.

"I know, baby. Just get your things, we can talk more on the way home. Alice, are you sure you're up to going home?"

"Dad, I know I look like I am, but I'm not a fucking doll.” I snapped, folding my arms as he chuckled.

"You don't say..." he teased before calling Zane from his mobile. I heard him speaking softly to him as Mom strode out immaculately dressed and ready to go.

"What the fuck, Mom? Have you even brushed your teeth?"

"Alice, darling, you aren't the wife of a mobster if you can't be ready to leave in five seconds flat."

"Noted." I smiled as she winked at me.

"Are you going to be okay going back..." she asked tentatively, pushing her earrings into her lobes.