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I climbed in and shut the door. It felt so good to have something soft against my back after spending all night outside on the ground.
Dhal waved to Luther and then got in behind me as Romero took over the driver’s seat.
“Tito was there somewhere,” I said a few minutes after we’d been on the road.
“I got him out.”
“K,” I hummed, not really caring either way. After thinking it over, it didn’t matter to me what happened to him. Sure, he’d saved my life once, but it wasn’t because he was a stand-up guy; he’d had an agenda of his own.
I was over worrying about him. He was a grown ass man who could fend for himself.
.
I kept my mouth shut the rest of the ride, even though I had a million questions and certain things needed to be said. I wasn’t going to open another can of worms when my mind was already crawling with parasites.
I needed a minute to think. I needed a minute to breathe. I hunkered down and shut my eyes. When Romero put his hand on my dirty knee, I felt a calm wash over me.
I was alive, free, and had a man who redefined what it meant to sin by my side. I was not going to waste time dwelling on what happened. My experience wasn’t even that traumatic. I’d been through so much worse.
If I wanted answers, I had to make him inclined to give them to me. With that, my eyes popped open and I took his hand in mine, forcing our fingers to intertwine.
“I was going to wallow in self pity,” I began. “But fuck that. I have a list of demands, and don’t interrupt me until I’m done, because I’m not allowed to interrupt you.”
“I won’t interrupt you. I’m not even going to let you start. You seem to have forgotten how our relationship works. I know what you want, and I know what you need.
“We’re going to talk about what happened on the bridge and all the other fun shit that correlates with it. But first, you’re going to get cleaned up. You’re going to eat, and I’m going to give you something to relieve some stress—and I’m not talking about my dick. I know how much you love him, but don’t worry, baby, you’ll have a reunion soon.
“It’s been two weeks and my balls are bluer than your eyes. I need to remind you what it feels like to be buried inside you. I’m going to fuck you so hard your tight little pussy will be left with a permanent imprint of me inside it. And then, you’re going to have to ride my face so my tongue doesn’t feel left out.
“Did I miss anything?”
I stared at him a full two minutes, the wetness between my thighs overriding all my other senses.
Dhal shifting in the backseat snapped me back to attention. He’d made me forget all about her while nailing every bullet on my list.
“Cocky fucking asshole,” I muttered, clenching my legs tighter and glaring at him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The sun was high in the sky by the time we finally arrived at our destination.
I peered through the windshield as Romero and Dhal got out. The building in front of us had once been a hotel—a nice one, if the architectural details were anything to go off.
People were lingering in the courtyard, some lining the walkway, guarding it. I spotted a few more up on the roof. If anything, Romero was always secure.
What I found a little surprising was that not all of them were donning their masks. Quite a few had their whole face exposed.
My door popped open and Romero reached in to help me down.
He took my hand and started leading me towards the entrance of what was onceLa Monte Suites, according to the weathered sign I could now see.
I faltered when I realized how easily I was going along with him into a strange place. I froze, leaving him with the option to either drag me or stop walking, too. “Is he in there?” I asked in reference to David, trying to pull my hand out of his.
He shared a look over my head with Dhal, some unspoken message passing between them. Before I had a chance to ask what the hell it was, he seized my upper forearm and swept my feet out from underneath me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” My sudden outburst snagged the attention of the few people nearby.
A fraction of a second before I hit the ground, he caught me. I was so close that if I puckered my lips I could kiss the ugly orange concrete.
