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I swipe the spray of blood from my face. “Fuck, I missed this.” I slam my fist into his face, sending a tooth flying across the room.

Zane exhales as if bored, so I glance over my shoulder at him. The fucker didn’t so much as lift a finger, let alone pull the gun out of his waistband. From the moment I slammed the door open in Colin’s face, he settled back against the small kitchen cupboard and watched the show.

Colin groans on the floor and spits blood onto the carpet as he attempts to get on his hands and knees. I press my foot to his back and shove him back down with a thud.

“We want every cent back before next Friday. Do you understand?” Zane finally speaks up, stepping forward and adjusting his cufflinks.

A pained groan falls from Colin’s split lips, so I move to straddle his back, grab a hold of his hair, and yank his head up so he can see Zane. “Tell Zane you understand, motherfucker.” I nod his head, making him appear like a nodding puppet.

“I un-understand,” he chokes out.

“Your father’s business will be the first to go. Followed by your sister’s salon,” Zane informs him, and part of me hopes the fucker on the floor fails to deliver next week. I thrive on the action.

Zane gives me a chin lift, and I drop him to the floor. The sound of his head hitting the carpet makes me consider the scumbag lucky he doesn’t have wooden floors.

I remove my knuckle-duster and follow Zane outside.

“What’s next?” I ask as the burst of adrenaline ripples through me.

A smile plays at the corner of his lips, and he slaps my shoulder. “Welcome home, brother.” He grins as if knowing something I don’t.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

IMMIE

I check my phone for the hundredth time tonight. Waiting for the digits on my clock to turn to 2:00 a.m. is pure torture. It reads one fifty-nine, and that’s good enough for me, so I slink out of my bed and pad toward Jensen’s room.

Their door is ajar, and Amanda’s content snores are music to my ears. A smile creeps over my face.

Tonight, I want to try something different, but I don’t want to push Jensen too far. Though the need to feel him against me has been almost unbearable all day, especially after the venom Amanda spilled this morning.

I need reassurance, and I’ve spent so long wanting him to come home, my dependency is becoming worse than ever.

He lifts his head off the pillow, and I’m almost positive I see him smile. When he raises the sheet for me, the familiar warmth and happiness spread through me, wiping out the poison from Amanda’s attack.

His cologne lingers in the air as I slide under the sheets. Banding his arm around me, he tugs me until my back hits his chest and nuzzles into my hair. “Fuck, I missed you today,” he breathes against me, and my hearts swells. “Did you miss me too, Little Nightmare?”

“I always miss you.”

He chuckles against me. And I slowly draw over the tattoos on his arm, reveling in the way his overly large body encompasses mine.

“Can I touch you?” The fact that he even asks is a true testament to his care for me, and I only love him more for it.

From the moment Jensen discovered me, he’s always asked before doing something that might make me uncomfortable. When I was younger, it was dressing the wounds my perpetrators left behind. A tremor racks through me and I still, and when he freezes, I know he felt it too, so I panic.

“I like it when you touch me, Daddy,” I state, trying to get him back on board with my plan. “Please, I need you to. I wanted to touch myself to see if I still had your seed inside me, but I wanted you to check for me.”

His heart hammers against my back, and his chest heaves in tandem with mine. His thick hand slides beneath my T-shirt and glides over my stomach before it creeps into the waistband of my panties.

My breath hitches as his thick fingers glide through my slick folds. I throw my head back against his chest, reveling in his touch.

“You’re so soft and wet for me,” he rasps, and a shiver races up my spine as I buck against him. “I love that I’m the only person to have been here.”

We both know that’s not true, not really, but the fact that he treats me like I’m untouched makes me hungrier than ever for his touch. After all, he’s the only person I’ve given myself to willingly.

“Do you need Daddy to fill you again?”

“Yes,” I moan against his ear, then lick up his neck, delivering a trail of saliva in my wake before I latch on to his ear and tug.