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“You’re just mad right now!” Carmichael yelled out after her. She flipped him the bird and kept moving. Jonathan confidently sidled through the doorway with Vanessa first and Colin paused before turning back to the old man.
“I only let her do this because she needed it and would be hell on wheels if she didn’t get what she wanted. I’d think very carefully about what she’s said if I were you. I’ll be seeing you around, Carmichael,” Colin said, raising his eyebrow against the hate in the man’s face.
He walked himself to his car, seeing Olivia already in the passenger seat of his SUV and calling a tow truck. The Porsche was beyond ruined. His phone pinged with a text from Jonathan.
Ya’ll deserve each other, that was admirable. Let’s meet for lunch, follow me. Vanessa’s hungry. -J-Dawg
Fine. -C
***
Thirty minutes later they were sitting at a booth, eating their food at a Mexican restaurant.
Jonathan was looking rather green at Olivia taking a bite out of her order. Braised spicy pig tongue tacos. Colin bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.
“I’m just practicing,” she said, before taking another bite and closing her eyes, savoring it.
Colin took a bite of his ranchero steak, watching Vanessa who was attacking her nachos with gusto.
“Sis, watching you smash through that gate was epic, like watching something straight out of a movie. But when you crawled through that window, I about had a heart attack. I did get a little of a lady boner, though. Sorry, you’re crazy, but I think you’re also my hero,” Vanessa said, shoving an impossibly large mouthful in her mouth and moaning. She sat back and rubbed her belly.
“I guess we don’t need to lecture you about how dangerous that could have been?” Jonathan said across the table, wincing as Olivia bit through a piece of gristle, her teeth grinding. She swallowed.
I don’t give a fuck if you lecture me or not. The point stands, Jonathan. He fucks with what’s mine, then he’ll get what’s coming to him. You guys don’t understand what I’m talking about. But I guarantee you that he does. He can decide whether or not he wants to take that risk,” Olivia chirped back, seriously looking like she didn’t just have a manic episode, burst through some gates, trashed her car, and broke into a man’s house. Just thirty minutes ago.
She looked like she was glowing. She’d been in her element.
“The point was, for him to stay away from the three-four of you guys,” she stared rather blatantly at Jonathan.
“Allison,” Jonathan breathed.
She nodded her head.
“If anything, I’ve bought us some time to get the team going, to iron out any kinks, and to get a new schedule in place if we need to,” she whispered. Throwing down her last taco, not wanting it as she was full.
“So would you-would you really do what you said back there?” Jonathan said, conversationally, as if they weren’t talking about cannibalism to a woman who was just eating pig tongue.
She smiled, folding her arms under her breasts.
“I’m surprised Jonathan, you of all people should know that when a person gets pushed beyond their limits then they’ll do crazy stuff to survive. Right?” she asked, tilting her head and regarding him tightly. He’d shared a few stories with her about his past as a torture specialist.
They all finished their food before walking outside to the parking lot.
“Vincent and I are meeting at Allison’s school tomorrow at seven in the morning to get the security shit figured out, then we’ll all meet up at Vincent’s office to meet with the teams and go over protocol, correct?” Jonathan said, wanting confirmation. He placed his arm around Vanessa and held her close.
Colin nodded, taking Olivia’s waist and pulling her close as well. The woman was magnetic. He agreed with Vanessa that what she did today was straight out of a movie, and he didn’t think he’d be erasing that particular scene from his head anytime soon.
However, she was still going to be punished for doing it. And he began to formulate a plan.
Chapter eighteen
3, 2, 1, Zero
“Ohhhh sir,” Olivia whimpered as Colin thrust nice and slow into her.
It was early the next morning, still dark outside, and he had her on her knees in the shower and had been fucking her for well over an hour this way. He did not care about how wet she was as the water was pounding down on them, washing it all away anyways. She was shaking, the hard thrusts he was treating her to jiggled her ass and her breasts, her hair hanging wet and wild down her face.
She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d had. Her chest hurt, tightening painfully in preparation for another one. She let out a ragged whimper, feeling herself clamp down impossibly tight around him.
