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The night air was cooler now, but still too warm, and it only made the night more ominous as I walked to my car, looking over my shoulder in search of ghosts and shadows. I practically dove inside and locked the doors. I needed to get my shit together, to get my bearings before I called my best friend and made her worry. Thank fuck I had a spare charger in my car as the cops wouldn’t let me take anything, and I had an old hoodie thrown on the passenger seat and my gym gear. But other than that, all I had were the literal clothes on my back.
I fished out my phone and held it in my hands, staring at the screen like it was the enemy. When the screen lit up and the phone buzzed, I jumped, the phone falling to the floor and sliding under the seat.
“Son of a bitch.” I bent over to reach for it. It took a few attempts, but finally my fingers landed on it, and I pulled the phone forward, hoping it was Lisa calling to tell me about her hookup.
The message was from an unknown number, and it was fucking terrifying.
That dead girl should have been you. It was supposed to be you.
Holy shit. It was supposed to be me?
My heart raced as I realized that I couldn’t go to Lisa’s apartment, not if this was true. What if they came after me, and I put her in harm’s way just for being near me? My fingers were already scrambling for the door handle so I could race back out towards the cops, when I paused, thinking of that stupid blond detective and his tired, barely interested partner.
Cops weren’t able to save Mom from her constant abuse. They couldn’t do anything at all, not until the point Dad finally beat her to death and they could lock him up.
I couldn’t trust the police, not unless I was ready to die first and wait for them to clean up the mess.
I had to figure something else out.
Fast.
Chapter 5
Rocky
I was in the middle of a good dream after hours of being unable to fall asleep. Twins with big tits were in my bed. One rode my cock and the other rode my face, and it was an overwhelming sensation of pleasure that sent me to the edge. I was in heaven, pure fucking heaven, as four big titties and two tight cunts fucked me to within an inch of my life. I knew it was a dream but it I didn’t give a fuck. My cock was hard—for once—and in my hands while the twins moaned and shouted their pleasure as I fucked and licked them to oblivion.
It was pure fucking bliss and I never wanted it to end. I gripped my cock tight, pumping fast, close as fuck to the release I needed. Craved.
In the distance, a loud pounding sounded. But nothing mattered more than the pleasure I was chasing.
When it happened again, my groggy mind wouldn’t let it go and with a snarl, I sat up and looked around my bedroom, lit only by the moonlight that filtered in through the blinds. A quick sweep of the room showed nothing but darkness.
The pounding sound grew louder and more insistent. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and blinked quickly to clear the fog from my eyes. It was the middle of the fucking night, and someone was banging on my door like the goddamn police.
I grabbed my boxer briefs from the floor and stepped into them, picking up my gun as I made my way downstairs to the sound of the uninvited guest. The pounding hadn’t stopped, and I risked a quick look through the peephole before I yanked open the door. “What the fuck do you want?”
A squeak sounded at the face on the wrong end of my nine-millimeter. I couldn’t see shit other than a mass of red curls.
“Jesus, is that necessary?” a feminine voice, deep and honeyed, asked on the other side of my gun.
“Not entirely, no. But when someone stops by at two in the morning, it’s a necessary precaution.”
In an act of incredible boldness, the anonymous redhead moved the barrel of the gun to the side and stared up at me with big blue eyes.
At the sight of her face, my annoyance dropped down a notch. She was the hottest, most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, which was saying a lot since I’d seen a lot of stunners in my day. She had curves for days, from her tits to her tiny waist and flared out hips, and all the way down to thick, creamy thighs. She carried a hoodie in one hand, and on her feet were sneakers with no socks on. In her pajamas, in the middle of the night, she looked like someone who was running away from something, quickly.
“Sorry for invading your sleep.” The thin lilac pajamas she wore hid nothing from my view, not the dark pink nipples, hard beneath her tank top, not the patch of slightly darker red hair at the apex of her thighs, and not every tantalizing inch in between. “But maybe we could get that fucking thing out of my face, please?” Her voice was like whiskey shaken with honey, husky and smooth and a balm to whatever it was that bothered me.
Gorgeous and half naked, this feisty redhead was either a fiction of my overworked and over-tired imagination, or this was some kind of fucking trap. I moved my gun to point at her chest and tipped my head.
“I can and I will, as soon as you tell me who you are and what you want.” I couldn’t be too careful, especially when a woman straight out of my dirtiest fantasies showed up on my doorstep in the middle of the night.
“Okay.” The word came out on a whisper, and when she peeked around the gun, I saw tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, swollen from crying. “You’re Mr. Lombardi, aren’t you?”
I frowned. No one ever called me Mr. Lombardi. That was my dad, who was technically Colonel Lombardi. Her formality intrigued me.
“Depends on who’s asking.” I didn’t know this chick, and though for the first time in ages my cock stood up and took notice, my survival instincts took over.
