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“Fuck she’s good at milking me.” I say.

“Yeah, I emptied my balls in her ass, and I still want more.” Brox looks at me. “How long are we making her stay there?”

“Give it an hour.” I say as I turn my back to him, pulling the cover over me. “We’re starting slow.”

It probably has been an hour later, as Brox’s voice wakes me up.

“Lana. Bed.”

I turn to see how she’s doing. She pushes herself up, slowly, and walks over to the bed, making sure she’s lying between the two of us. She’s needy, and craving us more than before. I love them like this.

Craving my approval after her ordeal, she turns to me, and wraps her arm around my body, and hooks her leg over mine. I crook my lips. Good girl.

Then I turn to her, and envelop her in my body. Brox does the same from behind, his arm resting on her hip. She sniffles. She must have cried while she was in the wardrobe.

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You just have to get that you’re nobody. Your cunt and your ass are our assets. Some assets are used, some invested, and some are protected. What we do with you, a nobody, depends largely on how much cum you can take.”

CHAPTER 13

RIO

Brox’s voice drags me back.

It’s low, rough with sleep, coming from somewhere above me.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he mutters.

My eyes blink open. The room is brighter now; light seeps through the curtains in a stronger wash. My limbs feel heavy. Lana is still pressed against me, her head on my chest, one leg slung over my hip.

“We slept,” I say, my voice gravelly. “That was the point.”

“She’ll be in the crossfire again,” he replies, nodding toward Lana. “Every second she stays here, she becomes more visible. More connected. If the Sorrentino’s decide to make a move, they’ll aim at anything that looks precious to us.”

I look down at her. Her hair is messy, strands spread across my chest. Her lashes lie dark and still against her cheeks. There is a small red mark on her temple from where she pressed into me. She looks peaceful.

“Why do you have to ruin my sleep?” I grumble, but I know he’s right.

“Because I want to be able to fuck her forever.” I get him. It’s as simple as that.

“What do you propose?” I look at him. He must have thought this through.

“The kennel?”

I crook my brows. The kennel has always been an option, a place where she’ll be controlled, and used like she should be. By everyone. Trained properly. But we’re not there yet.

“Let’s send her home,” I say, quietly. “Tell her to stay in her flat. Keep contact minimal until we clean up the mess with Alessio.”

“That could work, too,” Brox says. “Keep her out of sight, out of mind. At least for the people circling.”

The thought of her walking out of this place, stepping into a taxi alone, sleeping in some too-small bed in a building with a security system I didn’t install, makes my teeth grind so hard my jaw aches.

“We could assign someone to watch her building,” I say. “Extra eyes on the street.”

“More exposure,” he counters. “More trails. Our people standing around her place draws attention.”

“Basically, you want distance,” I summarize.

“Yes.” His tone is rougher now. “Distance, for her sake. We can’t fail her again.”