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“Thank you.” Relief floods me.
“Mia…” His voice cracks.
“I’m sorry about earlier. I should have told the truth.”
“It’s probably better you didn’t.” I feel the anger in his words. “I’ll be there as quickly as I can.”
“Okay.” I hang up and stare at the list of names again.
Who were these men?
And why did they all end up dead?
19
Bexley
I pull up outside the house my GPS directed me to.
It looks like the perfect family home with a wraparound porch, complete with a swing seat. I might never have met Mia's parents, but I can almost picture her mom sitting there reading while her and her dad kick a ball around the yard.
It's the style of house that makes me yearn for the kind of normal upbringing I didn't have.
Yes, I have the money and everything my parents could buy for me, but none of that compares to having a real loving, caring family who actually spent more time at home than they did at work or schmoozing clients at fancy functions.
Climbing from my car, I spot movement in one of the upstairs windows and my heart starts to beat faster.
I was pissed at her for blowing me off yesterday and then being with Cade, really fucking pissed, but one look at her this morning with the dark circles under her eyes and I instantly softened. She wanted to be there just about as much as I wanted her there, but we both know that right now, there's little we can do about it.
I force the memories down and jog up the steps to her front door. I lift my hand to knock, but the door opens before I get a chance.
"Hey," Mia says almost shyly, pulling the door open and inviting me inside.
"Hey. Are your parents home?" I ask, noting the empty driveway I just pulled up beside.
"Nope."
"Good."
With my hand around her throat, I push her back against the wall, kicking the door closed behind me. All the air rushes from her lungs with the impact, but I don't give her a chance to recover. Instead, I make use of her parted lips and thrust my tongue between them.
It only takes her a second to get with the program before her hands wrap around my sides and she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, making my cock swell, wishing it was that she was sucking on.
"Fuck, little mouse," I groan, ripping my lips from hers and kissing down her neck.
Her leg curls around my hip, and I grind into her.
"Bexley," she moans.
"Do you know how fucking mad I was last night, seeing you with him?"
"Yes," she breathes, and I pull down the neck of her tank to bite down on the swell of her breast. "I know, I'm sorry, I—"
"Don't. Don't apologize for something you have no control over."
"Oh God," she whimpers as I pull the cup of her bra down and suck her nipple into my mouth.
"I need you, mouse. I need you so fucking bad,"
