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Justin had removed his suit jacket and was in the process of rolling up his shirt sleeves. The sight of his corded forearms drenched with tattoos sucked all the air out of her lungs.
Still, she forced herself to stay rooted to the spot despite her body trembling and turning what felt like a hundred degrees hotter.
She felt flustered and almost delirious by the time he slid his leather belt through the loops of his pants.
Instinctively she knew what he was going to do to her.
“Did you follow the instruction you were given?”
“No,” she said defiantly. What did she have to lose? She could have saved Morgan’s life by warning him. That was worth it.
Chapter Ten
They were changingand they couldn’t deny it anymore.
Justin knew that under any other circumstance they would have ended Ace’s life right there and then. The crime he committed was the worst. He betrayed them. He stole from them. Just like Morgan Jules.
But now they were going soft.
They had roughed Ace up a little. Broken six of his fingers before then sent him on his way. Once he recovered, he’d be paying his dues by washing glasses in the kitchen of Vermilion.
They should have killed him.
The day before they met her, they would have. But something held them back. Maybe it was because she was so close by, in another room. They didn’t want to infect her with the blood they drew and yet that was who they were. That was who they had decided to be when they stayed and took over Antonio DeMarco’s legacy.
Fuck, she was making them soft. They couldn’t be known as the most successful, most lethal mafia unit if they went around sparing everyone’s life and making them work for free in the kitchens of the clubs they owned. They would be laughed out of their top spot.
She had to go.
And their one chance to get their vengeance on the piece of chicken shit, Morgan Jules who thought he could get away with stealing their money, she blew by warning him not to follow their instructions.
They had gotten lucky when their people discovered he had signed into one of his gaming profiles from a cell phone. The GPS had been scrambled—he was smart that way—but they’d had a cell number at least until he changed it again. It was enough to let him know they had Lorelei. Instead, she had begged him to give up the memory stick but not himself. That wasn’t going to work. They needed to make a proper example of Jules.
Now he was forced to... touch her. She had to know her place with them. They demanded obedience.
But fuck... touching her again...
