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“You know they pulled a body out of the Lock in Camden two days ago. He had some rather lovely knife work done before he took his last breath. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
I smile. “Oh, Smithy, you’re barking up the wrong tree if you think threatening me will earn you points.”
“I think you misunderstand. I’m not threatening you at all. I’m merely pointing out that your handy work is well known and maybe you need to be careful who you send a message to.”
“What the hell does that mean? Stop talking in fucking riddles. None of us have time for that shit right now.”
The front door crashes open before Smithy can reply, and not two seconds later I hear my name being hollered from the hallway.
“Zak! Zak!”
It’s Roxy but I wasn’t expecting her this quick. The bullet only grazed her arm, but it took a far sized chunk of flesh off with it and needs stitches at the very least. Smithy and I share a similar look, and it only confirms that he knows Rox well.
“Someone refused to go to the hospital,” Smithy mutters, as I step past him and exit the office.
“Of course, she did,” I grumble, coming to a halt as I come face to face with Rox, her arm still bleeding, and just behind her is Mitch. He’s still breathing and uninjured, so that’s a good sign. She steps forward, placing her hands on my chest and forcing me back into the office.
“Give us a minute,” she calls to Mitch and Smithy and slams the door shut in their faces.
“Rox, what’s going on?” She doesn’t answer, just keeps pushing me further into the room until I reach the desk. The dressing I had put on her arm is soaked through with blood and she looks a little pale, but there’s an urgency about her, and I’m not sure why. “Rox, hey, what’s the matter? Are you okay? Apart from your arm, which you need to get looked at by the way.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re as bad a Kavanagh and Mitch. But listen to me, does Rogers know who Star is? Like does he know she’s his…”
“Half-sister? Yes, he does.”
“How long has he known, Zak?” It’s my turn to pause now. This was meant to be a conversation for the three of us, but it looks like it’s just me and Rox. “Zak?”
“The night your mum died, and Star went missing.” She lets out a soft gasp, and whatever it is that made her ask has obviously been answered. “What is it, Rox? What are you thinking?”
“And you knew too?” Her face hardens, twisting into a scowl.
“No, not about Star, not then. We didn’t know until four years ago. Around the time we fell out with Theo,” I tell her, hoping that she’ll catch on.
“I know it was him, Zak. I know he killed my mother. But you already knew that. But do you know what he did?” She grips the front of my shirt, pulling the two of us closer. “He…oh god, I can’t, Zak. Fuck.” I watch silently as she tries to get the words out. “That night…took her and”—I grip her face in my hands, making her look at me and letting her know that I’ve got her—“he sold her. Sold her like a piece of fucking meat, Zak. For men to…sickos to…” Her grip tightens again as her head drops, and I hear the distinct sound of fabric tearing.
“Hey, stop. Rox, she’s here and she’s well. I’m not saying there aren’t scars, but don’t torture yourself over what ifs. Nothing good can come of that.” I’m still holding her face, and as I lift her head so she’s looking in my eyes again, I pull her forward, closing the last fraction of space between us and letting my lips meet hers. It feels like fucking heaven to be kissing her again, but I keep my desire in check knowing that now isn’t a good time.
“Did you mean what you said?” she asks against my mouth, her hot breath fanning across my face.
It takes me a minute to catch up with her question. “Yes, I meant it. It’s always been you, Rox.”
This time it’s her that steals the kiss. At first, it’s tentative and light then becomes more demanding. I don’t question her or what she needs. Not going to lie, I need this too. It’s been hell trying to hide how much her being gone has hurt. I need to feel her, touch her and know she’s here and she’s real.
Her hand reaches for the button on my trousers, popping it free easily then slipping her hand inside to wrap her delicate fingers around my cock. It throbs in her hand, and I can’t help the growl that rumbles up my chest.
“Fuck, Rox!” I grip her face and take her lips in a hard kiss. This is not what I had planned for our reunion, and just as if fate is intervening, there’s a knock at the door, and Mitch’s voice comes through to say that the doctor is here.
Rox breaks the kiss and lets out a sigh, but her grip on my cock remains, tightening for a second.
“Doctor?” I query through a groan, nipping at her jaw as she expertly gives my dick a hard tug before curling her hand over the crown when she reaches the top.
“He can wait,” she says, still working my dick then releasing me to tug at my shirt. She winces as she moves her left arm and that’s enough for me to know we need to stop.
“Rox—”
“Don’t fucking say it, Zak. I need this right now.” It’s a demand but there’s a plea in there too.
Leaning in close to her mouth, I whisper, “I’ll give you what you want, but then you’ll get that arm sorted and later, I’ll own your body.” Her eyes light with unreserved desire, and she nods.
