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Holy shit.
I slept the entire day away.
Bone weary, I flopped back down on his luxurious mattress and winced when my womb contracted tightly. Every part of my body ached andnotin a bad way.
I felt sated.
I felt stretched.
I felthungry.
The smell of sex was all around me, my thighs were sticky and damp, and the blood smeared across the bed sheets assured me that the events of last night were not a figment of my imagination.
Disgusted with my thoughts, I glared at the empty patch of mattress wherehehad laid beside me and bit back a sob.
Drowning in a world of corruption and gangsters, I buried my face in my pillow and allowed myself to freak out.
What are you doing, Ashton?
What are you doing, you crazy fucking girl?
You're in bed with the devil.
You're full of his seed.
Jesus Christ.
"El jefe dijo que necesitas tomar esto,"a deep male voice announced, disrupting my personal meltdown.
Panicked, I scrambled to drape the blood-stained sheets over my body and locked eyes on the huge, suit-clad man sitting in the armchair next to the door.
The black Glock resting on his thigh had my heart accelerating in my chest and my survival instincts on high alert.
Breathing labored, I let my gaze trail over his slicked back hair, his deeply tanned face and the jagged scar running down his left cheek, feeling a wave of recognition trickle through my mind.
"Patrice?" I frowned at Trig's righthand man.
A man I hadn't seen in two years.
Since that night.
Loyal to his brother-in-arms, Patrice and several of the younger members of Crellid's mob had left with Trig, willing to face the wrath of the king of the underworld in order to bleed with their prince.
I hadn't realized he was back in the area until now.
If he had followed Trig back into hell, then the rest of the army had, too.
What was left of them, at least.
"What are you doing in here?" Panicked as I was, I still spoke slowly, knowing that this man had a far weaker grasp on the English language than Trigger. "Why are youhere?" I gestured around us. "In this room with me?"
"I guard," he said in a heavily accented tone of voice.
"Guard me?" I felt faint. "From what?"
"Men no good at rules," he confirmed grimly. "Men fuck pussy." He sniffed and pointed at me. "Jefeno share pussy. So, I guard."
"Jefe?"Boss man."Oh, you mean Trig?" My brows shot up. "Trig sent you to guard me?"
