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"Isn't this against your precious code?" I choked out, forcing myself to not to flinch and cower away from him. "Preventing a claimed woman of conceiving? That's a big no-no, Patrice. You could be shanked for suggesting such treason."
Patrice shrugged, unfazed, and forced my mouth open. "I not make rules," he said before ramming the pill down my throat. "I not follow Crellid code." He clamped a hand over my mouth. "I followjefe." With his free hand, he pegged my nose, cutting off my air supply. "Now, take."
Defiant, I scratched and tore at his huge arms, resisting his overpowering until my vision blurred and I grew lightheaded.
It was no use.
I was no match for these men.
Feeling weak, demoralized, and desperate for air, I relented and swallowed, eyes watering from both my pain and temper.
Teary-eyed, I felt my shoulders sag in defeat as I nodded my submission.
"Buena niña," he said approvingly, releasing his hold on my face and stepping away from the bed. "Lo creas o no, esto es más para ti que para él. Es la forma del jefe de protegerte."
Gasping for air, I rubbed my tender throat as my brain hurried to translate his words.
Good girl. Believe it or not, this is more for you than it is for him. It’s the boss’s way of protecting you.
"His way ofprotectingme?" I cried. "His way of protecting me from what – him? Being raped?" I laughed humorlessly and wiped my tearstained cheeks. "Howgenerousof him. What's he going to do next? Send for the doctor and have me shot up like the whores?"
"He no rape you,señora," Patrice snapped back at me. "No rape."
"You weren'tthere." I glared at him. "You didn’tsee."
"I no need see," he shot back, tone hard. "Jefeno rape hisreina." He tapped his head. "I no need see to know truth." He placed his hand to his chest and stared hard at me. "Reinais heart ofJefe." His brows furrowed. "You –" he paused to point at me and then touch his own shoulder, "wound your king."
You did more than just wound him, Ashton.
You stabbed him…
"He deserved it," I strangled out guiltily.
"You no seeJefebefore," he urged, shaking his head. "Hombre locofor two years." He held up two fingers for emphasis. "NocorderitomakeJefe hombre loco."
Without me, Trigger was a crazy man? Is that what he was trying to tell me? "No, he's always been crazy." Scrambling off the bed, I kept the sheet wrapped tightly around my naked body as I side-stepped the huge gangster and hurried into the ensuite bathroom. "And I'm even crazier for not sticking that knife where I should have; in his cold, dead heart!"
I slammed the door in his face and turned the lock, unwilling to listen to another word.
Throwing off the bed sheet, I yanked the shower door open and climbed inside, blasting the water to full heat.
Shivering, I stepped under the jets and leaned against the blood-stained tiles.
Wrapping my arms around myself protectively, I desperately tried to get a handle on my emotions.
It was impossible with his smell all around me.
Withhimstill leaking from me.
Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t force Trigger from my thoughts.
Like a cruel twist of the knife, my heart decided to jump aboard the torment-Ashton train by forcing bittersweet memories to the surface...
"Ashton–" Trigger burst into my room, looking hella happy and hella high.
Ash-teen.
My heart.
