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"Well shit, son," the Texan drawled, sounding impressed. "Pretty as a peach and doubles as a bodyguard?" He blew out a whistle. "Hell, I don’t blame you for not wanting to share her."
Twisting around, Trig looked on as the two men from the meeting, who only moments ago had guns aimed at the back of his head, lay in a pool of blood on the floor. "Motherfucker!"
Meanwhile, Fabio watched on in silence, with an unreadable expression etched on his face.
Exhaling a relieved sigh, I returned Trigs guns to their holster and fell back on my elbows, position resumed. "Keep going." Blowing out a shaky breath, I rocked my hips against his. "I'm almost there."
* * *
All hell broke loose after that.
Members of The Order came thundering into the room, exclaiming that we had a traitor in our midst. When they noticed the lifeless corpses on the ground, they quickly set to work, obeying the orders being reeled off by a stoic looking Trig.
Fabio, along with the Texan, the other men from the meeting, and several of his armed guards, disappeared into his lair.
Choosing to remove myself from the mayhem, I wandered over to the liquor cabinet, thrilled that no one tried to stop me, and opened the glass cabinet door.
Naked as the day I was born, I trailed my finger over the countless bottles before selecting an expensive looking Russian Vodka.
Score.
Flicking the cap off the bottle, I poured myself the biggest glass I could and then slumped in a chair at the head of the table, taking everything in.
Laid out on part of the enormous table were countless documents and papers, several empty tumblers, a half empty bottle of whiskey, an ash tray, and Trig's weed tin.
Not bothering to ask for permission, I reached for the tin and snatched up the pre-rolled joint that was nestled inside. Putting it to my lips, I sparked up and took a deep hit, reveling in the burn in my lungs and the tingling dizziness that laid over my skin like a warm blanket of comfort.
Three hits later and I wasthere. I was back in my own mind, calm enough to be in the moment and not clam up in paralyzed fear.
With the joint balancing between my lips, I placed my hands on the cool leather armrests, nails biting into the expensive leather and allowed my mind to drift off, remembering what my own father had looked like when he sat at this table.
Did I look like him?
Did I drip power from my fingertips like he had?
From the way the men around me ignored my presence, I doubted it.
Still, I closed my eyes and took another deep hit, allowing myself to pretend for a moment that I was the queen of this castle and these men were my minions.
Women ruled the world and men bowed beneath us.
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Icould hear the soft feminine moans and deep male groaning noises coming from the other side of the door.
My blood ran cold in my veins.
I was attuned to the sound of sex.
To the sound of raw, animalistic fucking.
Danger was all around me.
Stepping foot inside that room meant almost certain death.
I would be falling on my own knife.
Still, I curled my fingers around the brass knob and pushed the door inwards.
