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Brown eyes flicked up to mine. “No.”
Chapter2
RAMSEY
My fingers drifted over my neck as I admired the red marks left behind by Foxyn’s hands. Zaps of need ignited, and I forced myself to stop touching myself.
He’s just as rough as I remember.Even now, his touch set me ablaze. It took everything I had not to throw myself into his arms. I closed my eyes and groaned as I pictured Foxyn’s bare chest. His muscle definition was insane. Each piece of him was etched to perfection. My mouth watered at the idea of running my tongue over every ridge and dipping into the creases.
My alarm went off and dragged me out of my lustful thoughts. I left the dorm room I’d commandeered and headed toward the library. Finding the right table was easy. I ensured to scatter books and notebooks about, making it look as if I was studying.
To have him all to myself, I needed to ruin what he had right now. Foxyn wasn’t the kind of guy to be tied down by anyone, but he currently had three fuck buddies on his roster. They needed to go and any others frothing at the mouth to get to what was mine. Killing them would be the easiest route.
Death was something I was accustomed to now. Blood and screams had become somewhat of a hobby of mine. I by no means had any desire to take part in the family business. My uncle sending me to Italy to learn was probably the best thing that had happened to me.
“Did you see it?” Mel Grand said.
He was recently in Foxyn’s bed. Just thinking about him riding Foxyn’s cock made me see red. Pain radiated from the palm of my hand up my arm, and I forced myself to relax.
Soon.I pretended to read a book only a table away in the library. The floor was mainly empty except for Mel and his friends.
“Show us, come on,” one of the girls squealed.
Mel looked around nervously before pulling out his phone and showing the girls something on the screen.
“Fuck, Mel. Tell me that thing didn’t go inside of you.” The girl close to him hit Mel in the arm as she gawked at the picture on his phone. “It’s monster-sized. I’d heard rumors, but holy crap! There is no way I’d let Foxyn fuck me with that thing.”
My back stiffened as I realized exactly what they were looking at. Curiosity and anger twisted inside me, turning into a beast of rage that threatened to tear me apart from the inside out. I stood before I did something rash, like kill all of them. I stepped outside with a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. A nasty habit I’d picked up while in Italy. I didn’t see myself stopping anytime soon, though.
The first inhale of smoke did little to quiet the daunting jealousy that made me feel out of sorts. I yanked my phone out of my pocket. The best way to go about this was to ask for advice. My cousin Elio answered on the first ring, surprising since I heard he had three men entertaining him lately.
“What?”
“Quick question. Male, twenty, soccer player at SSAU. How much cover-up can I afford if something happened?”
“Don’t be stupid. Too many eyes,” Elio pointed out.
Yeah, I figured. However, knowing that didn’t make me want to kill Mel Grand any less.
“What are some alternatives?”
Elio was silent. I’d hoped he could give me something. He was the enforcer in my family and, by far, one of the most ruthless people I knew. I received personal lessons from him a few times while I was away, and they were some of the bloodiest I’d been forced to witness.
“You said you wouldn’t have anything to do with the family. Personal shit makes for sloppy work,” Elio said.
“He’s touched what’s mine.” Before my cousin could question me, I continued to talk. “What if some guy had one of your boys and not only that but shared pictures of their cocks with everyone?”
There was an audible crack through the phone before the line went dead. I pulled it away from my face and stared at it. “Might have gone a little too far with the what if.”
Killing them was out of the question. I could find other ways to ensure no one else approached Foxyn Adams.
Time was on my side. As every single one of Mel’s friends left, he stayed behind. I waited. If there was one thing I had, it was patience. When he stood and headed toward the exit, I followed a few steps behind.
My eyes locked in on my target. I barely contained myself. The stagnant Arizona air hit me in the face, and I relaxed a bit. The parking lot was practically empty, and I’d already taken care of the library cameras a few days prior.
Everything was going according to plan. I slipped behind Mel, who was none the wiser. He opened his car door. I took that moment to grab the back of his head and slammed it against the heated metal. The bang rang out in the open, and Mel dropped to the ground.
I opened the rear door and dragged him into the backseat. Working fast, tied his wrists and ankles with practiced ease and jumped in his car’s front seat. I hit the ignition, and some pop song blared through the speakers.
