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So relieved to be back with Link, I thought he might take pity on my ordeal and let me go to sleep before he starts to interrogate me about what happened.
Yeah… I was wrong.
He doesn’t instruct his driver to head right home. As though desperate to just keep me in the sanctuary of the back seat of his blacked-out ride, he has me straddled over him, my arms wrapped around his neck.
It just felt natural to assume this position. Once he gave his driver the order to keep on driving until he’s ready to stop, Link lifted me on his lap. For the first few blocks, I was curled up against him, just enjoying the feel of his hard body beneath me, his heart beating against my boobs, but then I realized just how hard he was.
Reaching down, I stroked Link through his pants. Next thing I know, I’m lifting my ass off of him, helping him ease my jeans down past my ass. He groans when he sees that I didn’t wear panties today—that I’m ready for him, just the way he likes—and as he throws his head back, I work his zipper down.
There’s no need to undress him entirely. While I’m naked from the waist done, I only need his cock to be free. The second it is, I sink down on top of him, keeping him warm. Then, flicking the first few buttons on his shirt open, I lay my cheek against his chest for a moment, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine.
With his dick inside of me, keeping that connection and sending shivers of pleasure through me whenever the driver “accidentally” hits a pothole, Link strokes my neck possessively as he listens to me tell him everything that happened today.
I make a mistake. I start at my arrival at Louise’s Florals, take him through meeting Angela and Officer Burns, and how I ran into Bobby when I was planning on calling an Uber, before he drugged me, then ushered me in the car.
After I get a quick lecture that I should always,alwayscall Link’s driver if I need a ride, no matter what—that he echoes from the front seat because, yeah, he’s totally listening in our conversation—he spurs me to continue.
I can’t. Not yet.
“Are you mad at him?” I ask as Link switches to running his knuckle over the curve of my shoulder. The rest of him is still, as though he wants to keep from any movement that might make him come before we make it back to the house. “Bobby, I mean.”
Because he obviously knows the part that my old babysitter played in putting me right in Damien’s hands. True, I really was only leverage to get Link to agree to this truce of theirs and I never was in any real danger—especially since he removed all the rounds in his gun before he grabbed me, something that I’m not sure I’ll ever admit to Link—but the leader of the Libellula Family gave me a few more details on our ride over from the East End to the alley.
To get Link to agree to come, he told him that he had me, and that the reason he did was because of Bobby. At the time, I wasn’t so sure how Link would react, and… yeah. That’s a total lie.
I watched him shoot Twig. I heard the story of how he got his name.
That’s why I’m not even a little surprised by his answer.
“Bobby’s dead,” Link says flatly. “I spared the girl. I didn’t kill Damien. But Bobby’s dead.”
I leave it at that, continuing with my story because it’s exactly what I expected to hear. When I get to the point when I woke up to Heidi hovering over me, he mutters that he should’ve shot her, too, while he had the chance.
I’m kind of glad he didn’t. I mean, if I see her again, I’ll claw her fucking eyes out for her part in leading Link to think his only move was to put a gun beneath his chin, but she didn’t deserve to die for listening to the man she loved.
After that, I explain in more detail how Damien convinced me that a truce with the Sinners would help out my husband, and then spend the next five minutes chewing Link out for the stunt he pulled with his gun.
In between pressing kisses to my throat, my big brawler of a husband apologizes for the first time in our married life. He apologizes for scaring me, and for me being put into the position I was, all because I was his wife.
Of course, I cut him off right there. I told him in the alley how I was meant for him, and that wasn’t just a plea to get him to stop with the foolishness with his gun. Seeing him ready to end it at the idea that I might not be his wife any longer made me stop hiding behind the idea that it didn’t matterwhohe was married to.
But it did, and my jealousy turned into a possessiveness of my own. He’s mine, and if getting abducted by suave mobsters comes with the territory,fine. Next time, I’ll just make sure not to sneak out without a bodyguard…
Only one problem. Link’s not concerned aboutnexttime.
He wants to know aboutthistime.
And when I don’t immediately admit to the reason why I left the penthouse in the first place, he lays his hands on my hips, ready to lift me off of his dick.
I don’t want to go anywhere, and to stop him in his tracks, I blurt out, “I was jealous, okay?”
He slams me back down on top of him. “Jealous? Of fucking what? I told you, Ava… you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve done… everything Ido… it’s for you. I’m the one who’s jealous of any man who gets to look at your smile for the first time. Who gets to experience your laugh for the first time. Who gets to see the vision that is your ass from behind before I threaten to gouge out his eyes for looking at you… but what can you possibly be jealous of?”
When he puts it like that, it sounds so ridiculous. Link told me he would never lie to me, and I never doubted him. Why would I think that he’d suddenly want a mistress?
But I did, and burying my face in his thick throat again so he doesn’t see how embarrassed I am, I own it.
I thought he’d chuckle. If not that, maybe scoff.
