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I expected her response to be drug dealer, friend, just about any answer other than that. This is obviously her biological mother because it sure as hell isn’t Mercy.
She gazes up at me, so lost. So fragile.
“You’re going to go home. You will tell your parents that it was all a big mistake.”
Ivy shakes her head, “I have to call the police.”
I wipe her tears with the pad of my thumb, “I’m going to take care of this, Princess. Go home for me, okay? And don’t tell anyone you were here tonight.”
Pulling out my phone I order an Uber for her. Again, she cries, “Nash you can’t. You’re on parole. You’ll be arrested.”
Kissing her forehead, I say, “I know, baby. I’ll be okay. I’ve been there before. It’ll be alright. Do this for me. Go.”
She sighs and climbs off my lap, “This isn’t right.”
“Be a good girl. Do as you’re told for once. And Princess, you are very much done with this drug bullshit. Do you understand?”
Ivy nods, “Yes, sir.”
Rising from the couch, I go over to her, placing my hands on either side of her face, and kiss her. If I’m going back to prison, I’m at least taking that much. I slide my tongue into her mouth, and she fucking sucks it. For someone so inexperienced, she kisses like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Turning my head to deepen our kiss, I take her mouth like I have a right to it. She grabs onto my hair, pulling, moaning, begging for more—perfect little minx.
When I pull back, she looks dazed, “Such a good girl. So beautiful. Go home now, Princess.”
She looks at me and then at her mother one last time and leaves.
Once she’s gone, I call 9-1-1.
I sit and wait for the police to come knowing full well I’m going to be arrested. There’s no way that won’t happen. I swore I wouldn’t do anything that would land me back in prison. And I didn’t. I don’t know why, but I have to protect her. Would she be arrested? Maybe. Maybe not. But I won’t have my dad look at her the way he looked at me. She’s under my skin. I will sacrifice myself for her. Ivy is like a poison infecting my veins—a drug stronger than any dose of heroin I’ve ever had. I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I knew she’d destroy me. I knew I’d let her.
The police show up, and I tell them I showed up and she was dead. When they asked how I knew her, I told them she was an old friend. They didn’t have trouble believing my story but informed me they had no choice but to arrest me for violating the terms of my parole. I understood I was not to be around drugs. There were enough drugs to kill that woman five times over. I didn’t argue with them because I know damn well, I’ve violated my parole.
After being drug tested, strip-searched, photographed, and fingerprinted, I have been gifted my one phone call—the one call I never wanted to make.
I dial the number and wait for him to answer, “Hello?”
“Dad it’s me. I was arrested.”
“What the fuck did you do, son?”
I sit at the desk of the cop who arrested me, “I went to see an old friend. She was dead from an overdose. I haven’t used.”
He growls, “I’ll find out if you have been using.”
Sighing loudly, I say, “I swear to you I haven’t. They drug tested me. I’m clean. I shouldn’t have been there, but I didn’t touch any of it.”
“Goddamn it, Nash! Against my better judgment, I’m calling a lawyer. You could go back to prison for a long time.”
“I know,” I say low.
He doesn’t say another word before he disconnects the call. My dad is pissed. I don’t blame him. But it’s better than being honest. The truth would break his heart all over again.
* * *
Spendingthree fucking days in county lockup when I had done nothing wrong, sucked. Of course, I could’ve cleared things up if I had told them, it was Ivy who had found her. There was no way I was going to give that information up. I never will.
Seventy-two hours gave me a lot of time to think. Most of it was spent thinking about her creamy skin, the scent of her body staying engrained in my mind, and the fucking taste of her pussy. What occupied my thoughts most is the soft little whimpers she made for me while she came on my face.Dirty little girl.It’s inevitable if she doesn’t tell me no, I’m going to fuck her. The thought of her screaming my name while I stretch her pussy drives me insane.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
