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“Don’t say that,” her voice trembles, forcing me to look up at her.
“Say what?”
“That you only want me for one thing.” She blinks and I notice the tears pricking her eyes.
I move up toward her and wrap a hand gently around her throat. “That’s not what I said. And you know that’s not true, Angel.”
She bites on her lip and it trembles. I have never seen this girl cry. Not even when she had a semi-automatic stuck in her face. Or when that Russian was about to murder her and she ended up covered in his blood. I could throttle Shane for pushing her away.
“You must know that I love you, Jessie?” I breathe.
She blinks at me. Shit. She didn’t know that. How the fuck could she not? The few seconds before she speaks again stretch out in an eternity as I wait for her to say what I need to hear. Fuck. What if I’ve read this completely wrong?
She reaches out her hand and rests it on my cheek. “I love you too,” she whispers, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding. She reaches between us and slides her hand into my sweatpants, pulling out my cock and rubbing the pad of her thumb over the tip as it pulses in her grip.
“You want that?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, please.” She smiles that incredible smile again as I pin her wrists to the bed on either side of her head before I slide myself deep inside her.
Chapter
Forty-Two
JESSIE
Pulling my hair out of my ponytail, I look in the mirror and watch as it falls over my shoulders in long, rolling waves. It hasn’t been this long for years. I always used to cut it short when I first escaped the Wolf. He would constantly tell me how much he loved my hair. Once I was convinced that he wasn’t coming looking for me, and I felt like I had changed enough from the seventeen-year-old girl he’d last seen, I let it grow again. I take hold of a small section and lift it to my face, inspecting the ends. It’s still in good condition, but I could do with a trim, and I need to speak to the brothers about making myself an appointment at a salon.
I can’t help smiling at my reflection and how much the twins love my long hair. Liam likes to curl it around his fingers and Mikey sometimes likes to brush it. It kind of reminds me of being a kid when my mom would sit and comb the tangles from my hair for hours. Conor and Shane seem to love it too, although thinking about what they do with it makes the heat sear between my thighs. Both of them have a habit of wrapping it around their fists, Conor to make me more compliant when he’s kissing me, and Shane when he fucks me from behind.
Conor eventually went to bed a few hours ago and I plan on joining him shortly, as he suggested. Although, just to sleep. I could do with catching up on some myself.
A loud knock makes me jump. “Yeah,” I shout and spin around as Shane opens the door. I haven’t seen him all day. I’ve been avoiding him. I suspect he’s been dodging me too, but I couldn’t give a shiny rat’s ass.
“What can I do for you, Shane?” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I have something to show you, Hacker,” he says and holds out his hand.
“I don’t have time right now.” I glance at my watch. “I was just going to have a soak in the tub and then head to bed.”
“I think it’s something you’ll be interested in,” he replies with that cocky smile of his that practically sets my panties on fire. “And you might want to put on some shoes.”
I sigh and roll my eyes, as though being in his company isn’t going to be excruciating no matter what we’re doing. He ignores the eye roll, which isn’t like him, and waits expectantly for me at the door while I slip my sneakers back on.
A few moments later, Shane and I are in the elevator headed to the basement. I stare at him, looking for clues as to where he’s taking me, but he avoids my gaze and suddenly I get a strange feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. Why won’t he look at me?
“Where are we going? Can I have a clue?”
“You’ll see soon. Stop being so impatient,” he snaps, still avoiding eye contact.
The elevator doors finally open and he steps out into the basement garage and walks toward a large Mercedes SUV. I follow him and we both stop in front of the car and I look around. It’s a beautiful car, but this garage is filled with incredible cars. If I was going to choose one to stand beside and admire, it would be the Bugatti Veyron or the Aston Martin Vulcan.
“What’s so special about this?” I ask him.
“It’s yours,” he says calmly and my heart almost stops beating in my chest.
“What? You’re giving me a car?” I frown at him. “What’s the catch?”
“Not just a car, Hacker. There are papers in the glove compartment, giving you a new identity. Social security number, passport, birth certificate – the works. And there’s a half a million dollars in the trunk too.”
