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The sadness in his eyes was… chilling. “No, my brother.”
My dear friend was the one to have to give me the details Pops and Dag had learned from Elle—the woman I was going to treasure, always. He was as brave as he was loyal to me.
A sex slave. “I will fucking kill him.”
“Yeah, figured as much.”
When he stared at his boots, my stomach curdled. “What?”
“My brother, your pops and Dag suspect…”
I growled, “Say it.”
He exhaled an apology then told me, “Before Lorenzo, her dad may have got his hands on her, incest-like.”
My jaw shifted to the right so hard, I felt my neck muscles strain.
He patted my chest. “She ain’t with the sick bastards no more. She’s with you now.”
I did my best to take a deep breath.
Pleased, Vice rustled my hair. “Plus, the old coots are questioning the accent she uses every now and then.”
I nodded. “When she’s mad.”
“They’re still trying to spell ‘id-jet’ to search what it means.
Not having time to release my growing hatred for Lorenzo and her father before the water stopped running, I heard shower curtain rings scrape over a metal rod. Knowing I’d see that beauty any minute, I watched the door again. “It doesn’t matter what they did to her. I care for her just the same.”
Vice started backing away. “Knew you would.”
I waited for that bathroom door to open, so hungry to see her. “Vice, my life will never be the same.”
“That’s because it isn’t supposed to be, my friend.” At the open doorway of the bedroom, his tone lightened considerably. “Looks like it’s time for a ‘property of’ vest.” Closing the door to give me and Elle privacy, he teased, “Not that you’ll have any success in getting that feisty one to wear it.”
Did I mention how wise this man was? Thoughts of Lorenzo and her dad faded as visions of Elle in a Property of Lynx cut took over. Completely!
I started getting hard just imagining her refusing my cut and me tanning her naked ass over it. I was confident that under all those fancy clothes was a body to devour, but shockingly, I didn’t care. And that was a first for this man-whore.
Elle quietly opened the door and was tiptoeing until she noticed me watching her. “Oh. I thought you would be sleeping by now.”
“No. I’m waiting for you.”
Sleep-deprived, her hair damp from her shower, there wasn’t an ounce of makeup on, no gold hanging, nor fancy clothes. Her raw form was even more gorgeous than I could have ever imagined.
I had planned on asking her what ‘id-jet’ meant but was now preoccupied.
“You need sleep.” Wrapped in her towel, she smirked. “You always going to be such a pain in my ass?”
Another image of me whacking her naked butt for disobeying entered my mind. “Somethin’ like that.”
Her lips pursed as she glared at me.
Too soon? Not able to break my smile, or the need to touch her perfection, I figured covering her was best. I head-gestured. “There are clothes on that chair.”
Unexpected innocence beamed from the woman who was just sexy as fuck. “Pajamas?”
Confused about why PJs could bring her such joy, I admitted, “I… I’m not sure.”
