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I’m offering you forty thousand dollars, and I’ll take care of this bastard. That’s more than most people get, Scarlet.
I’ve been hurt too many times to give you my address,she texts.Anyway, I don’t think we’ll be staying there much longer.
I shake my head slowly. My woman’s thoughts must be all over the place. She’s suspicious of me but also telling me she might be moving soon. Then that would give me a time incentive to get there faster if Iwasworking with Russel. Or maybe that’s what she wants. She wants to see if I’ll rush over there, intent on hurting her.
But what then? She needs somebody to protect her. She needs her man. She needsme.
Running without any money isn’t a good idea. You wrote that note for a reason. You want my help. I need something in return.
She doesn’t respond right away. I tap my foot impatiently, rereading her text. She’s been hurt too many times. By who? By her dad? She said it’s a routine, his get-rich-quick schemes, the debt. That would be a good story for a con artist, a way to play on my emotions, but how would she know I have feelings for her?
I have to talk to my mom about this,she texts.I owe her that much.
You at least need to let me put some protection on your house. That comes with no strings attached.
She doesn’t reply. I wait ten minutes, pacing, and then text her again.Scarlet?
The message doesn’t show thedeliveredstatus like the others, justsent. That means she’s turned her phone off, or the battery’s died. Goddamn it. I grab my bag and head for the door, already making a call. It’ll be tricky if she’s moved so much, but I should be able to get her location, maybe through her work.
Yet, I don’t know the lay of the land. If Russel did arrange the restaurant, maybe he knows people there. Maybe he’ll hear I’m sneaking around. Too much of this is based on assumption. I’ll have to hire somebody discrete. It may take more time, but I can’t risk my Scarlet.
* * *
Sleep is usually a matter of passing out from sheer exhaustion for me. I’ll work or work out and then collapse into bed, and then, what feels like a moment later, I’ll snap my eyes open. It’s already almost three a.m. If I didn’t need sleep, I wouldn’t give a damn. I’d just get up and keep working, but it affects the mind too much. I need mine sharp.
Closing my eyes tighter, I turn over, move my hand across the mattress, and imagine my woman there. I could hold her, pull her against me, drive my manhood against her plump ass. I’d feel her heat through her panties as I shift back and forth, slip my hand around her, and slide it down toward her heat. Then I’d start rubbing her clit, kissing her neck, biting her softly at first, at least. I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.
Soon, I’d start biting with more passion. I’d let her feel the hunger bursting through me. It’s a fire I’ve never felt before. Maybe I’ve feltsomepassion in the heat of a gunfight, but not like this. Even when it’s life or death, I’ve never experienced this urgency.
I can taste her skin in the fantasy. Slipping my hand down my body, I grab hold of my cock and start stroking up and down, from base to tip, spreading warm precome over my length. My balls ache when I imagine the wetness coming from her horny slit instead.
“Turn over,”I growl in the vivid fantasy.
I imagine my woman rolling over, the sheets shifting around her curviness. My hand moves quicker on my cock as I mentally strip her clothes off, revealing her perfect body. I’d climb on top of her, panting like a beast, far less controlled than I’d ever been before. Even as a kid, I was withdrawn, stoic, and calm.
But not with Scarlet. She makes me burn as hot red as her name. Leaning up, I’d look down to get a proper look at her, her body on display. Just for me.Onlyfor me. Nobody else gets to touch her—nobody. Hell, I’d kill any bastard whotried.
“You’re going to take every fucking inch. Tell me why.”
She opens her pretty mouth, her wide eyes gazing lust-filled up at me, her chest rising and falling, causing her round, luscious tits to shift at the same time.“Because I’m yours. Only yours…”
I bite down, panting heavily, stroking my hand up and down, up and down, so damn quickly. The end of my cock throbs as the seed rushes up my shaft, but there’s a sour note to it, too. My seed belongs in her. It belongs in her body where it can be of some goddamn use.
A trembling groan escapes me as the seed erupts all over my abs. I gasp, locked in the fantasy, seeing my woman bouncing in time with my thrusts. Her whole body would shiver for me. Her gorgeous thickness would bounce. Leaning down, I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking her toward the end.
Then the fantasy fades away, draining like my manhood. I’m left with come all over my stomach, causing the sheets to stick to me. The room feels far colder and emptier than usual. My life is hollow without her—without the woman I mettonight. It’s not like I’ve even had a real conversation with her. She could be trying to con me. These are all good reasons to go through with it and delete her number as planned, but I can’t.
Checking my phone, I see the status of my message is stillsent, notdelivered. I shouldn’t give a damn. I need to worry about my family, abouttheFamily. Yet, no matter how hard I try, I can’t get Scarlet out of my head.
Pushing the sheets aside, I stand, walking toward the ensuite. I need to get cleaned up.
CHAPTER7
Scarlet
I sit on the edge of my bed, looking over at my phone, charging on the floor. The battery died when I was at the restaurant, mid-conversation with Elio. I shouldn’t be speaking with him, anyway, especially if the crazy hunch I have is true, and he was eating dinner with the loan shark—all smiling, sharing champagne, toasting to some criminal success.
It’s the middle of the night. I’ve worked over twelve hours. I should be tired enough to close my eyes and sink into welcome oblivion, but I can’t even think about sleep while knowing that Elio might’ve texted me. There’s also the fact that any second, somebody could kick down the door, charge in here, and hurt me to make me pay.
