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Finn stepped back amidst rubbing his reddened cheek, frowning at her. “I’m sorry, Samara. Orders are orders. I couldn’t—”
“It doesn’t matter,” she sternly cut him off. “We’re on the same side here, Finn.”
“We are,” he nodded in agreement. “And I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything to you as soon as I can, but for now, the two of you have to come with me. Uncle Xavier’s waiting for us in the basement.”
“What about the others?” I had to ask, still pissed that those bastards kidnapped me. What I really wanted was a minute alone with Isaac so I could jab him in the jaw and rub Kitten’s cum-stained panties in his face as payback for seducing my girl. Then again, given what I knew about Isaac’s reputation, it angered me even more to say that the fucker probably would’ve enjoyed it.
Yes, I was pissed Samara fucked him, but still, I meant what I said just moments ago when I was buried deep inside of her. It didn’t matter if he touched her. If any of them touched her. Kitten was mine first, and she’d always be mine. And if she wanted them too, well… It didn’t make me happy, but for her, I’d give her the goddamn universe if I could. Her happiness was the most important thing in the world to me. So, yes. I’d share her with them too, all three of them, but only if that’s whatshetruly desired.
“No. They left about five minutes ago.”
“Tell us the truth, Finn,” said Samara. “Are we in trouble?”
“With Uncle Xavier?” Finn shook his head. “No. He doesn’t mean you any harm. That, I can promise. The real problem here is Damien. All of us will be in a world of shit if he finds out we’re here. The sooner we get this over with and I get you two back where you need to be, the better.”
Fine by me.
“Sorry for the wait,” Xavier said as Samara and I stepped inside the basement, his lips curled like he was annoyed. “My little… chat with the boys took longer than I expected.”
“Do you want me to stay or wait outside in the car?” Finn asked him from the doorway.
“You can stay,” Xavier replied. “Samara, Jace. Care for a drink?”
Samara sprung from my side and made her way over to the luxurious bar ahead of us. She took it upon herself to walk behind it and browse the selections.
A moment later, she snagged a bottle of tequila, then planted her ass down on the closest barstool.
“Let’s cut the shit, shall we?” She chugged down three mouthfuls then slid the bottle away. “What do you want from us?”
Xavier didn’t answer at first. He just contently observed her as she got up and stalked over towards me and Finn, who was helping me down into the leather recliner. She sat down beside me on the armrest while Finn scampered off to stand beside Xavier.
“What I want,” he thickly replied, “is to help you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Kitten questioned with a cock of her head. “And why would you want to help us?”
“Let me be more precise here.”
Xavier whispered something to Finn, who quickly reached behind the bar and grabbed a glass and the closest bottle, pouring Xavier a drink. He took a long, deep swallow and passed his glass back to Finn before speaking again.
“My proposition is for you andonlyyou, Samara.”
Kitten and I shared a dubious look.
“Griffin here has given me a very thorough report of your…predicamentwith Damien Reyez,” he continued. “Let me first start off by saying that from the bottom of my heart, I’m truly sorry about what happened to you and your mother. I imagine that must’ve been a very difficult time for you.”
Kitten derisively snorted. “My mother was a drug addict who cared more about snorting shit up her nose than she did her own daughter’s safety and wellbeing. It wasn’t exactly a cakewalk, but I got by. What does that have to do with anything, anyway? Why bring that up?”
“Because one of the very things I take great pride in is my capability to help others who need it.”
Xavier paused then nudged his head at Finn. Wordlessly but cautiously, we watched as he rounded the bar and ducked down for a brief moment, standing tall a breath later with a large duffel in his hand.
“Inside that duffel is more than enough money to support all your needs.” Finn walked over to us and dropped it by the recliner, near my feet. My breath caught as I gaped down at the money filled damn near to the zipper. “There is also a passport and an ID with your new identity in there.”
“Wait a minute.” Samara got to her feet and eyed between the three of us, a mixture of fear and confusion warring it out on her pretty face. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“He’s offering you a wayout, Samara,” Finn replied, his words making my heart sputter hard in my chest. “A brand-new life where you can be free from Damien and the Outlaws, plus us Ravagers. You can finally get to live your life the way you deserve to live it. In peace. Happy. Just like Ginger.”
“This has got to be a joke, right?” she asked, her eyes wide in utter disbelief. “I-I mean, I was sent to kill your sons. Be Damien’s spy. Why-why would you—”
