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“You could have put it on speaker, you know.”
“Next time,” I tell him, before recanting everything my brother went over. My hand lands on the handle to get out, but the back doors open before I can. Cole climbs in the very back, while Grayson and Jasper sit in the middle.
Grayson leans between the seats and pecks me on the lips. “Hey there, cherry pie. I missed you.”
“I bet you did, turnip,” I tease, before asking them, “What are you guys doing here? I was about to come get you.”
“We know, Little Bird.” Jasper squeezes my shoulder. “You seem to be having a hard time getting used to the idea that we know everything about your life.”
“Ravenmaster is always watching, Luv. Or did you forget?” Cole gives me an adorable smirk. “I sent the directions to the nav system already. Enzo and his boys must have driven like bats out of hell with how quickly they got there. And I already have an idea of what fun we can have today. Well, really, tonight. We need the cover of night to maximize the fear factor.”
We climb from the vehicle, and I’m greeted by a warm breeze. Light from the inside of the SUV casts a glow into the night, but the moon shining above us makes it more than easy to see the landscape around us.
The constant buzz of bugs singing is joined by a thumping sound coming from the sex club manager. Jasper opens the hatch of the SUV where a box holds the man we picked up from Enzo. We had to force him in there with his knees bent to his chest and head tucked down. I’m sure by now it’s hard to breathe since there’s only a small hole drilled in the lid to allow air in. That’s assuming he wasn’t already hyperventilating knowing what’s to come.
We put the third row of seats down to fit the box in the back, that meant Cole moved to the front and I got to sit between Grayson and Jasper. The last part of our drive was a bumpy dirt road, meaning there was a living maraca in the back.
“I’m not responsible if another New Yorker pisses their pants,” I claim, crossing my arms. It’s part of why we stuffed him in the box—not wanting to risk another mess.
Jasper grips the handle on the end of the box and swings it around, then uses both arms to yank him out of the vehicle so he lands on the ground with a thud and a muffled scream through the wood.
Cole sits on the back of the SUV and positions me to stand between his legs so my back is pressed against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and his chin rests on my shoulder. “We’re going to have so much fun, aren’t we, Luv?”
The rest of my men stand around the box, and Jasper flips the latch holding it closed. He slowly lifts the lid, and Vander aims his gun at the man. My cheeks heat thinking about him fucking me with it, how the cold metal felt so good thrusting into me while he was trying to suck my soul from my body with his kisses.
A kick to the side of the box brings my thoughts back to the task at hand. I spot Grayson lowering his foot to the ground, and I can’t help the flutter in my stomach seeing him being as involved as the rest of us. I’ve corrupted my golden boy.
“Get up,” Jasper commands.
The man jumps at the harsh bite to his words and falls out of the box when his legs won’t hold his weight. He crawls a few paces before shooting to his feet and making a run for it. His steps are still wobbly and uncoordinated from being cramped for so long, but I bet he feels like he’s making a valiant effort. Too bad it’s pathetic.
Grayson puts a quick end to that when the manager tries to run past him. My handsome man sticks out his arm and clotheslines the fucker right in the throat. The man falls back with his arms flailing in the air before the ground knocks the breath out of him. Grayson smirks and gives me a wink when he finds me watching. The whole thing brings a smile to my face.
“It’s rude to run from us like that,” Cole says. “Especially when we’re fixing to give you a chance to win your freedom.”
The man flips over and kneels. “Please, please, please,” he begs with his hands held in a prayer position. “I want to go home. I’ll do anything.”
“Good!” I clap my hands together in excitement. “You can play our game.” Cole’s overly happy behavior is rubbing off on me. His energy is feeding mine, and I’m starting to think he might be crazier than me.
I step away from Cole’s hold, picking up the rope from the bag of toys we brought. Handing it to Jasper, I put my hands on my knees, leaning forward like I’m talking to a child. “We’re going to tie your hands behind your back and put a blindfold on you. About a mile that way,” I point a finger in the correct direction, “is where your finish line is. If you make it past that line, we’ll stop chasing you. But if we catch you before then…” I draw a finger across my throat.
His eyes go wide, and I see the thought of trying to bolt flint through his mind again. But Jasper is already tying his hands behind his back. I walk up to Vander, who’s still wearing his mafia man suit, and lick the barrel of his gun, then slide my hands up his chest. His eyes are on me now, even if he keeps the gun trained on our prey.
“So fucking sexy. You’re already wanting me to use my gun again, aren’t you?” he accuses.
“Maybe. Or perhaps it’s really your knife that I’m daydreaming about.” I bite my lower lip, the tease backfiring on me, making me wish he’d use it again, but this time when I can watch him make me bleed.
“Goddamn cocktease,” he growls, fisting my hair and pulling me in for a kiss. I whimper into his mouth, feeling like a fool for making the sound, but the man turns me into mush with his lips.
“Save some for the rest of us,” Jasper calls out.
Vander smiles against my lips. He’s been a completely different man since he snapped. And if I’m honest with myself, his confession of fucking me with the knife went a long way to proving he doesn’t want to keep secrets anymore.
“I need this.” Undoing his tie, I slip it from around his neck. “Thanks, Van.”
His hand whips out and grabs my wrist before I can step away. “No, Reginetta. If you want to give me a nickname, I must insist on it being Vanner.”
My brows pinch together with the intensity behind his words. Such an odd request. Vanner? It does roll off the tongue smoothly. I might use it…
