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So, for now, Journey will return home and continue living her life until she graduates. Or until my father gives me the go-ahead to take what I want.
"Boo! You're no fun! Ours!" Arrow grunts, burying his face into the crook of her neck. Breathing deeply, he savors the smell of our girl before he has to let her go.
"Yes. She's ours," I confirm, rubbing my chin. "She's ours, most definitely. But we have to appear like we're following the rules my father put in place."
My eyes dart to Shepp. ‘Keep your friends close…’ he signs.
"But your enemies closer," I confirm with a nod.
"Can't I hide her in my closet or something? I've had a taste, Jer. A big, long drink, and it was delicious. I need more. I'm addicted to Journey West." Arrow gives us his best puppy dog eyes while holding her close.
"Arrow," I sigh, feeling the agitation boiling under the surface. "You know we can't. If we could keep her, we would. You knew going into this that this was a sliver of the pie of our future. We wait…"
"We wait," he sighs, kissing her temple and stroking his hands over her bitten up breasts. "I know. These next few weeks will be torture…"
‘We need to focus on continuing to build our empire for her,’ Shepp signs, as his light eyes focus on our obsession with renewed vigor and determination.
"Yes. We've had a taste, and now, we need to prove ourselves worthy of her. When she steps in as our wife, she will never have to worry about anything again. Especially my father." I pace naked in front of them, my thoughts going wild about our future with Journey by our side. With talks of a new wife coming into the picture, my brain turns over our options. Something has to happen. Something drastic, and I have just the idea. "We'll start tripling our efforts and building our own army of faithful soldiers. We have a few men right now, but we need to go bigger and find more allies within the family who believe in us. Journey will be ours. We can’t let Chloe Satin anywhere near us.” Because knowing my father, he will most definitely screw us over somehow, and I need to be on my toes for when it happens.
‘We'll start working harder with the loans and poker games. Maybe expand our slot machines into Vegas and network our name instead of your father's empire while spreading seeds of doubt about Gabriel throughout the empire. Only making ourselves look good. So, everyone sees Gabriel for who he is—a scumbag. We need to gain the trust of everyone around us while simultaneously making them doubt Gabriel,’ Shepp signs in agreement.
Fucking Gabriel and his paranoid ass.
"Very soon, we'll have you with us, Little Kitten," Arrow coos, kissing her head again. "I'm going to continue my outreach confessional business." Right. Arrow and his good deeds.
For someone who was born a complete psycho, he cares about the people living on the streets and the downtrodden.Something he inherited from his father. Every Wednesday, he has meetings with people in need. Hell, sometimes they show up to Rave and beg us for help. As long as they have the proper coin, etched with a V, then we invite them in and help them with whatever they may need. Loans. Relocation. You name it, we’re there to help. For a price, of course.
And she will be with us soon. We'll prepare our kingdom for her. Then, we'll be ready for her whether she wants us or not.
‘Hopefully, something useful besides murder and knives?’ Shepp signs with his brows raised. Despite not using his voice to speak, the sarcasm flows off him in waves.
"Judgemental and rude," Arrow huffs, standing naked with Journey in his arms. “Those are my two favorite things, besides my Kitten here.”
I'm sure if we tried to steal her away now, we'd never be able to pluck her out of his hands. He's like a feral, possessive dog. Maybe tonight was a bad idea. I'm never going to be able to keep a handle on him.
Only three more weeks.
Then, she's ours.
Permanently.
No matter what she says.
Arrow doesn't say another word as he waltzes to the closet on the other side of the room. Throwing it open with Journey still in his arms, he rifles through it while whistling a tune.
"Well, lookie here," he says, throwing out a few shirts onto the king-sized bed. Then, he moves to the dresser and gathers a pair of sweatpants. "I'll dress you, Kitten," he coos at her gently, setting her unconscious body on the bed. "We'll always take care of you." Slowly, he lifts a shirt over her head and puts her arms through, covering the under corset and any exposed skin. Arrow hums to himself as he puts her feet through the baggy sweatpants and pulls them up until she’s dressed.
My eyes dart to Shepp, who furrows his brows. Something as simple as helping to dress her isn't in Arrow's normal wheelhouse. He's ruthless, a little out of his mind, and has no fucking limits. It seems we've found the perfect person to satisfy his urges and level him out.
Now, Journey is completely dressed in a stranger's clothes. Something I'm not exactly thrilled with. In fact, my fingers curl into a fist. If this was my room, she'd be draped in my clothes—or none at all—and no one else's. But we can't exactly drag her out of here in the nude. Then, we'd really have some murder on our hands.
I shake my head when the three of us get our clothes on and secure our masks over our faces once again. Arrow tilts his head, staring down at Journey as she rests fully clothed on the bed, and then, he scoops her into his arms and cradles her there.
"Okay, let's roll." He doesn't wait for us when he walks out the door or down the stairs. “We’re going to make a pit stop before the drug wears off, and then we’ll tuck her into bed real nice.”
‘Pit stop?’ Shepp signs, following after him.
“What do you mean pit stop?” I ask, following him down the empty stairs and into the equally empty mansion. It seems as if everyone has disappeared from the party. Except for a few stragglers passed out on the couches and party favors and drinks sprawled around on the floor.
