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Joey took Layne by the arm and escorted her to the door. “Get out of here before I realize how stupid of an idea this is.”
She started to make a move to open the door, and then paused and turned to look back at him. “Why are you let?—”
“Just go!” He barked at her and gave her a firm shove in the direction of the exit.
Moments later, she was in the black Challenger with tinted windows all around, the engine turning over with a roar, and the tires kicking up gravel as she got the hell out of dodge. All that was left was Joey standing there inside the building wondering how much he just fucked up.
When she was gone, he slammed his fist into the door in front of him multiple times as he yelled out in a fury of emotions. His hands then grabbed the metal chair she had been sitting in and threw it across the room. It gave a loud clatter as it crashed into the dusty desk in the corner. “Son of a bitch!”
His chest heaved up and down as the internal conflicts raged through his system. When he took jobs, he always completed them. There were never any complications, and Layne was one hell of a complication that resulted in him thinking with his dick instead of his head.
When Marco and Victor returned a little while later, he told them the fabrication of what had transpired in their absence. Joey reassured them that he would smooth things over with the big boss.
She sat in the driver’s seat of the Challenger, focused on the road in front of her and constantly checked all her mirrors in a stroke of paranoia that somebody was following her. Layne’s knuckles were turning white from gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel so tightly. When she finally arrived in a safer part of town, she parked the vehicle around the corner from her townhome.
Her house was such a sight for sore eyes after the culmination of events that had transpired that evening. This had not been on her top ten list of how she pictured spending the anniversary of her mother’s death.
Layne swiftly made it inside using the electronic pin pad to unlock the entrance, then immediately shut and locked the door behind her. Everything was quiet, except her thoughts. An overwhelming onslaught of thoughts and questions had been plaguing her mind the second she left the docks. Most importantly, why had he decided to let her go?
If what Joey had told her was true, those were Michael Franzetti’s men who attacked her in the parking garage. Franzetti and her father had never been able to see eye-to-eye with one another. Everything her father did, Franzetti either wanted to destroy it or one-up it.
It had only been in the past two years that things had settled down enough that they were able to come to some sort of arrangement to coexist. Franzetti had his defined territories in the city, and her father had his. Those boundaries were always respected by everyone on each side of the opposition. McGregor’s Pub and the parking garage should have been off-limits to them. Based on tonight’s turn of events, the respect for the O’Reilly territory had gone dry.
Layne was tapped out - physically and mentally. Her head was banged up, a small bruise was beginning to bloom on her cheekbone where Marco had struck her, and the adrenaline rushes had left her feeling entirely depleted.
Leaving the foyer, she began the slow ascent up to the second floor. After a quick shower to rinse off all the sweat and ick from her, she crawled into bed in nothing but a red camisole and panties.
There was just something about her bed that was sedative, feeling the pillow cradle her head and the blanket envelop her it wasn’t long before her eyes fluttered closed.
CHAPTER SIX
She rolled over onto her back, her room cast into pitch darkness. There was a heavy weight on her bed and a presence above her. Layne’s eyes opened groggily and she saw a male figure looming over her on all fours, hands on either side of her head and his knees between her bare thighs spreading them apart. The familiar and intoxicating scent of musky leather mixed with woodsy sage overwhelmed her senses.
A dark skull mask was concealing the man’s identity, but she had no doubts about whose identity it was attempting to conceal. Her hand reached up to touch his face and tug at the disguise, but his hand firmly took her wrist and pinned it above her head. His hips lowered between her legs and pressed against her center.
Layne’s lips parted slightly and a breathy moan slipped out as she felt his erection straining against his pants and pushing against her. His other hand ran up the front of her camisole, slowly grazing over her breast and right up to her throat where she hoped maybe it was going to stop. Instead, his hand continued to travel off to the side and under her head where he grabbed a handful of her thick tresses. The masked man tugged dominantly to force her head to tilt back and in turn caused the rest of her to arch up towards his body.
“Are you going to be a good girl and give me what I want?”
A swirling of desire and temptation rampaged deep down inside of her as he spoke with that dominating voice of his. Her body trembling with need under his touch. “Always.”
“Don’t lie to me, Layney.” His hips began to grind up against her with purpose and sinful intentions. The thin fabric of her panties were already damp with excitement.
She whimpered and moaned out in approval with each distinct movement he made. Her pleasure was swelling, her heart was racing, and her alarm clock was buzzing.
Everything faded from the deep recesses of her subconscious and soon she was staring up at her ceiling illuminated by the sunshine pouring in from the window off to her left.
Layne groaned in despair as she smacked the alarm clock until it shut up. She didn’t give a shit that it was almost ten in the morning. With conflicted feelings between her body and head, her hands covered up her face and tried to come to terms with all the feelings her dream had stirred up.
After a long, steamy shower with some desperately needed self-love compliments of her favorite rose-shaped toy to relieve the nagging desire between her legs, Layne got dressed and went downstairs to make herself a cup of coffee.
She opted for comfort today with just a pair of black leggings and an oversized long-sleeved shirt that sloped off her shoulder. Pouring the lifesaving freshly brewed caffeine into a mug with a splash of half-and-half, she attempted to clear her mind of everything and anything related to the night before.
She stood at the kitchen sink and slowly drank the piping hot goodness while gazing out the window in front of her to focus on what her next steps were today. Keeping herself busy was going to be key to easing back into routine.
“Did you really have to park the car on the street?” A voice unexpectedly broke the silence and caused her to nearly jump out of her skin.
The mug fell from her hand, crashing into the stainless steel sink and shattering into pieces. Layne spun around to see Joey standing there at the entranceway of her kitchen, leaning against the frame with both hands in his pockets. He was dressed in a pair of well-worn jeans and a grey t-shirt that emphasized just how much effort he put into working out.
