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I shook my head, and he didn’t budge as I pushed against him. The knife wound, the broken leg and ribs. Someone could have shot him. A completely new panic started clawing at me. This life, what he did, he could die. I could lose him. He’d been beaten and stabbed.
“I can’t breathe,” I said, looking into his eyes as they watched me.
“You don’t get to back out now,” he said gently. “We’ll go back to that bedroom, and I will give you mind-blowing orgasms until you’re clinging to me, begging me to never leave. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.” He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear.
“He’s not lying about being better. Five years ago, Wilder would have been dead,” Levi said from where he now sat on the sofa.
“Stop saying that,” I said, not wanting to think about death.
“Let’s go,” Gage said, placing his hand on my back and nudging me toward the bedroom.
“Why do you kill people?” I asked, fighting against him.
My uncle couldn’t have known this.
Gage held my face with both his hands. His thumb brushed against my skin. “It’s what we do if needed. Not for fun.”
“When … why is it needed?”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Many reasons. The family has to protect what’s ours.”
I closed my eyes. He made it hard to concentrate. “Gage, this doesn’t make sense.”
“We’re the Southern Mafia,” he whispered against my lips as if he were telling me something sweet. Then, he pressed another kiss against them before using his tongue to lick the swell of my top lip.
Mafia. There was a Southern Mafia? The Hugheses? That was why they were powerful? I let it slowly sink in and realized that it made sense. He was serious. And Uncle Neil had known about this.
“Let’s go back to your room.”
Panic and fear were starting to take over, and my eyes flew up to meet his. “Why? What are you going to do?”
“I’ll start with eating your sweet pussy again,” he said, placing a hand on my back and pressing me to move.
I stumbled forward.
“Then, I’ll fuck you until you know exactly who owns that pussy.”
“Gage, stop.”
“No,” he replied.
“I need a minute. To think about all this. Adjust to it.”
He stopped and pushed me against the wall. “You can’t do that with my head between your legs?”
I inhaled sharply, angry at myself for being turned on by that. “No,” I said, but it didn’t sound convincing.
He started pressing kisses all over my face. “I love how you taste,” he murmured. “I’m craving more.”
“Gage,” I said, placing both hands on his chest to push him back. “Look at me.”
His eyes were hooded as he stared down into mine.
“I just need to let it all sink in and find some sense in all this.”
“I won’t let you go,” he repeated.
I closed my eyes, wishing this weren’t a completely twisted mess. “I don’t want you to.”
