Shawn, may he rot in fucking hell, didn’t last a month in jail. He made enemies quickly, and one beautiful morning, his body was found in his cell.
I took Emmy out to dinner that night to celebrate. Well, she didn’t know that was why, but I did. It felt fucking good to know that, while I was taking my girl to dinner, her laughter and smiles warming my heart, the bastard who’d tried to take her from me was rotting six feet deep.
Her parents took a little more time. She doesn’t talk about them and I know it’s all part of her one-step-forward-without-looking-back approach, but not me. Hell fucking no. I wasn’t going to sit back and let them continue to live some twisted life. They needed to pay for what they had done to her. So she might not have talked—but I did.
It took four months after we left for all of my planning to come to fruition. That club had to go first. It really was a shame that a homeless man happened to throw his cigarette next to the building when a pile of gasoline-soaked rags had been carelessly thrown there.
With Syn gone, it was only a matter of time.
I didn’t think they would last that long without their moneymaker, but it was two weeks before I was able to get them for prostitution of minors. I can rest easy knowing that there isn’t a chance in hell they’ll touch my girl now.
When I asked her the other night if she wanted to talk about them, she simply said no. She only wanted to know one thing—if they could get to her again. I gave her one hell of a kiss and reassured her that they would never be able to touch any part of her life again. She doesn’t want details, but I know she feels the relief of knowing that.
With her family taken care of, all that is left is mine. I just hope that I can feel the same satisfaction as I do now when we fly out of here tomorrow night.
The drive to the hotel doesn’t take long. My family’s estate is about thirty minutes away. I’m close enough that it won’t take long to get there but far enough away that I can’t feel their vile vortex sucking me in. Fuck, my skin is still crawling.
I drop our shared suitcase on the floor and turn to where she’s putting her purse down and checking her phone. She’s been texting Melissa since we landed to keep her updated. She asked me if she could tell her what wouldn’t break my trust but enough that she could have someone to be there to confide in. I don’t want her to feel like she has to keep this all in and on herself. The guys all know, so even though I didn’t want Melissa to know just how fucked up my life was, I agreed that she needed someone to talk to about it all. Especially knowing that this weekend is most likely going to be one big fuck-up.
I hear her toss her phone on the table and look up to see her full lips smirking at me. Her hands fisted at her hips and pure mischief is in her eyes.
“So…how about you stop standing there worrying like an old lady and come fuck your woman.”
God, I love this girl.
“You getting sassy with me, Emersyn?” I question while stalking over to where she’s standing.
She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she stands up straighter and raises her eyebrows.
“Oh, I’m sassing you all right. Planning on doing something about it? Or maybe I need to just go take a nice, long bath and take care of myself?”
“Like fucking hell,” I grumble. Then I bend, grasp her hips, and toss her onto the bed.
She laughs before snapping her mouth shut when she sees my eyes.
“You want me to fuck you?”
She nods, licking her lips.
“You want me to pink your sweet ass?”
Her eyes go bright with lust and she nods again.
“And what if I refuse?”
“You wouldn’t,” she gasps, rolling and coming up on her knees. “Well, then, I will go take a nice. Long. Shower!”
“Oh I damn well would if you think you can still threaten to take your pussy from me.”
“Oh come on, Mad! I was just joking!”
I slowly pull my belt from my jeans. Her eyes shoot down and widen. My lips turn up when I see the desire—the craving—taking hold of her. Walking over to the edge of the bed, I bend the belt and slap it against my palm. She jumps at the sound and gulps.
“You need to stop threatening to take that sweet pussy from me, Em. I don’t like thinking about not having your sweet juices coating my cock or running down my chin when I eat you. I don’t like the thought of my fingers not fucking you hard while you beg for my cock. So let me ask you again… If I refuse?”
She whimpers.
“Emersyn. If I refuse to fuck you?”