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I bunch his shirt in my fist again and pound on his chest lightly. “Just… don’t,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on his chest. I step backwards, my back colliding with Miles’ chest where I stay and look up at Raze. “I’m here to help you, apparently, not to be your third Playboy bunny in your mansion. I don’t know where your hands were earlier.” I pause and chuckle lightly. “Actually, I do. So just… don’t come near me in that way and I won’t try to run.”
“And our deal?” he asks, his eyes going from my mouth to my eyes.
“Until that. Which I’d prefer we get that part over with as soon as possible so I don’t have to think about it anymore.”
“Tomorrow?” he challenges with a smirk.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe, why?”
“Because I said so.” I pause. “Wait, you’re going to need to call a doctor or something. I’m not getting pregnant on my first time and that’d be my luck.”
He nods, smirking at Miles. “Call the doc.”
I turn, breaking eye contact with Raze and looking up into Miles’ eyes. Relaxing, I smile up at him and tap his chest. “I like those glasses on you.”
He laughs, hitching his thumb to himself. “Yeah?” With a chuckle, he pulls me under his arm. “Come on, puddin’. Let’s get you all ready to get sexed up.”
I laugh, shaking my head.
The rest of the night goes smoothly. Miles comes into my room after the doctor leaves. I complain about having to get a big needle injected into my butt for birth control. He brings in ice cream and we laugh while watching “Wrong Turn” one, two, and three, right up until headlights light up my room, showing Raze and his two Playboy bunnies getting home. Miles leaves quickly after that, going back to his room, and I fall asleep. At least there’s no dying chicken sounds coming out of Cassia’s room tonight; that is a bonus.
RAZE
“Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t decapitate you in this very spot and I’d speak fast if I were you because I’ve given out enough generous passes to last a life time.”
Miles throws his hands up in surrender. “Whoa! No, wait. It’s nothing, you know I bat for the other team.”
“No,” I begin, gripping the door handle. “You bat for both fucking teams, Miles. Don’t test me when it comes to her.”
He follows behind me as I walk down each step, the morning sun making its entrance. “I’m going through a guy phase right now so she’s safe.”
I pause, turning around to face him. “You so much as breathe in that girl’s direction in a seductive way, Miles, and I’ll cut your balls off and shove them so far up your ass you’ll be coming for weeks. Need your dick sucked? Go to Cassia. Stay the fuck away from Millie.”
I reach my Range Rover and pull the door open.
Miles pauses before recollecting himself. “Wait!” he yells. “Are you sharing Slut One?”
“To keep you away from Millie? Yes.”
He ponders on my suggestion before shrugging his shoulders. “She’s not my type though, Raze,” he complains like a toddler pissed that he didn’t get his favorite candy. “She’s nasty and fake and just… nasty.” His face scrunches in disgust as he shivers, creeped out by the mere thought of Cassia.
I chuckle. “Why the fuck do you think I don’t mind having to keep her, Miles? She’s nasty but she fucks dirty. Stay away from Millie, and you already know to stay the fuck away from Ella.” I slide into the backseat and slam the door. “Head to the base,” I order the driver.
The car moves forward and I fish out my phone.
We pull through the wired fence and toward my cabin. Jumping out, Kurr walks out of the main house and stalks towards me.
“Why are you in your mob suit? Get your fucking shit on. We have work to do.”
I turn, ignoring him, and walk towards my cabin. “Because I have a life outside this shit that I also have to run.”
“That might be right, Raze,” Kurr seethes and I know he’s about to lay the law down like he’s so fucking good at doing. “But in these gates, you’re the fucking Executioner. And you’ve been down on the executing lately, but that’s about to change, because I have a couple treats for you today.”
Walking into my cabin, I drop my gym bag to the floor. Cracking my knuckles, I begin unbuttoning my dress shirt. “Good, ‘cause I’m hungry.”
Kurr smirks. “That’s my boy.”
