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follow Miles when Raze’s hand catches mine and he pulls me back against his chest. His hand sprawls out over my stomach. “What? You don’t want me to touch her again? Fine. Deal.
But you are never to even so much as lay a sexy eye on Miles, Millie.”
“Until we’re done here?” I answer. “Fine by me. Now let me go. I need chicken nuggets.”
RAZE
I had waited until Millie went back downstairs before I walked towards my room and up into the shower. That wasn’t the plan. Cassia had worked her bullshit again, playing the only card she had against me. She expected Millie to get jealous and hurt and probably have Millie thinking that Cassia has won, but she wasn’t expecting Millie to flip the script on her the way she did.
As much as it fucking ate me alive to see Miles all over Millie, I trust him. He’s basically the only family I’ve ever had, so our bond is strong enough to get through whatever bullshit—woman and all —but I’d kill him before I let him touch her again.
Did I enjoy the fact that she needed me to come? Yeah, fuck yeah I did. I know every single inch of that girl’s body and I plan to be the only man to know every single inch of it.
I get out of the shower and throw on some gym shorts before going back downstairs. I need to have a chat with Millie. An actual talk. I know that not a lot resonates with her right now because of her internal struggle, but I need to get some shit straight with her too. I know she has questions, questions she deserves answers to, so I’ll lay out what I can to her. Throwing on a casual white shirt and some Nike Air Maxes, I walk into the kitchen to find her and Miles laughing at the table.
“Oh, not awkward at all, then.” I roll my eyes, opening the drawer where my keys are.
Millie chuckles. “No, why would it be? Miles didn’t do anything any of you or your masked men hadn’t done to me before.”
Images of me bending her over my lap and spanking her until her ass was at the seams of being split flash through my brain and I grin slightly, pulling the keys out and slamming the drawer closed.
Dangling the keys in the air, I nudge my head. “Come on.”
She stands from her chair. “Where are we going?”
“To get your nuggets, and no Miles, you’re not coming.” I walk towards her and grab her warm hand.
Miles’ mouth pops open in shock. “Wow, never thought I’d see the day Raze the executioner was driving a chick to get chicken nuggets.”
I flip him off on our way out the door. “Fuck you.”
Taking her hand, I lace my fingers through hers and pull her outside and toward my gloss black Ferrari Novitec F12 Berlinetta. It’s one of the three vehicles I own, the other two being a Range Rover and a Rolls Royce Phantom, all of them dipped in gloss black.
“Wow. Who are you again?” she asks, her eyes running over the Ferrari’s sharp curves.
I laugh, popping the locks and slipping into the driver’s seat. “I’m God, that’s who.”
She thinks I’m joking. It’s cute.
As she buckles her seatbelt, I pause, watching her closely. I’ve found myself doing it a lot with her. I’d never cared to take a moment to look at a woman before, and I mean really look at her, but I do it with Millie. She smiles, and it’s not one of her latest psychotic smiles that she makes which has me thinking Harley Quinn is living inside of her head, but a genuine smile, and fuck me if it doesn’t halt everything else that’s going on in the world.
My eyes drop to her lips and her smile stops.
“Raze?”
“Hmm?” I ask, bringing my eyes back to hers.
She giggles. “Nuggets?” She’s cute as fuck, and right now, I don’t feel like setting her free anytime soon.
New plan: drag out the old plan as long as I can.
I pull us out of my driveway and begin driving towards the furthest McDonald’s there is. “So, nuggets?” I ask with a smile, shifting down to third gear and flooring it onto the highway.
“Yep, nuggets.”
She’s silent and I hate it. I’m not sure she trusts me—at least not like how she trusts Miles, and I want to kill him for earning that spot with her. The rational part of me gets it and that part isn’t very big. When she came into the dungeon, she was fragile, innocent, naïve, and like a scared little puppy that had been ripped from his happy family home and thrown into the slums. She had a sweet innocence about her that called to my dark side like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Now she’s not exactly that same person. She still holds the same attributes she held in the dungeon—well, from what I can tell. But now she’s just plain crazy and it’s no one else’s fault but my own. Crazy fits me better anyway because crazy people fuck better.
“So Beast is your brother? Does he know this?” she asks, her eyes watching the zipping trees pass on the highway.
