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But this is different.
“Upper or lower back?” he asks. And I have no idea what to tell him. Trinity and I have never discussed this disgusting ritual. Her father adamantly insisted that she never become an Ol’ Lady to spare her.
“Lower,” I reply reluctantly, knowing it will be the less painful spot.
“W-what’s going on?” she whispers, peeking at the tattoo gun from under my arm. It hums to life as Prick turns it on and gets the ink ready.
“Well, Legacy here decided that we can’t have you. So, he’s going to claim you as his Ol’ Lady. And that right comes with a free show. Better make it a good one or you won’t end up with a Property of Legacy tattoo on your back. I’ll make it say Property of the Demon Breakers—turn you into our possession—and all your holes will belong to us,” Pirate promises, moving behind me. My back tenses, ready for the painful slice, but he just slams his hand down on my shoulder. “No time to waste. Show me your treasure. Take her on the table.”
His demand hisses in my ear, and I wish I could prepare Trinity.
She jerks out of my arms, her eyes wide with horror. “What? No!” she sputters, wheeling away from me.
“We’re not having sex in front of all these people. And I don’t want a tattoo. I’m out of here.” Turning toward the door, she finds it blocked by a grinning Wolf. Her steps slow, and she stumbles before scanning the room… searching.
“He’s dead, little bitch,” Pirate says harshly, laughing at her gasp. A sob breaks free, but before she can crumble, I pull her back into my arms—glaring at him. Fuckin’ asshole.
I need to get out of this room. Out of this brotherhood. The plan was for me to die tonight; to disappear forever with my girl. And now there’s no way for that to happen. No way out of this. My eyes search the room, finding my friends. Hunter, Charming, Shaka… their expressions are unreadable. If I fought the Prez, would they be with me or him?
Would they turn on the brothers?
Pirate’s hand digs into my shoulder, the other falling to the gun at his waist. “What’s it gonna be, boy? You get to fuck her or do I?”
“Me, Prez,” I say, lifting her onto the table. Tears streak down her cheeks, making her mascara run in long black lines. She’s so fucking beautiful, even like this. Getting in close, I give her the only reassurance I can.
Her hair is soft as silk in my fist, damp with perspiration, and I draw her toward me, pressing her face into the side of my neck. I breathe in her scent—lilac with just a hint of vanilla—and it helps to transport me away from this hellhole.
“They can’t fuck you as long as I do. Close your eyes and pretend it’s just us, baby,” I whisper softly into her ear. Trinity’s shaking, but she doesn’t flinch away as I bring my hands to her waistband. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Just like always.”
She sobs, shaking her head. “No, no, no. Please, Legacy, not like this…”
My heart squeezes in my chest, frustration trickling through me. Can’t she see I’m doing this for her? For us?
Holding her head steady, I smooth my lips across her cheek in a subtle but soothing gesture. Here there’s no looking soft, no apologizing or asking for her forgiveness. Worry settles in my gut—will she ever forgive me? But I push it all aside. The weak get dead.
My hand falls to the seam of her legging, and I rub her pussy through the material. The motion tugs on my bullet wound, but I ignore the pain. The least I can do is try to make my girl feel good if I have to violate her in a room full of horny assholes. Her heat warms my fingers, causing my cock to harden despite the miserable moment, always eager to please our girl. Trinity squirms away from my touch, but I have to keep going.
“Cut it out,” I growl, giving her hair a yank. “Be a good girl for me.” Her face tilts toward me, anger and sadness in her eyes, but I take the opportunity to crush my lips to hers. Licking across them, I beg for access, and for a minute it seems like she’s going to deny me. Frustration pulses in my veins, ripping through me until I refuse to take no for an answer.
Snapping down, I nip her lip until she whimpers and opens for me. That’s right, baby. Fuckin’ take it. My tongue sweeps in, devouring her taste like it’s my last meal.
And it very well might be.
The room erupts into hoots and hollers. “Get it, Legacy.” “Fuck that pussy hard.” Trinity jumps, but I don’t release her neck.
The zipper of my jeans presses into my rock-hard cock, and I pulse under its confines. I slide my fingers against her faster and faster until I can’t take it anymore. My nails tear at her leggings, shredding them at the crotch so I can get to the pussy underneath without anyone seeing her.
She’s mine. For my eyes alone.
CHAPTER TEN
TRINITY
What in the actual fuck is happening?
Legacy’s trying to suck my brain through my mouth, and maybe it’s working because I can’t make heads or tails out of what’s going on. The room blurs, spinning round and round in my mind. My dad’s dead? Legacy’s the new VP? Something about a tattoo?
My father’s gone? Why? Breathing becomes difficult between the mouth moving over mine insistently and the emotion swamping me.
