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Shit, I forgot to ask her about Quinn. The man who owed me and the asshole Duke money. I’d speak to her about him tomorrow.
I placed Kennedy on the bed, then removed her black studded stilettos. She turned onto her side and curled into herself. She loved that position. Grabbing the gray blanket at the bottom of the bed, I pulled it over her body. A woman was sleeping in my home.
This just never happened. I strolled over to the window, peering at the lush, manicured yard. I never thought I’d want to share my life with anyone. Certainly not her with that sharp tongue. Our arguments would drive me insane. Shit, our first interaction did. All day I fought my feelings. Told myself I didn’t want her. Honestly, I knew she was mine the second I almost tore Duke’s head off in the parking lot.
That fucker is a dead man.
Because of his sick fetish, he almost killed Kennedy. The rage burning inside felt like electric pulses shocking my skin all over my body. I didn’t give a fuck about one more lucrative deal with that asshole. Sitting on the edge of the chaise lounge, I slipped my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself. Kennedy dropped so many bombs at dinner I had to unpack each one in my mind. I’d find out who her father and uncle were, too. They used her. She was shot during a drug deal gone bad. I didn’t understand how her father could throw her to the wolves. It sounded like her mother couldn’t stop Kennedy’s father from unleashing mayhem in their daughter’s life.
Maybe at one point she was a princess, before her father forced her into the drug trade.
My gaze fell over her. There was something angelic about her while she slept. Did she always sleep peacefully? What if she hadn’t? Was she worried her family would call on her again?
A devilish grin curled my lip.
She’s my business now. I’ll protect her. No one will come for what belongs to me.
“You can rest easy, sweetheart. You’re mine now.”
CHAPTER FOUR
KENNEDY
Four days had passed since I said some very embarrassing words to Franco in his study. That look in his eyes. I swore there was a twinkle in them for a brief second. How could I tell him I loved when a man ate my pussy?
Why did Franco share his computer programming secret with me? I laughed under my breath as I stared out the window at the tranquil pool. He wanted me to know he was more than a pretty face. I had to admit learning he was intelligent brought on a new level of attraction.
Well, Kennedy, you’re his prisoner. You shouldn’t be attracted to your captor.
Franco insisted I reach out to Quinn two days ago. His voicemail was full. I texted him. Told him to call me back. It was urgent.
Was Quinn all right? He had to be. He’d probably lie low for a while. If I told him I was being held captive, he’d risk his life to find me. I had to play it smart.
Clip said my message was read on Quinn’s device yesterday. That meant Quinn kept his phone off and only checked it every once in a while. No one knew Quinn, and I were related. That was for the best.
Every night, Franco and I ate dinner together. I drank one glass of wine each night. We didn’t have to get close again.
