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“One day I’ll come in your ass and then fuck it back inside you.”

“Please do.”

His hands still on his waistband, and you could swear I just insulted him by how angry he looks. “What happened to ‘you don’t top with me’?”

I throw my head back, laughing at the adorable American accent he just mocked me with. “I’m down to take turns fucking each other.” He rips his pants down and flips me off while stomping toward the shower. “Babyyy.”

“You tell me this now?” he grumbles, turning on the shower.

I remove my clothes and step behind him, brushing my lips across his ear. “You love being fucked,” I whisper, and he inhales sharply at the feel of my fingers spreading the cum covering his ass. “Tomorrow night, when I’m back, you can fuck me.”

“Rain—”

“Deal?” I cut off his protest, because I will have a future with him.

He spins to face me, cupping the water in his hand. Gently, he washes the tattoo I got before meeting my father and whispers against my lips, “Deal, but be prepared, baby. I’ll have you screaming.”

I groan and move to kiss him, but he pulls back, pressing his finger to my lips. Taking the cloth from behind him, he wets it and begins cleaning the cut on my lip.

I am irrevocably in love with this man. All I can think about is the ring tucked away in the back of the safe on my side of the closet.

Chapter fifty-three

RAIN

The gun tucked in the back of my jeans burns against my lower back as I scan three sets of eyes. “Any information I should know before walking in here?” I ask quietly.

“She’s handsy,” Blade says coldly, nodding to the petite, pink haired girl guarding the run-down warehouse entrance.

The woman’s hands begin sliding over Blade, disappearing beneath his coat. Taking his gun, she hands it to the man beside her.

“Anything in here?” she croons, hands sliding toward his groin.

His jaw tightens, and he snatches her hands before they reach his cock. “Nothing for you.”

Disappointment flashes in her green eyes before she pats his arms and legs. Not finding any other weapons, she moves toward me. Sliding out my gun, I hand it to her. She passes it to her acquaintance before her hands slowly begin patting me down.

“Hurry up, would you?” I snap.

“Never seen you before,” she croons, fingers grazing my chest and waist before moving toward my groin.

“Touch me there, and I’ll throw you in the fucking Thames.”

“Argh,” she groans, grazing past my groin to feel my legs. Discovering I’m clean, she motions to the door.

Blade flicks a lighter and lifts the flame to the end of his cigarette as we move down a narrow corridor. What a welcoming entrance. The brick walls are grimy, the ceiling filled with cobwebs, and a few broken fluorescent lights flicker with a threat to die at a moment’s notice.

Blade twists the handle of the splintering door at the end of the corridor. Screams pierce my ears as I follow into the dusty open area.

“Christ,” I mutter upon seeing a man strapped to a chair, seething at his captor, who stands before him, wielding a machete.

Nina Huxley.

Her black hair sways to her ass as she rounds the man cursing her out. Jared leans against a concrete pillar smoking a cigarette, ankles crossed.

They don’t represent what one would presume drug dealing gangsters look like. Jared wears black slacks and a black button down, the sleeves rolled loosely. Nina, a black pantsuit. They’re well-presented individuals, and from my research, they’re both highly educated. I commend them on their loyalty to one another. They’re all conceived from different fathers, Jared’s being of African descent, Nina’s Irish, and Xander’s British.

“Who sent you?” Nina’s calm voice echoes through the dusty warehouse.