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“I look out for Rome. He doesn’t need some foul-mouthed idiot doing that.” She taps her cane close to my foot in a threat. “I also see you sneaking around at night and going into Rome’s house, but you never park in his driveway.”

“I like to surprise him.”

“Mmm.” She looks me up and down suspiciously. “Name?”

“Rain Weston, ma’am.”

“You’re that prick’s son.”

I laugh and drop my head. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You were taken away in that cop car, but Rome was the one who hit his father.” My face falls and her wrinkled lips smirk. “I was in my kitchen getting a glass of water when I saw a car fly into his driveway. I watched the window smash, and it was Rome who was standing there.”

“I would never allow Rome to go to jail.”

“Will you hurt him?”

“No, never.”

“If you do, I’ll grind you up and use you as a fertiliser.”

My lips pull into a grin. “Understood.”

She gives me another once over. “Rome’s a great kid. My husband adored him, as do I. I see him as my own, and I will not let harm come to him.”

“Nor will I.”

“Be good to him. Goodnight, Rain.”

“Goodnight…um…”

The tap of her cane echoes down the deserted street as she turns to walk away. “You don’t get to know my name.”

Chapter thirty-six

RAIN

An excited warmth spreads through my chest as I slowly open the bedroom door to see Rome asleep, his arm stretched across a pillow on my side of the bed, our family ring on his finger. The colours from the television dance across his face, lips parted adorably and hair splayed across his forehead.

Taking a step in, I hold the door, quietly clicking it shut.

“Rain?”

I can’t help but smile as I turn to find him throwing back the comforter and rubbing his eyes as he rounds the bed. “Hey, baby.”

“When did you get out?”

I grip his waist, pulling him into me. “Not long ago.” My cheeks burn in his tight grip as I survey his bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry it took—” His lips capture mine, cutting me off.

His tongue slides into my mouth, and my fingers dig into his warm skin. The kiss is needy, desperate, and the most forceful he’s ever kissed me. Heart leaping in my chest, I slide my hand up to cup his cheek, and his lowers to pull at my belt as he clamps my bottom lip between his teeth to keep my mouth hostage.

I wrap my hand around his throat, pushing him back a little to grip his wrist. “Baby.”

“Fuck me,” he begs, using his free hand to undo the buckle.

“While I love that you’re already addicted to my cock, I know what you’re doing.”

The muscle in his jaw pulses as he steps back with a dry laugh. “You saw the video.”