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I gave her a respectful nod and continued toward the office.

The door was partially open, and I heard voices before reaching it.

“We need somewhere secure to place her,” Icon said.

“She can’t go back to her house,” Saint replied. “If they believe Kash left evidence, that’ll be the first place they watch.”

“What about one of our properties?” Reek asked.

“Too many people know what belongs to us,” Legend answered.

I reached the doorway, and the conversation stopped. Icon sat behind the desk while Legend stood near the windows. Saint, Big A, and Reek occupied the other chairs around the room.

“Don’t stop plotting on my account,” I said with a grin.

I removed the bag from my shoulder and handed it to him. Then I went around the room, shaking up with each one of them.

Icon looked toward the doorway behind me, then back at me, and something changed in his expression, as if something had dawned on him. “Don’t you own a few apartment buildings?” he asked me.

“Yeah. And a few houses? Why?”

He leaned back. “We need somewhere to stash Novi.”

I glanced toward the hallway. “Why?”

Icon explained what Kash had reported before his death and the message in the burner phone Novi had brought them.

“She can’t go home,” Icon finished. “And putting her in one of our places might lead them directly to her.”

I considered it, then shook my head. “I wouldn’t put her in any of my complexes. Too many tenants. Too many people moving in and out. I have a house in a gated community near the suburbs. The security system covers the entire property, and nobody lives there right now.”

Saint nodded slowly. “How many entrances?”

“Front, garage, and a back door leading to the patio. All alarmed with cameras in and outside of the property.”

“We’ll provide the security,” Legend said.

“I’ll give you the access codes and add whoever you assign to the system.”

Icon nodded. “Good shit. Thanks, bro.”

13

VEGARRO “VEGA” MORETTI

The next day, I woke up to soft grunts coming from the next room. I could hear the chain connected to Sonnet repeatedly rattling. That piqued my interest. I got my phone from the nightstand and logged into the app feeding me the live camera from Sonnet's room. She was flowing through yoga poses. She kept talking to herself in that nerdy way, saying, "I need to exercise so that I don't lose mobility and prevent any joint stiffness from prolonged inactivity." It made me smirk as I leaned back and kept watching.

Ever since I forced her to eat and promised to bring her some real entertainment, she had started eating regularly and reading more.

She wore pajama pants and a matching top that clung to her big breasts, wide hips, and small waist, turning the outfit into something that screamed sexy without trying. Her curvaceous body stretched and bent with natural grace, and she looked pretty as hell. Her body was so inviting, even in simple clothes. When she dropped into a deep forward bend, ass high and back arched, I started rubbing my dick through my pants. It twitched hard under my touch.

I stroked it slowly at first while staring at the screen. My hand slid up and down the shaft, thumb brushing the head as pre-cum started to bead. I pictured her climbing on top of me, those wide hips sinking down as she took every inch of my dick into her pussy, riding it deep and steady.

I pumped faster, eyes glued to her body twisting through each pose, her breasts shifting under the top and that small waist flexing. Damn, she was built perfectly, with curves in all the right places.

I jerked harder, fist tight around my big dick, imagining her grinding on me until she moaned, her pussy clenching while I filled her up. The pressure built quick in my balls. I stroked faster, breathing rough, until the rush hit and I came hard, cum spilling over my hand as I watched her hold the pose on screen.

A few hours later, I carried the laptop beneath one arm and balanced six puzzle boxes with her dinner on top against my chest with the other. Sonnet sat on the bed reading when I entered. I was happy to see that she was finally doing more than just lying around, crying or trying to escape. But the book lowered the second she noticed what I had brought. Her eyes moved from the laptop to the stack in my hands.