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Xavier

My cock is so hardI’m worried I’ll come from the scent of Ronny on my fingers. That doesn’t stop me from licking them clean and imagining what she’ll feel like when she’s writhing on my tongue.

When.

There’s no more chance of if.

My girl signed away her fate when she yielded to me like a wanton goddess and there’s no way I can leave her behind. She may hate me when she figures out what I’m going to do to her father, but she’ll get over it.

I stroke my cock once through my pants and force my hand away. It won’t take Ronny long to get to her room and every minute I waste in this office is one where I’m not buried in her tight cunt.

But I need to focus on the job. She nearly caught me breaking into Browler’s safe and she’s not ready to know what her father’s done or what I’m going to do to him.

It takes another few steadying breaths and a mind fully focused on vengeance to make my cock start to behave, even then I’m still doing this job half hard. I pull my phone out of my pocket and turn the light back on. It’s not much to see by, but it’s enough.

Browler’s safe is under his desk and it’s laughably easy to crack. The man is not the criminal mastermind he thinks he is. I don’t know how he hasn’t been taken down before now. But the pile of cash on the top shelf of the safe might be a clue. Cash in the right hands has a way of making charges disappear.

It’s about forty-five grand in $100 bills. Easier to carry than a person might expect and I stuff it into the cargo pockets of the black bag I’ve got laid out on the ground. I could carry the cash in my pockets if I needed, but I’m not really here for the cash.

It’s the stack of folders on the other shelf that I want. Extortion. Fraud. Murder. A glance through the folders is enough info to get Browler sent away for a long time… if I can get it into trustworthy hands.

I have an idea of who needs to see it, but making sure we talk without prying ears on Browler’s payroll will be an issue all by itself. It’s something to worry about later. I need to get out of this place first.

And I need to take Ronny with me.

My phone buzzes with a text I almost ignore until I see it’s from my girl.

Fuck.

She’s on her bed with a sheet covering all the good bits, but the thin fabric doesn’t do much to hide. Just a bit more light and I’d see… everything.

My cock springs back to life and I reach down with my free hand to grip it. I need to come and she’s right down the hall.

I want to damn the mission and head straight for her, but my brother’s ghost is haunting me. And not even for her can I walk away.

But I do text back.

Minx.

She doesn’t respond.

I have to ignore anything else from her. There’s a reason I’m not supposed to let myself be distracted, but with the memory of her warm skin and the scent of her still in my nostrils, the reason is weak and fading rapidly.

Until my phone rings.

I hope it’s her.

Instead it’s her father.

I answer on the second ring. “What’s up, boss?” the man likes to be reminded of his position and he doesn’t like to wait.

“The security alarm pinged on the back entrance, do you have someone on that?” There were no greetings hidden in Browler’s rasping demand.

My phone hadn’t pinged and I had no idea what he was talking about. Admitting that would get me fired on the spot. “All under control. A bird crashed and triggered the alarm.” It was probably even true.

“Make sure none of those damn boys from Ronny’s school are trying to get in the house. Little miscreants think they can touch my daughter and not pay any consequences. You show them that’s wrong.” Browler thinks he owns Ronny and has any say in who touches her.

I’m going to bury my cock in her tonight.

“No boy from her school is getting in this house,” but I’m not promising him. “Anything else?”

“Looks like I’m stuck around these idiots for another couple of days. Stupid meetings. Keep the house from burning down, would you?” he adds a little laugh, as if we’re sharing a joke.

I’ll watch his kingdom burn.

Browler lets me go and I finish in the office, stealing his money and clearing out every incriminating document I can find. Then I look at the text Ronny sent me and grin.

Time for me to claim my prize.