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I gave her a confused glance. “Natalie? Are you okay?”
“I’m not an idiot, Zeke,” she replied, as she moved even further away from me. “I’ve watched those documentaries about sex trafficking. I know what those guys sometimes do to girls, to get them used to…to get their bodies used to what will be done to them in the future. Sometimes trying to make them think that they like it by plying them with alcohol and drugs.”
“What are you trying to say, Natalie?”
“I don’t know.” She looked like she was about to burst into tears. “I don’t know! I don’t know how far any of this shit goes if it involves someone like Montel Barca. How am I supposed to trust anyone now? How do I know that you and Kingston aren’t part of this shit, too?”
“Your logic’s a little wonky there, princess,” I calmly replied. “Are you forgetting that you begged me to fuck you? That you were threatening to walk out of the cabin without any clothes if I didn’t fuck you on the kitchen counter?”
“I know.”
“And are you forgetting that you made the first move on Kingston, too?” I continued. “Neither one of us has ever tried to be anything but respectful to what you want, Natalie. Now, I don’t know what you saw in those documentaries, but I can promise that the kind of people who run sex trafficking rings don’t care about being respectful, and they certainly don’t takenofor an answer.”
“You’re right,” she quietly admitted. “I’m sorry. I was just…I really liked what we did last night, Zeke. But when I woke up, it was like I had all these voices in my head telling me that I should be ashamed or something, that I shouldn’t have liked it so much. And I guess blaming it on Barca would’ve been pretty damn convenient.”
“You shouldn’t be ashamed of what makes you feel good, princess.” I shifted closer to her on the mattress, not stopping until I was close enough to pull her into my arms. In return, she wrapped her arms around me, holding onto me tight.
“Do you think everything’s really going to be okay?” Her voice was small.
“Natalie, if I had to fight an entire fucking army, I’d do it to keep you safe,” I whispered back. “No one’s going to touch a single damn hair on your head.”
Chapter 12
Kingston
“Natalie…” I groaned under my breath as I jerked myself off in the bathroom. I’d been in the middle of going over more intel about Montel Barca, trying to track his whereabouts and general patterns, when I’d overheard Natalie and Zeke in her bedroom. It was obvious from her moans and the way her headboard clattered against the wall that they were going at it. And while I’d tried my best to ignore the way heat rose through me at the thought of being the next one inside of her, I’d reached a breaking point when she started shrieking his name in pure pleasure.
Damn.
Staying away from her was going to be fucking impossible, wasn’t it?
I groaned again as I hurriedly finished in my palm, quickly washing my hands before I went back out to the living room couch. If I couldn’t resist being distracted by Natalie, the least I could do was turn her into a minor distraction, spending just enough time on thoughts of her to hastily get myself off instead of daydreaming about her for a whole day.
Besides, in the end, there could only be one.
And I knew thatonewas going to be Zeke. He was borderline obsessed with the woman, and it wouldn’t have surprised me in the least if he ended up in some kind of long-distance relationship with her after all of this was said and done. What kind of asshole would I be if I tried to cut in on the future of their relationship? It didn’t matter if Natalie wanted to sleep with me or not because she, like every other woman on the planet, would eventually want to settle down and have justoneman in her bed.Wouldn’t she?
And with that, I was finally able to push all thoughts of her right out of my head, categorizing her in my brain asZeke’s Future Girlfriend. I brought my attention back to the tablet in my hands, my eyes darting back and forth as I hastily read its screen.
“Montel Barca…” I murmured. “What the fuck do you want with Peter Hanson?”
Before I had a chance to read another word, my concentration was broken by my phone ringing out from the table in front of me. I quickly answered it, still intent on devouring more information about the piece of shit who made a living selling girls like they were cattle.
“You’ve got Kingston Bolin.”
“And you’ve got something that I desperately want.” There was a man’s voice on the other end of the line, a slight Italian lilt to his tone. “You’re a very hard man to find, Mr. Bolin. But I’m oh-so-glad that we could finally connect.”
“Who the hell is this?” My instincts hit me hard, forcing me to stand up from the couch, soon moving away from the windows, too, as I readily withdrew my gun from its holster. “What the hell do you want?”
“You three have an unusual relationship.” The man hummed. “But from what I can tell, it seems as if your partner, Zeke, is sharing his little girlfriend with you? Or should it be the other way around? Are you the one who’s sharing her with Mr. Trapper?”
“Who the fuck is this?” I demanded. “Tell me right now, or I swear to God—”
“Oh, calm down, Mr. Bolin.” The stranger laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed by your situation. You Americans are always so uptight about sharing your lovers, like it should be some huge secret. It’s one of the hardest things I have toteachthe girls, you know. How more than one man wanting you at a time is one of life’s greatest pleasures, how being shared is nothing to cry over.”
The voice paused for a moment, then went on. “But in the end, they always cry, don’t they? And you have to teach them, again and again, until the tears stop coming. Is that how you convinced Mr. Hanson’s daughter to share her bed with you, Mr. Bolin? Did you have to teach her until she stopped crying?”
“You’re sick, you know that? You fucking piece of shit—”
