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“Not a fucking word,” Nick growls, his grip joining me tighter to him as she slowly approaches. “Show her your hand.” I do as he says, slipping my hand from where it’s pressed between us.
“Is she taking the birth control?” I hate when they talk about me like I’m not here. Nick must feel me tense because his fingers flex on my hips where he holds me.
“Ask her yourself,” he snaps.
Miranda’s gaze finds mine, and she raises an eyebrow in question. “No,” I squeak out. I’d forgotten about them. They weren’t important.
I hiss when she dabs at my palm with something. “You need to take them. Nick will knock you up and keep you for himself the first chance he gets.” I burrow deeper into him. I don’t like what she’s implying.
“No.” My thoughts are turbulent, a mix of apprehension and worry, and I don’t know how to express what I’m thinking.
“Who says I haven’t already?” Nick grunts, and I feel him flex inside me, his hardness kicking against the tightness of my walls.
“You know this isn’t good for her, Nick–”
“Mr. Gambino,” I snap.
“The claws come out.” Her tone is sharper now. “He’s using you, Rue.”
“No,” I hiss. “He isn’t. He’s mine, and I’m his.” I’m not sure about many things in my life, but of this, I’m positive. He’s made it very clear to me from the moment he blew up my life. Literally.
“Sweetheart, you are too young and too innocent to understand what is what in this world. Ni-Mr. Gambino isn’t one of the good ones–”
“Get out!” I’ve heard enough of her. She has no idea what my life was like before Nick. She doesn’t know the endless minutes, hours, days, years I lived through alone. When I was given Mickey and Minnie, I thought it would be better. And for a time, it was, but I was starved for any kind of human contact.
Starved.
Yet Nick still wants me.
“I’m only trying to help.” Her words come across as caring, but the look in her eyes says something else entirely.
“Kane!” I scream so loud my throat hurts.
He comes rushing in. As soon as he sees me and Nick, his eyes divert anywhere but on us. “Get her out. Don’t ever let her back in.”
“Whatever you want.” He blindly grabs for the woman, getting her sweater and all but tosses her into the bedroom, where I see Brock take hold of her.
Kane spins but doesn’t leave. “I know a woman. An old army buddy’s little sister. Genius, doctor, I can have her here in the morning…”
“Do it,” Nick says. Kane gives a sharp acknowledgment and leaves us alone.
“Are you mad?” I chance the question but can’t look up at him. I don’t want him to be mad at me.
He’s silent for too long, but I don’t move. Sitting up, he spreads my butt cheeks, his fingers alarmingly close to somewhere I’m desperate for him to touch. He begins rocking my hips, and I’m quick to get lost in him, just like last night.
“If I say yes…” His voice is in my ear. “What will you do for me?”
“Anything.” I’d do anything for him, no matter what.
His fingers move lower, I arch my back, and finally, he touches me there. His finger brushing over the sensitive entrance. I shiver in his arms.
“Will you let me fuck this pretty little rose?” I’m nodding before he’s done asking.
“Will you do it, anyway?” I’ll beg if he says no.
“How’s your hand?” I look down to see it bandaged.
“Fine.” It really only hurt in the moment.
