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As soon as my breathing returns to normal, I want to curl up and take a nap. But as I look down at my body, I can’t bring myself to do it. My thighs are glistening and sticky with my arousal, I need another goddamn shower.

My legs feel like jello as I make my way back to the bathroom. When I reach the sink, I don’t avoid looking at my reflection like I’ve done the other times. No, this time I meet my own gaze, my lips curling upwards in a smug grin. I’m feeling extremely proud of myself.

That’s when I notice I’m still clutching the damn toothbrush. The handle is completely covered in my juices, and I’m just about to rinse it. But then I think better of it. And instead, I just slam it down on the pristinely white sink.

I don’t know if Nicklas will be able to see what I’ve done, but I hope not. Damn, I wish I’d thought about doing this while I was still bleeding. If for no other reason, then retaliation for him shoving his bloody fingers into my mouth.

Oh well, live and learn. It’s still nice to imagine him brushing his teeth with my arousal all over the handle.

Chapter 11

The Santa

“You good, boss?” Marco drawls as we walk into my home.

My shirt clings to my skin, the fabric heavy with the scent of gunpowder and sweat—a stench from tonight’s dealings. “Never better,” I grin.

“You look it,” Macro retorts, chuckling.

Tonight, we acted on a tip from Dominic, and it wasn’t fruitless. Seven guys were waiting for me, Jack, and Marco aswe went to get our shipment of goods. Luckily, Dominic and his men laid in wait to turn the table on the guys that tried to ambush us.

Something about it feels… off. If it wasn’t for the tip we got just an hour ahead of time, Jack would have been there alone.

Before I can tell Marco what I’m thinking, we’re interrupted by one of Marco’s men. I think he’s the one who was on Carolina duty today. “Marco! There you are. Look, I need to…” He trails off and his eyes widen as he spots me. The guy looks like he’s about to piss himself with fear.

I look at Marco and silently raise an eyebrow. Christ, if the guy can’t handle seeing the blood splatters on us, he’s in the wrong fucking line of business.

“Well?” Marco prompts, folding his arms across his massive chest. “Out with it. What’s so important?”

Since the guy is new, I decide I don’t need to be here for whatever he has to say. It’s Marco’s domain, and I know he’ll fill me in if I need to know. “Laters,” I throw over my shoulder.

“I-it’s about the woman.” He sucks in an audible breath. “Carolina.”

My head snaps in his direction. “What about her?” I snarl, immediately on edge. “Did something happen?”

I’m pretty sure I would have heard about it sooner if she’d escaped, and I can’t imagine any of my men doing anything to her. They’re too fucking scared of me to violate my orders.

When the guy lets out an honest to God whimper instead of answering me, I close the distance between us. My hand shoots around his neck and my fingers dig into his throat. “Speak!” I roar.

All color disappears from his skin, and he’s as pale as the fucking moonlight. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but the only sound coming out of his useless fucking mouth is some garbled wheezing.

“Not that it’s any of my business,” Marco drawls lazily. “But if you want answers, you might want to stop squeezing his throat.”

Right.

I immediately let go, and the guy crumbles to his knees, folding like a sack of potatoes. Pathetic. I crouch in front of him and fist my hand in his light hair. “Don’t make me ask again,” I snarl menacingly.

The guy looks up at Marco, and it’s almost comical the way he begs for mercy with his eyes. “It wasn’t my fault,” he cries. “I did my job like I was supposed to—”

“What wasn’t your fault?” I demand.

Marco sighs and walks over to us. When he reaches me, he squeezes my shoulder. “Let me talk to the kid alone, boss.”

“No!” My breathing is ragged as anger thrums through my veins. “He knows something. And I want to know what it fucking is.”

“He can’t tell you if he’s too scared to use his words,” Marco calmly says. “So take a few steps back and pretend you got something better to do.”

Huffing, I let go of the guy and stand up to my full height. I shoot Marco a glare as I do what he says, backing up enough to give the two of them some semblance of privacy. A part of me wants to run to the bedroom and see what the fuck Carolina’s done. But another, the cold and calculated part of me knows I need to bide my time. Whatever the answer is, I have a feeling I won’t get the answer without the guy telling it to Marco.

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