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“When did I have time for that, Zamir? And you know as well as I do that the ones that are supposed to take over the family do not get to do anythingbesides what they’re born into this life to do.” I would’ve loved to go to medical school. I had the grades for it, the drive, and the passion, but I just couldn’t leave my father to blow up our goddamn family name.Any more than he had already.

“Zamir did,” Nash points out like I don’t already know.

“Yes, but he also wasn’t the head of the family. He should’ve been taking the spot that his father is in.” Nash pulls his brows together and looks completely confused.

“My father is the enforcer of my family like Vin is for Marcello. That would’ve put me being the enforcer for Alex, my cousin. That’s what they still want, but I refuse to go back and be a part of the shit they’re involved in. Not when I was able to get out.” Nash just nods his head like he’s understanding the dynamics of the mafia life a little more. I find myself wondering what Zamir’s family is doing that’s so bad that it has him never wanting to go back…

“Scalpel,” I request, holding my hand out.

Nash jokes, “What is this, Grey’s Anatomy?” He’s full-on belly laughing, finding himself so goddamn funny.

I give him a seething look over my shoulder while he hands me said scalpel. I feel for the implant one more time and make the small cut. She’s still not moving, but I can see her chest moving up and down, which makes me feel better.

I dab up the blood from the incision and find the back of the bar, pushing it out of her arm. I set theimplant down on the sheet and bark out to the guys, “Tracker.” Zamir hands me the small tracker the same size and width as the implant that I just took out of her. Where Noah got this, I have no goddamn clue, but I’m not asking either. I’m just happy knowing where she will be at all times—it even has vital stats tracking that we will all have on our phones as well.

I slide the tracker into its permanent place inside of her. Seeing her beautiful flesh cut open turns me into something I don’t recognize. Still knocked out cold, she doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest.

I start to clean the incision up and place a couple of steri-strips over it. Doc said she’ll need to leave these on for a couple of days and keep them dry. Then, I set a gauze over the little “X” of strips I made on her arm, wrapping some foamy-feeling tape around her arm to keep pressure on it to keep the tracker in place.

I look down at her bandaged arm, smiling down at her beautifully bare body. My gloves are lined in her blood, and being done with the little surgery, I take my gloved hands, rubbing them down the wall. I murmur to myself, “Beautiful match.”

I turn around to the guys; both of them look shocked, but don’t question what I’m doing. “Like the birth control tampering wasn’t unhinged enough, you have to take her blood and smear it on your wall to make sure the color matches…” Nash trails off, acting like he’s really questioning why he’s here with us. I just shrug, hereally shouldn’t be that surprised at this point. We get everything cleaned up, and the cart wheeled out into the hallway, then I’m back standing beside the bed over her still body.

The birth control is out, and my tracker is in its rightful place. The sense of safety but also the pure want to claim her first like this is too much. Plus, her being knocked the fuck out, sleeping like the sweet little angel she is, has always made me painfully hard.

Before I know it, I’m rubbing my cock through my slacks while standing over her flaccid body. This feels all too familiar, but it seems it’s been forever since I’ve been able to do this since she has been here with me.

I pull her legs apart one by one, opening her up to us so beautifully while her body is completely at my mercy.Our mercy.

I let out a huff of air and hum. “Look at this pretty cunt of ours.” I run my two fingers through her already slicked-up folds, finding her special button under her clitoral hood.

Nash asks Zamir, “What is he d—” Zamir cuts him off with a hand in front of his face. I turn my head as slowly as possible with what I know is a devilish look covering my face. To most people, this is absolutely berserk, but I know my girl, and her body loves this more than she could ever express with words. She’s not coherent to give consent, and they aren’t aware of her desires like I am.

“She’s perfect when she’s awake, but…” I stop rubbing her clit, and trail up her stomach to her perfect tits, grabbing a hand full roughly and pinching her pebbled buds. I continue, “When she’s peacefully sleeping, pliable just for me, all of my control goes to hell.”

I pull my lip in between my teeth, letting out a moan. I fill them in on the BDSM quiz from Sin’s. “Our sweet Ellie is a dirty, dirty girl…” I trail off, too caught up in her breathing picking up. I lower my body onto hers, breathing into her neck, biting down all the way to her shoulder. Her body knows exactly what to do for me. This is our routine. “She wants to be able to give up control but can’t do that when she’s awake. She loves the dubious consent of somnophilia but keeps it a secret from her partners.”

Zamir, seeming interested, asks, “How do you know about it then? She doesn’t even know you were her stalker.”

“She became a member at Sin’s right when she turned eighteen, and it was at the top of her list on her kink quiz.” I shrug, and Nash is looking at me as sure as a Nun in a strip club.

1. Lost in the Fire (feat. The Weeknd) - Gesaffelstein, The Weeknd

Chapter 51

Zamir

“Iliterally thought this kink was made up…” I whisper more to myself than anyone else.

I can’t lie and say my cock isn’t straining against my jeans; looking over at Nash, his is pushing the limits of the tight shorts he’s in too. Marcello is kissing down her body and lands right between her spread thighs. I hear Ellie let out a small hum of approval, and that’s enough for me.

1 I’m unbuttoning my jeans and sliding my pants down my ankles, and Nash is right behind me doing the same. I’m stalking up to Ellie and Marcello when he comes up for a second, wearing a wicked grin while breathing right onto her soaked pussy. That man is feral when it comes to our girl, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. Icouldn’t imagine holding back for as long as he has… From that first moment in Shenanigans, I knew I had to have her. There’s no way I would’ve lasted years like Marcello has.

I lean down, whispering into her ear, “Imagine that… you have to be knocked the fuck out to give up control,Shpirt Im.” I run my hand from her wrist all the way up her arm, trailing to her chest, causing goosebumps to erupt on her tattoo-covered skin. Her breathing is picking up even more, and I don’t know if it’s from my words or Marcello eating her cunt like it’s his only job.

Nash plasters the front of his body to my back, reaching around me, and gripping my leaking cock. He leans into my ear, whispering, “I know someone else who likes to give up control.” And with that, he picks up speed, pumping me in a painful grip that I lean into. He knows I need that little hint of pain now, and if that doesn’t crack my soul even wider, I don’t know what would.

I reach behind me, grabbing him with one hand and alternating between each of Ellie’s perfect nipples with my other. Marcello spitting pulls me out of the daze Nash always seems to put me in. He’s spitting on his two fingers and breaching her tight cunt.

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