Page 180 of Deadly Sweet

My brows furrow. “I did,” I insist. “I left a note. It was on her bassinet.”

“There was no note,” Jake says.

“I left one.” I throw my hands up.

A chittering sound catches my attention, and I look over to see the little rat sitting on the stairs. It’s what's in his hand that catches my attention. “You!” I shout. “You stole the note.”

He shoves the paper into his mouth and takes off running up the stairs. I’m about to run after him to kill the little fucker when Leroy pulls me back.

“Wanna tell me what's going on and where you went?”

I give him an accusatory look. “Wanna tell me why you all left me on the ground, but took Savannah upstairs?”

“None of us were touching you. Do you know how many layers of cum and slick you were covered in?” Walker asks.

“You touched Savannah. She was covered in it, too.” I made sure of it. I coated her in my cum and she rubbed it in on her skin with a lust-filled smile. My dirty girl.

“Yeah, well, I love her,” Walker retorts as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Thanks, fucker,” I grumble.

“Caleb, focus,” Jake says, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

“Oh, right.” A grin takes over my face. “Let me show you.”

Turning around, I grab the waistband of my jeans and pull them down.

“What the fuck, man. We don’t want to see your ass,” Leroy shouts.

“And why does it look like someone mauled it?” Walker groans in disgust.

“Wait. Is that a tattoo?” Jake asks.

“Yup!” I say.

“You got her name tattooed on your ass?” Leroy asks.

“Damn right I did.” Turning around, I pull up my pants with a proud grin on my face.

“Why on your ass?” Jake asks, brows furrowed.

“Because she owns it, duh.” I roll my eyes as Walker snorts.

“Why not get it on your heart or something?” Walker asks.

“I did that too.” I raise my shirt, and right over where Savvy’s carved her name into my skin sits a smaller version of it in black ink.

“Still can’t believe you have her namecarvedinto your skin,” Jake mutters.

“You're just jealous,” I scoff. “You would cry like a little bitch if she did it to you.”

Jake glares at me and flips me off, making me laugh.

“If she already marked you, why get her name?” Leroy asks.

“Because.” I shrug. “She marked me with her name to show me she owns me. But these,” I point to the tattoo. “Is my way of letting her know that she owns me.”

“That's stupid,” Walker grumbles, and I find myself deflating, my smile falling.

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