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Just the thought of it was enough to cause an impending panic attack.

The Kings were right: we couldn't stay here.

But when we did finally get back to the house, we'd be in real danger. So much danger that we'd be surrounded by a small army at the house, all of them trying to keep Roberto and his men from killing us.

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm looking forward to having lights at night again," I said. "And takeout." I looked at Rock. "No offense. You know I love your cooking. But I really do miss takeout andLove or Money.”

I'd never been more in need of our favorite reality TV show, a greasy pizza, and a cuddle sesh on the sofa at the house with the Kings.

Neo got to his feet. "Speaking of lights, we should cut the power. The sun’s almost down." He looked meaningfully at Oscar and Rock. "Don't you two have an errand to run?”

Rock looked momentarily confused before understanding lit his blue eyes. "Right! We do.”

I narrowed my eyes at them. I was definitely missing something. "What errand?”

"That's for us to know and you to find out," Rock said with a grin.

What the fuck were they up to? We weren’t supposed to leave the house unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Seriously,” I said, “you guys are freaking me out.”

Oscar pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me.

Rock looked at me like I was the sun, moon, and stars all in one.

Neo, like I was a rare jewel, one he would kill to protect.

But Oscar seemed to see into all the shadowed crevices of my soul. Like he saw all the things I tried to hide from everyone and wanted me anyway.

He pulled me closer and smiled. "Happy New Year's Eve, tiger."

Chapter22

Willa

The errand was pizza.

Hot, cheesy, delicious pizza.

Oscar and Rock drove three towns over to pick it up in the Buick, careful to make sure they weren’t followed. By the time they got home with it, Neo had unveiled several bottles of champagne he’d bought when he’d met Hawk, storing them in the trunk of the Buick so it would be a surprise.

He’d also bought me sexy lingerie, another surprise he’d saved after his meeting with Hawk.

I opened the bags excitedly, excited to ditch my Friday panties.

He watched me pull a sea of satin and lace from the bags, looking sexy as fuck as he leaned back on the sofa.

Manspreading might’ve been bad form on a bus or subway, but watching Neo eye me with undeniable hunger, muscular legs spread wide to reveal his bulging dick, was the turn-on of the century.

He insisted I choose something for our New Year's Eve party, and by the time I emerged from our shared bedroom wearing a demure but barely there pink baby-doll nightie, Rock and Oscar had returned with the pizza.

Rock stopped in his tracks when he spotted me, then rubbed his hand over his face. "Fuck me," he said. "And byfuck meI mean seriously, please, fuck me.”

I laughed, feeling a little embarrassed by the attention.

Oscar's dark eyes were molten with appreciation and Neo surveyed me from the sofa like a lion about to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle.

I couldn't really blame them. The nightgown’s thin straps easily held up the tiny garment. My tits were on full display through the sheer mesh cups, and while the bottom fell in full pleats, it ended in a ruffle that barely — and I did mean barely — covered my ass, hanging out for everyone to see in the tiny lace thong that matched the nightgown.

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