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She hesitates and when I see the expression on her face my smile falls. “Hey, now,” I say, reaching out and pulling herdown to sit on the edge of the bed. I’m sitting up and wrapping my arms around her body in a heartbeat. “Why so sad, little warrior?”

“I’m so sorry,” she says in a small voice, one that makes my heart ache. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I fell asleep and when I woke up everything just felt wrong without you,” she whispers. I wince because I feel bad that I can’t give her what she wants. Not yet. I’m about to say as much when she lifts her fingers to my lips, silencing me. “I know you’re not ready, and that’s not what I meant. I woke up, and I needed you. I feel bad for sneaking in here in the middle of the night and needing more. I need you too. I feel selfish.”

“There’s nothing selfish about telling me how much I mean to you. Making me feel wanted, needed,” I say, pushing the curtain of jewelled coloured hair back off her shoulder. The cascade of blue and green hues highlighting the depths of her emerald of her eyes. “I need you too. Nothing feels right without you,” I add, ghosting my words across the shell of her ear.

“What do you need,mio re?”

“So many things. But how about we start with my cock in your cunt and your hands on my throat?”

“Are we fucking or sleeping like that?” she asks with a wide smile and her pupils blown.

I chuckle, bringing her back with me into the nest of pillows. Her legs fall either side of my lap and I breathe a satisfying sigh of contentment. “Dealer's choice. You’re in charge.”

Lifting herself onto her knees, she rolls her hips, skimming my crown along her seam before seating herself and taking every inch of me. She doesn’t move and I let out a soft hum of appreciation, feeling more at peace than I have since the last time I was entangled in her limbs. I can’t begin to fathom whatit is about feeling her wrapped around my dick that brings me such an enormous sense of tranquillity, but it’s a feeling like no other.

Tension oozes from every pore, and she must sense it too because she folds forwards, resting her head on my shoulder and stroking her fingers along my collarbone, stopping at my nape and collaring me with just the weight of her hand.

“Sleep now,mio re. I’ll wake you when you’re rested.”

I’m drifting away in seconds, enveloped in her safety and knowing I’m home.

END OF PART FOUR

It seems my meddlesome wife has decided to fuck with my supply chain. She’s going to pay for that when I get my hands on her. And believe me, I will make her pay. Not only for making me settle for cheap imitations that break as soon as you play with them, but also for taking those cheap imitations away from me.

Both Jack and Charles have gone AWOL and I can only assume it’s because myprincipessahas involved herself in my business again. Neither one of them are answering my calls and while I couldn’t give a shit about Mr Heatherington’s whereabouts—he’s less than useless—Mr Walker had something I wanted. Something I needed.

The moment I saw the photo he sent through, I wanted her. While the hair wasn’t right, every curve of her body reminded me of my wife. From the flare of her hips to the slope of her neck, there were enough similarities for me to enjoy her more than the pathetic specimens they’ve found for me recently. This one even had a surgical scar on her abdomen that made me hard just to look at, reminding me of how it felt to bury my knife between Aurora’s ribs. Fuck, it makes my dick twitch just thinking about it.

It was always going to be risky involving such inexperienced little pricks, but I couldn’t resist. The idiots took on one hundred per cent of the risk for chump change and the promise of protection that I had no intention of honouring. Like fuck was I going to waste a cent bailing them out when they have some of the most powerful men and women in the city for parents.

If they’ve been killed, I have enough evidence of their involvement with The Knights to blackmail their parents for the rest of their lives. I just hadn’t planned on having to use it so soon. Mr Heatherington Snr being the city's most prominent lawyer with delusions of grandeur and a desire to run for office in the next few years, has been an ace I was keeping up my sleeve. Having an elected official in my back pocket will come in handy. Assuming he doesn’t fall to pieces when he finds out his legacy is dead.

You can never tell how a powerful man will react to the loss of his progeny. My money’s on snivelling with a side of I’ll do anything you want. Particularly when I show him the state they delivered the last girl to The Knights compound in.

At least I have the decency to put my toys out of their misery.

If they’re dead, then this location is burned. It’s my own fault for having Charles deliver to the farm, and I have to assume he was interrogated before he died. It’s a pity, I liked it here. I had so much more room to play.

Having disposed of the last of my toys, it’s time to clear out. I bang on the back of the abattoir cattle lorry and watch and it pulls away, taking with it the best disposal system I’ve ever known.

Pity.

When the truck is out of sight, I wander back into the barn and set the charges. As I’m driving away a few minutes later, I hear the first one go off and smile. I’d love to stay and watch the show, but I have things to do.

I’ve had quite enough of my Bianchi whore fucking with myorganisation, but I won’t stand for her stealing my toys. If she wants to play, we’ll play. And this time I’m playing for keeps.

PART FIVE

“We don't live alone. We are members of one body.

We are responsible for each other.

And I tell you that the time will soon come when if men will not learn that lesson,

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