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This time, I’m shot right into another universe and down a darn black hole, or so my senses would have me believe. For a moment, I can’t even breathe. His cock twitches inside me as he fills the condom, the small movements extending my pleasure.

Then, with one final push, leaving him in as far as he can go, a huge sigh comes from him. He lowers his forehead and rests it against mine.

“I fuckin’ knew you were going to be perfect for me.”

That’s funny, as I had the same feelings about him.

We stay like that, emotions flowing between us. I’ve never felt such a connection with a man before, as if our bodies and minds are totally aligned.

So when he says quietly, “I fuckin’ love you, RoseLyn,” I don’t have to think for a moment before I say it back.

“I love you, too, Petty.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN

Petty

For a prisoner, Britney’s been treated pretty well. She has her own room, one of the few with an attached bathroom. She has a television for entertainment, and I know Cher set her up with a kindle and books for her to read. She’s had three meals a day delivered, and has a fridge full of water and snacks.

As it’s a vast improvement from where she spent the last seven years, I feel no guilt at her being kept captive.

The plan that Red had agreed with that day, driving me to the hospital, necessitated Britney remaining our guest for a while. I felt choked when he took it on himself and his wife to make sure she was looked after, seeing as I couldn’t bear to be in the same room. I hadn’t even been to see her, as I’d been spending all my time with RoseLyn and her folks.

Today, though, I have to enter. I steel myself before going in, taking a moment to remind myself that my brothers don’t see me as weak or less of a man, even though I’d been taken in by this woman and had let myself be abused. From now on, I’ll refuse to allow Britney to belittle me.

Britney hadn’t bothered to keep up the sweet act with Cher or my brothers, so they knew what a cunt she really is. She’d tried to attack Owl when he brought her a meal, and since then, they’d only visited in pairs. Cher was always escorted, but despite having no regard for the woman, continued to visit in case Brit needed women’s stuff.

I take one final deep breath, then turn the key in the lock. As soon as she sees who’s entered, she starts.

“I wondered when you were finally going to show your face. Fucking coward,” she sneers.

I try to let the words flow off me like water off a duck’s back, but it’s hard. Immediately seeing her, part of me wants to appease her and make amends. But I jam that minute part of me back down, remembering RoseLyn loves me for the man I am. Now I’m free to be me and have the woman I want, I wouldn’t change anything about myself. And definitely not for Britney.

“Are you letting me go?” she asks, and waves her hand around. “I’ve done my time in prison.”

She’s not done nearly enough, as I hope she’ll soon find out.

Ignoring her question, I get a piece of paper out of my pocket, and throw it at her. “Uncontested divorce, it’s been finalised.” It’s been three weeks. Three weeks which have both been the longest and best of my life. The longest because the time I was still tied to Britney has dragged, the best, because I’ve spent most of it with RoseLyn.

“I was forced to sign those papers. I’m going to challenge it—”

I growl. I’d get up into her face, but I’m wise enough to stay out of range of those fists. Roller had suggested he tie her up before I entered, or at least, come in with me, but it’s time that I face her as the man I really am.

“Let it go, Brit. You don’t stand a fuckin’ chance. You’ve not got a leg to stand on. Admit it, why don’t you? You don’t even want to be married to me.”

“You’re fuckin’ right there. But what about the tie between us?” Her voice has become deceptively soft. “You can’t turn your back on the baby.”

I snort and take the second piece of paper out of my cut. She’d refused to do a pregnancy test, but Twister wasn’t averse to using force on a woman, and took some of her blood a few days ago. The doc we use expedited the results, and surprise, surprise, there is no child.

“You’re not pregnant.” I toss her the proof.

She doesn’t look the least bit surprised, and lets the paper drop to the floor without looking at it. “Of course there isn’t,” she sneers. “I got the shot before coming anywhere near you. I knew I’d have to fuck you, but didn’t want your spawn. Devil spawn, got it?” She cackles as if she’s made a joke, but I’m not in the least amused, or surprised that she’d used just one more way to torture me. I wish though I’d known she was protected, I’d been on edge until I’d seen those results. Though in her case, sterilisation would probably be a better option.

She stares at the divorce papers she still holds in her hands, then raises her eyes to me. “So, we’re divorced, and you know there’s no baby. What happens now?” There’s a slight uncertainty in her voice as if she knows I hold all the cards.

After our brief marriage and her reappearance in my life, it’s a heady feeling to know I’m now the one in charge.

“Now, you leave. The club, Vegas, Nevada if you know what’s good for you. No one wants you here.” As she starts to redden, I warn her, “I may not be able to hurt a woman, but not all my brothers feel the same way. You keep showing your face or trying to cause trouble, and you’ll be six feet underground before you realise it.”

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