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“I have to get back and read your letter now,” he husked, leaning down to kiss my swollen lips. “But I’ll be back before you know it.”

Then he backed away, fading into the shadows until he was gone.

11

Enzo

Iwas already addicted to my little lawyer, and I’d never forget her taste. She tasted like fucking peaches; who knew a girl could taste like my favorite fruit. She was delicious, and I couldn’t get enough.

I took her phone from her nightstand, downloading a tracking app to her phone as I went downstairs. I went through her calendar, noticing that she had a birth control shot appointment every few months. I smirked, erasing them from her calendar, and texted the clinic, informing them that all future appointments were canceled and she no longer needed their services.

I then deleted the clinic’s number after blocking them. Amara had her primary care practitioner to whom she could go for her medical needs. Since she was with me, she wouldn’t need birth control anymore.

A shiver snaked up my spine at the thought of her swollen with my child.One day.

I got back in my stolen car and drove off. Luca and Vitali were waiting for me.

“What is it with you and this girl?” Luca asked, driving us back toward Ashwood Prison.

“We’re going back already?” Vitali teased. “They picked up Ludovic a few hours ago.”

“That’s why we’re going back,” I replied. “We can’t leave our boy in there alone.”

“True,” Luca agreed. “He could hold his own, but he shouldn’t have to.”

“How long will we be in the hole this time?” Vitali wondered. “A month, maybe more?”

“Who the fuck knows,” I shrugged. “But I’ve got a letter waiting for me.”

“You never get mail,” Luca rolled his eyes.

But I did now.

“Found that piece of shit you were looking for,” Vitali announced. “His number and address, too. It looks like he moved his knocked-up secretary into his house, too. Fucking bastard.”

My lip curled in disgust. I'd never know how he could hurt someone as beautiful as my little lawyer.

“I’m making a pit stop at his place,” I grinned. “You still got some bricks back there?”

“Yeah, threw a bunch at the Sokolov fuckers,” Vitali laughed as he took a brick in his hands. “Want me to write a message on there?”

“Yeah,” I smirked, turning toward the suburbs of Ashwood. “Write ‘fuck around and find out’ on there.”

Luca laughed as Vitali wrote it, and I pulled up to the house. Vitali handed it to me, and I left the car running in the driveway. I hopped out, threw the brick at the bedroom window, got back in the car, and sped away.

I laughed as the man stuck his head out the window like an idiot. “Ah, damn, I should’ve stayed to throw another one at his head.”

“We can still go back,” Luca offered.

“Nah, I’ve got plans for him,” I promised, heading back to the prison. “Let him stew for a while.”

Sirens went off a few blocks from the prison, and I pulled over. The cop recognized us and immediately brandished his gun, his partner movingto the passenger side, pointing his weapon, too. They called for backup, and soon we were surrounded. None of us resisted as we were pulled out of the car, slammed on the ground, and handcuffed. I grinned as they threw us in three separate cars, driving us back to the prison we were headed for.

But I had a letter to read, so I didn’t mind.

~*~

When I was back in the hole, mail call had already come and gone. To my surprise, a letter was still on my pillow waiting for me.

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