Page 7 of Pirate's Plunder

First, it was my disability, then it was my age. When my sexuality was questioned I shut that shit down. I was too fucking busy tracking this motherfucker even to want to settle down and have a family. Honestly, I was scared to show any weakness that could later bite me in the ass.

But now that I had proof, I felt vindicated. I wouldn’t gloat, though. I never blamed my men for doubting. They couldn’t possibly have my faith and hope because they didn’t live through what I did.

“No apology needed. Just help me end the son of a bitch.”

Chapter Four

Genesis

Iwalk a little faster and fumble with my key card for the security door three times before I manage to get it to scan, and the glass finally parts for me to enter. I’m in such a rush that I knock into someone else coming out, and the books I’m carrying go flying from my arms.

“Woo, watch it!” I groan as I watch my papers scatter all over the foyer.

“Sorry,” I say as I go about picking up the work I slaved over the last few hours at the library.

“Gen?” I glance up at Valentina from the floor.

“Are you okay?” She bends down to help me pick my life up off the floor.

The irony isn’t fucking lost on me.

“No, I don’t know. I’ve been feeling like I’m being watched. I know I’m followed by Dad’s guys, but this is different. I feel eyes on me all the time.” A shiver runs down my spine even now, and I glance around my surroundings, finding no one looking at us at all.

“You need to take a break. You’re paranoid on a new fucking level.” I sigh and nod.

“You’re right.” We finish gathering my things and head up to our room.

“Bet that party is sounding even better now, huh?” she laughs at her teasing while I try to hide the dread it causes me.

“I don’t think being in a room full of strangers in costumes is the fix for my anxiety, Val.” I just want a show and my bed, but she’s going to drag me to the damn thing because she always gets her way.

“You always come up with an excuse, Genesis, but you end up thanking me after.” I groan and flop onto my bed.

She’s right, and I hate it.

“Why are you stressing me out about a party that’s tomorrow?” I rub my eyes and yawn.

“Tomorrow? Gen, what day is it?” I sit up slowly and glance at her face.

It’s full of concern, and I can see that her nursing brain has engaged.

“Friday,” I answer with confidence.

“Sweetie, it’s Saturday. The party starts in a few hours.” I shake my head.

“No, that can’t be right.” How did I lose a whole day!

“You need this more than I thought. UP!” She grabs my hand and drags me to our bathroom.

“Get in there, wash and shave everything. You need to get drunk and laid. The order I’ll leave up to you.” I frown as she turns on the water for me like I’m six.

“Wow, how gracious of you. Thanks. Can I pick the boy too?” She shrugs.

“Boy, girl, doesn’t matter.” Ugh, I pull my shirt off and drop it in the laundry.

“I wish I could be so sexually liberated. But remember who my father is. I’m expected to be a virgin for the mafia boss he marries me off to.” She rolls her eyes.

“That ship has sailed. I’ve seen the size of your vibrators.” I slap her ass and then push her out of the bathroom.

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