Page 38 of Torn Souls

The thought makes my stomach flip.

“Don’t go there,” Huck hums. “We are nothing like your father or the men he did business with.”

I narrow my eyes at him and muse, “Are you a mind reader now?”

He barks out a laugh and it makes him even more handsome. How is that possible?

“I’m not, but your face is expressive, Sweet Girl.” He leans in and nuzzles my neck. “While we’re more than willing to work outside of the law and profit from it, there are lines we won’t ever cross. We will never peddle in flesh. We’ve worked hard to push the bratva from this city out because they used the ports to traffic people. We weren’t willing to let that continue.”

“I feel like there’s something about this that you’re talking around,” I look into his eyes, hoping he doesn’t feel like I’m challenging him too much. Something clicks inside of me, and my body deflates. My words come out broken, “My father was involved with whoever it was you pushed out, wasn’t he?”

“Oaklynn,” he grips my chin and tips my head up, not even realizing that I averted my eyes in shame, “your father’s actions are on him. You are not responsible for the hell he has helped to release upon this city.”

“Young girls? Women?” The thought of him doing that, of him ruining the lives of countless people, guts me.

“Yes,” he tells me honestly even though he tries to soften the blow as he rubs his hand up and down my back, “but not only females are trafficked.”

“What a monster,” I mutter.

Huck points toward the screens and now that I focus on one of the screens, it becomes clear that it’s a financial report. “I’ve been following your father’s money. He was in deep with Morozov.”

I sit up straighter and gasp, “That name. I’ve heard it before. My father used to meet with someone with that name.”

He nods and his hand clenches into a fist, but I don’t get the feeling he’s angry at me. “The thought of you being anywhere near those men makes me want to track down your father and gut him.”

My head jerks in his direction and I blink a few times. I should be running from him in fear.

His deep brown eyes are wary when he looks at me and whispers, “Are you scared of me?”

“I should be,” I admit, “but I’m not. You make me feel protected.”

He swallows hard, his words hoarse, “There will be times when we come home covered in blood. There will be times when it’s difficult to put our beasts back in their cages.”

My hand cups his jaw and my thumb runs back and forth right under his lower lip. “I’m not afraid of you. It makes no damn sense, but I’m not.”

The breath he blows out is relieved.

When I look back at the report on the screen, I really look at the information in front of me and gasp. “My father is broke.”

“He is,” there’s an ominous note in his voice.

I make a humming sound, no longer wanting to learn anything else about my father and what he’s been up to. He’s made his bed, and his enemies. His problems are not mine. Especially not now.

When I stand up, Huck’s hands grip my hips tightly for a moment before letting me go. I stand between his legs and smile down at him, completely ignoring the monitors behind me.

“What are you doing?” His voice is strained as I grip the armrests and push him back a little bit.

While I sink to my knees, I eye him and smirk wickedly. “You don’t know what I’m doing?”

He sucks in a breath as I reach for the fly of his pants and quickly unzip him, knowing I’m going to find him hard and throbbing. I felt the evidence of his arousal under my ass the entire time I was sitting on his lap.

“Okay,” he chokes out, “but why?”

“You shared something really important with me,” I murmur. When I pull him out completely, I groan, “So big.” Huck chuckles, the sound washing over me and helping to make me feel bold. “You didn’t have to show me this, but you did.”

“I want you to see that you can trust us, Sweet Girl,” there’s a note of reverence in his voice.

Not another word is needed as I lean forward and lick the pre-cum starting to coat the tip of his dick. His length twitches where I have my hand wrapped around the base. I run my thumb along the vein running up underneath his shaft before giving a squeeze and pumping him slowly.

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