Page 46 of Sinful Restraint

“I’m proud of you,” I told her. “Titan and Storm are gonna lose their shit when I tell them how gorgeous you look shootin’ a pistol.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, all dark and sexy instead of anxious like she had been when we first began our lesson. “What do I get if I hit the bullseye before we head home tonight?”

I leaned closer, brushing my mouth along her jaw, but not kissing her. “I’ll make sure we each show you just how proud we are.”

Her eyes fluttered shut for a second as I watched the way she surrendered to the thought of all three of us fuckin’ her tonight. It was the end of June, so she was more accustomed to taking all of us at once. Which meant, I often had to remind her who was in charge when she tested me.

But, I also wanted her to never doubt how deeply I cared about her. “I love you,” I muttered, as a way of making sure that she was okay with continuing to do something outside of her comfort zone.

“I love you more,” she whispered, her voice full of the kind of admiration that made my heart beat faster.

“I highly doubt that,” I told her. “My love for you is reckless as fuck.” I nodded to the ammunition. “Now load another mag. Let’s see how bad you wanna get dicked down when we get home.”

The eager glint in her eyes made me laugh as she fumbled to load more bullets. She got it together quickly though, and later that night, she got her reward when Storm, Titan, and I fucked her naughty mouth, soft ass, and pretty pussy until shebeggedus for mercy.

chapter seventeen

The next nightbefore I was supposed to head to one of my clubs, my phone lit up with a call from Mekhi. As soon as I saw his name flash across the screen, I knew what time it was.

“Talk to me,” I said, stepping out of the shower.

“He’s in a rehab joint out in Fort Lauderdale,” Mekhi explained. “The name was fake so that the media wouldn’t have a field day, but one of my guy’s confirmed it. It’s definitely cuzzo.”

With his athletic background, keeping Baarbie’s ass outta the spotlight was a full-time job that wouldn’t have been as easy as it was sometimes if he looked anything like the man many knew.

“Did he enroll himself into rehab?”

“Nah,” Mekhi stated. “Abuelo did, just like last time.”

“When was last time?”

“Last October,” he answered. “Abuelo pre-paid for four months that time. Looks like when we thought Baarbie was wit’ Ken, he was there instead.”

“Shit,” I huffed, hatin’ that abuelo had been the one to do so. I told my grandfather that I was lookin’ for Baarbie, and honestly, he ain’t even like him that much. But my abuelo always said family came first. I guess after being a shit father to his kids, he was tryin’ to make up for it with his grandkids.

The problem was, er’body in the family wasn’t worth saving.

“Thanks, bruh. I owe you one.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he said. “Rev was like a brother to me, too. The Baarbie we knew ain’t there no more. The past is memories we shouldn’t be holdin’ onto any damn way. Do what you gotta do, cuz.”

Mekhi wasn’t the kind of guy who let many people in, especially since our family was so complicated. But with Rev? He’d let him in right away. But that’s the kind of man Rev was. He made others feel seen.

We wrapped up a few more details and I ended the call before getting dressed silently since Ri was still passed out in my bed from all the stimulating orgasms after getting fucked so fully by all three of us.

With her currently resting peacefully, now was the time to handle this shit once and for all. My rage had already resurfaced like a good friend who lived next door and was never too far away.

I found Titan sitting in the living room cleaning his pistol, and Storm by the bar sipping dark liquor while looking at something on his phone.

“We found Baarbie.”

Titan’s head snapped up, his eyes going sharp. “Where?”

“Rehab clinic in Fort Lauderdale.”

Storm took another slow sip of his drink, then set his glass down. “So what’s the move?”

“We pay him a visit.” I looked at them both. “Tonight.”

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