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“Leave, Pom. Before your actions have consequences.”

He breathes fire across my neck and goosebumps scatter like sparks across my skin.

Then his tongue follows, slow and unhurried, dragging heat where there should be fury.

I should be stunned.

Offended.

Flat-out furious.

But my traitorous brain?

It skips right past the threat, zeroes in on one tiny, totally irrelevant detail.

Pom?

Why the hell does he keep calling me that?

A strong finger traces the seam of my skirt, glides between my cheeks—a flashpoint so sharp and electric it short-circuits whatever moral compass I have left.

My what-the-actual-fuck meter goes full tilt.

Fuck. I can’t breathe.

I am not turned on.

I am not. Turned. On.

“He’ll fuck you in the ass, little girl. Literally and figuratively.” He trails a finger over the rim of my ass, driving the point home. Yet it takes every ounce of willpower to remind myself I’m not that kind of girl.

At least… I don’t think I’m that kind of girl.

And I sure as fuck didn’t come here to get fingered like a malfunctioning elevator button.

I came for answers.

And I’m about to get them.

CHAPTER 49

Riley

Answers.

I chant it like a mantra. This is what I want. Why I’m here.

I’m seconds from unraveling—and I hate myself that much more for it.

I’m here for one reason, and one reason only.

To free my sister.

To un-marry her from the mob.

Delivering the D’Angelos to the Feds? Just a cherry on top.

I can do this.

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