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He lifted me my thick voluptuous body like I weighed nothing, carrying me to his bedroom. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us away from the horror waiting outside. He set me on the edge of the bed, then dropped to his knees in front of me.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. "Let me make you forget."

His fingers hooked into my panties, dragging them down slowly. The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver. But then his mouth was on me, hot and demanding, and I couldn't think about anything else.

"Oh God," I gasped, fingers ran over his deep waves as his tongue worked magic between my legs. He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body.

He ate me like a man starved, like I was his last meal before war. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, givinghim better access. I fell back on my elbows, hips rolling against his face as he devoured me.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against my slick flesh. "Give it all to me."

The tension that had been coiled tight in my belly finally snapped. I came with a cry, back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He didn't stop, working me through it until I was trembling and oversensitive.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening, eyes wild. "I ain't done with you yet," he promised, standing to strip off his clothes.

I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he revealed all that dark tatted skin and muscle. My body was already aching for him again, needing more. Needing everything.

He crawled over me, settling between my thighs. "You mine," he said, voice fierce. "No matter what happens with Havoc, with any of this shit—you mine."

"Yes," I whispered, pulling him down for a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, and it made me moan.

He pushed inside me slowly, both of us groaning at the connection. For a moment, we just stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air.

Then he started to move, and the world outside ceased to exist. There was only us, only this moment where death couldn't touch us. Where betrayal was just a word and not a knife in our backs.

"I love you," I gasped as he drove deeper, harder.

"Love you too," he growled, burying his face in my neck. "So fuckin' much."

We came apart together, clinging to each other like survivors of a shipwreck. And maybe that's what we were. Maybe that's all anyone could be in this life. Just trying to stay afloat while the waves tried to drag us under.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin. Reality was already creeping back in at the edges, but I pushed it away. Just for a few more minutes.

"We gon' get through this," Riot said quietly, fingers tracing patterns on my bare shoulder. "All of it."

I wanted to believe him. But somewhere in the city, Havoc had Rollo. My brother had ruined The King’s Vine reputation. And me and Irina no longer had family.

Chapter 55

RIOT

Steam curled from my mug, but it didn’t do shit to thaw the rage sitting in my chest. I was still pissed and worried about Rollo. And now that I knew that my brother was the one plotting against me, I was out of control. I couldn’t wait to kill that worthless piece of shit. And now that we had those laptops, I was gonna find out more information and get to him before he could do further damage.

I sat at the dining table, the first laptop open in front of me. Creed sat across from me, arms folded staring at the back of the computer with a tired glare. He’d gotten up early this morning so that we could get to the bottom of this.

Finally, I had managed to crack one of the laptops. It belonged to someone named Mimi Jackson. That must’ve been his lil girlfriend or some shit. He never brought anyone around us and I never cared to dig into his business. Nigga, always been a little weird.

But there she was right there in front of me. I had access to the Apple ID, the email trail, the backup files. Everything sheever saved, screenshotted, or typed lived in that machine like a graveyard of bad decisions.

Photos. Notes. Shopping receipts. Fake names. Voice memos.

But what stopped me cold were the iMessage threads.

I was scrolling out of habit until I saw it:

Mimi: I need you to help avenge my sister. Malia and her child would still be alive if it weren’t for him.

Havoc: I got you babe. I swear.

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