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My face hardens as I think of how Anthony is still walking around a free man. He dishes out pain and suffering like he’s a fucking sadistic Santa Claus. He takes what he wants because he believes he’s untouchable—invincible even.

He doesn’t get to feel safe. He doesn’t get to live life carefree.

He’ll feel my vengeance soon enough. My wrath will no longer be hidden behind veils in the shadows. Anthony is the one who should be plagued with nightmares and fearful of every person he meets.

“He’ll be cold and six feet under soon.”

CHAPTER 22

SPENCER

Apparently, my recent kidnapping means nothing to Joey because he puts me through hell. Squat jumps, burpees, mountain climbers, planks. By the time I’m done, I’m drenched in sweat and smell like a locker room. I’m sure my face is redder than a damn red flag.

The guys do their own workouts and look like fucking Greek gods when they’re done. Their sculpted bodies next to my wet dog look must look like a comical juxtaposition.

Whatever higher power is in charge is having a good laugh.

The run back to my apartment is more relaxed, but I’m still a gross mess of fetid aroma, and my face is still so red that I could be the new campaign for Target.

When we get through the door, I literally stick my head in the freezer, and my action is met with snickers.

I raise my hand in the air with a certain finger pointed in their direction. “Laugh it up. See what it gets you later.”

A pair of hands slap my ass, causing me to yelp.

“You can stand like this all day, Mama. I’m enjoying the view.”

My panties flood with arousal, and my pussy pulses with need. Rio doesn’t give me any room to move when I standupright. With my hair up, he has easy access to my neck, and he takes full advantage by kissing his way down to my shoulder. I moan when he drags his teeth over the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.

When I’m ready to turn around and ride him right there in the middle of the kitchen, Rio takes a step back, turning to Zane. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Come help me wash?”

Zane gives Rio and me a mischievous smile. “Absolutely.”

Rio leads the way to my bedroom with a smug look on his face, and Zane walks with his arm around Rio. He pulls Rio into his side and nips at Rio’s neck.

I become flushed watching their interaction and rub my thighs together, but the ache in my core is persistent.

Asher stands behind me, lining his body with mine, and runs his hands down my sides to my hips. “I think that was an invitation, Princess,” he whispers seductively in my ear.

“But . . . shouldn’t they have some time to themselves?”

“If they wanted to be alone, they wouldn’t have announced where they were going,” Asher reasons.

The water in my shower turns on, and the image of Zane’s and Rio’s slick, wet bodies up against each other flashes in my mind.

“I suggest you get your cute little ass in there before they finish without you.”

My mouth opens and closes. “Um—I—Uh?—”

He smacks my ass with a chuckle and turns to the fridge, gathering ingredients to make himself a sandwich.

On unsteady feet, I tread toward the bathroom. Zane’s moans meet my ears as I get closer, and my skin prickles with anticipation.

What if they don’t want me here? What if Asher was wrong?

All anxious thoughts leave me at the sight before me, and a desperate need radiates through my body.

Through the glass of the shower door, I can see Rio on his knees in front of Zane, moving his head back and forth. I watch as Zane’s hard cock slides in and out of Rio’s mouth. Rio hollows his cheeks as he pulls back and uses his tongue to slide along the underside of Zane’s length.

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