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“Oh god! Oh Jace!” Her next orgasm began to build. Her inner muscles gripped my dick hard and then released in a series of spasms before gripping me all over again. My orgasm mimicked hers, building to match it, my whole body hoping and begging for her to come so I could too.

She faltered. A sure sign she was close. My dick twitched, ready for action. “Yes!” she gasped, then froze. I slammed upward into her pussy, forcing the muscles to widen and accept me back inside.

That’s when she started screaming and coming all over me.

“Jace! Oh my god, Jace!”

I grabbed her hips and fucked her from below, arching upward and pulling her down onto my cock as hard as I could. She kept screaming as my orgasm barreled down and exploded inside her, shouting even louder. The release brought relief and a fresh wave of euphoria.

Sam collapsed on my chest, kissing me everywhere, my cock still twitching inside her. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

I laughed. “Seems good things come in threes tonight.”

3

“How much longer do we have to wait for the shoe to drop?” Home Run itched his neck as he spoke. We were having lunch in my kitchen back on Calusa Key. My house had defaulted to being our safe house even though it was out of the way. At least the ride was nice. The fresh air, sun, and rumble of the road calmed me down almost as much as my orgasm the night before.

I swallowed down my bit of Italian sub and took a swig of water before responding. “It’s gonna be a little longer, unfortunately.”

“It’s just…shit feels fragile these days, what with Sam and having to suddenly grow the Red Wrath Security out of the blue. I don’t know. I guess I feel like we’re more vulnerable than ever.”

Riddick frowned at his sandwich but didn’t say anything, which meant he agreed.

My friends, like Sam, only thought I whispered information in the FBI’s ear. They didn’t know how deep in I was. Or that Steel wanted more. “I get it. I do. I’m exhausted. But nothing has changed. Our assets are still separate and in place so that when Todd goes down, he only takes his shit with him. We still step into the void and go fully legit. Growing the security company only helps us.”

“You’re sure?” Riddick rasped. His voice seemed to be getting rougher by the day. Probably lack of sleep and long nights.

“Oh I’m sure. There are three things I know in this world: money, Todd, and Sam. The money is safe, I know exactly what Todd is doing, and Sam is everything.” The guys traded a glance. I didn’t blame them. No relationship survived Devil’s Wrath. The price was too high. “Tell me about the new guy.”

“He’s Todd’s through and through,” Storm said. “Fucking psychopath.”

“Like he’s an asshole or—”

Storm put his hand up. “I mean an actual psychopath. Or something along those lines. Goes by Knife because that’s his weapon of choice. Cut up a bunch of Pythons at the raid. Painted his skin with their blood. He loved it.”

Jesus. “Okay. So he stays outside the circle.”

Riddick shifted. “Absolutely. You need to understand, he’s seriously dangerous. You or me, when we do what we got to do, we don’t like it. Even when we box it up, before we do it, we have that moment, you know? We feel it. We know we done wrong. Not this guy. He feels nothing. Regrets nothing. It’s like hurting and killing makes him happy.”

Of course Todd recruited him. Probably loved him. “Can we get rid of him?”

“Don’t think so,” Home Run said. “But you know I’ll keep my eye out for an opportunity.”

“Don’t second guess it.” I balled up my wrapper and tossed it into the trash. “Kill or be killed.”

Everyone wrapped the counter with their knuckles twice. The price is your soul had a new meaning for us these days. If we fucked up, it cost us everything.

We spent the next few minutes reviewing Sam’s security, discussing possible changes and weaknesses.

Storm scowled at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?”

He pointed at me with his chin. “You’ve got a look on your face. Like you’ve got a bad feeling.”

Did I? I thought back through everything we just said and realized there was something in the back of my mind that didn’t quite fit.

How far are you willing to go, Jace?

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