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“We just want her safe,” I said in a flat tone.
Maverick finally looked at me.
“Fine, then I will teach her,” she said, before walking away.
“Thank you,” I muttered.
“What was that?” she yelled, with a Cheshire grin.
“You heard it,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, and I’ll make sure you remember it forever,” she cackled.
I shook my head as I went to wash my hands, seeing the water turn from red to clear. I needed a shower, but I wanted my Doll first. The compound was quiet as I walked the dark hallways as everyone slept. I opened the door to Ally’s room to see Boogie kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed with her legs over his shoulders with her head thrown back, moaning his name.
Need curled in my abdomen seeing them together as I stripped out of my clothes slowly. Ally watched me through half-lidded eyes, one of her hands in Boogie's blond hair as she rolled her hips against his face. He moaned as she bit her lip looking over at me.
I walked to her quickly, threading my hands through her hair roughly and kissing her with a need to devour her as anxiety ran through my veins. Ally was mine, was ours, and no one would take what was ours. I would make her a queen and watch her destroy the world if that meant she was safe.
“Tell me you’re ours,” I growled against her lips, pulling her hair, needing to hear her say it.
“Yours,” she gasped. “Always yours.”
“Even in death, you will be ours,” I said, before kissing her to calm the storm brewing in my mind.
Chapter 11
Ally
My body still ached a few days after Boogie and King reminded me who I belonged to. I had bruises in the shapes of their hands and fingertips all over my body and at one point it felt like they were trying to make us one. It was like any amount of space between us was abhorrent.
I shivered from the memory as I walked to the car for a delivery with Arthur. This was going to be his working interview, and if this went well, I would bring him on to help me run deliveries and take on more of the drug related responsibilities.
“How are you feeling?” Lance asked as he joined me from the kitchen.
Maverick exited just after him and I couldn’t help the smirk.
“How are you feeling?” I raised a brow.
“Don’t start,” he deadpanned.
“I’m curious how the dynamic works,” I grinned.
“There is no dynamic,” he said, keeping a straight face.
“Oh, come on, Lance, ya gotta give me something,” I said, as he opened the door for me.
“There's nothing to give you,” he replied in a bored tone.
“Bullshit,” I said, pulling my blood-red jacket closer to me. “She looks at you like you’re her next meal.”
“She wishes I was her next meal,” he murmured.
“Wait.” I stopped holding onto his arm and looked him over.
He still looked like a college guy who walked in, a little innocent looking, but I knew there was a wild child in him. That’s why Lance was great to bring along to these meetings. They assumed he was useless, but I had seen him take down a few men with a lethality that no one saw coming as Maverick had started to train me for.
“Does she not bat for the right team?” I asked seriously.
