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“Mason,” she moans against my mouth.
I groan out my own reply. “Lucian, you’re killing me!” My hands over the swells of her tits that are straining against her tank top. I can see her nipples pebble under her thin bra she’s wearing.
Seeing her in her skin like this, is something I never imagined. I fucking love it that she’s comfortable with me enough to show me her body like this. Her gang tattoos are visible in the light. The scars that mar her arms are also glistening in the natural lighting.
She giggles a little. “If I was your domme right now, I would have you on your knees.”
My dick jumps against her pussy. “But isn’t it so much nicer with me touching you? Me touching you on your sexy tits, me feeling your body as I make you writhe from my fingers. I know you like it just as much as I do.”
Before she can answer me, there is a knock on the door.
“Someone better be dying!” She whispers harshly as she walks to her room in the apartment.
I watch her as she walks away. Her hips sway in a different way from the first time I saw her. I know she’s liking being touched and played with just like I do.
I reach down to tuck my dick into the waistband of my jeans to make my boner less noticeable.
“Open up!” Someone yells from the door. “I know you’re in there!”
Jesus!
In a matter of seconds, I’m opening the door to Ralf’s ugly face. My cock was rock hard from Lucian grinding on it and now he’s deflating.
“Get Lucian. I think we found Raul.”
Lucian’s running over to us at full speed. “What the fuck you mean you think you find him?”
Lucian’s footsteps sound like thunder as she runs down the hall at hearing the news. She won’t admit it, but I’m sure she’s happy to have this fucker gone so she can get her gang back.
In the end, I’m not her. The people won’t respect me like they would her.
How come in the back of my head I’m worried that once she gets her position back, she’ll be done with me?
Ralf’s pacing the kitchen before sitting on one of the dining room chairs. He rubs his hand down his face before sharing the news. “One of my connects found him. He’s living in one of the ‘burbs.”
“Which ‘burb?” I ask. There are a ton of suburbs around Detroit.
“Looks like he’s in Farmington Hills. Not too far from here. Want to hear the best part?” Ralf asks.
Lucian waves her hand in the air to get him to hurry up. “What?”
“He’s living with his mama.”
“What the fuck?” Lucian blurts.
“Yeah… He’s been living with his mama since you died. She’s been hiding him and hiding everything he’s smuggled in.”
“Well, this just got interesting,” I murmur. “I gotta go. I have that run tonight.”
My plan is formulating and I hope it works out. Failure isn’t an option.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lucian
I have been dead for a little less than two weeks and I can’t handle it anymore. I’m not meant to be on the sidelines watching everyone do my job for me. I’m getting antsy.
Plus, I’m about to stab Ralf and Katie for being in my shit constantly. The only good thing about my days being locked up in here is seeing Mason. I never thought I would actually like the domesticated bliss of a life, but I’m digging it.
