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His face goes to my breast and he kisses the top, licking my skin before pulling the cup down. His mouth goes to my nipple and he sucks and bites gently.
I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter than I am right now. Jesus Christ, I could explode. Quickly, he sits up, moving us on the couch so he is on top. He kisses my stomach before undoing my jeans. I bite my lip as he slides them off of me. Danny runs his eyes up my body, and I feel extremely shy.
“Did you fuck my brother earlier?”
I narrow my eyes. “What? No.”
“Why were you upstairs then?” he questions.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Deathly,” he says.
“I didn’t sleep with Samuel, Danny. I’ve never slept with anyone.”
A crease forms in his brow as he shakes his head. “Wait? What? And you’re choosing to sleep with me?”
“Well, I was,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But you just fucked that up.” I sit up, exhaling as I grab my shirt from the floor.
“Wait,” he says. “Shit, I didn’t mean to make us stop.”
“You just insinuated I was a slut, Danny. You think I’d fuck your brother and then sleep with you on the same day?” I pull my tank top over my head and pick my jeans up, sliding them back up.
“Fuck, Bexley. I’m sorry.”
“Wow, Danny O’Brien apologizing. That’s something,” I say sarcastically. I reach over and grab my long-sleeve button-up from the back of the couch. “Will you take me back to my car?”
He runs his hand down his face. “It’s late. Just stay here.”
“My uncle will have a fit. I need to get home before he calls the cops.”
“Fine,” he groans, getting off the couch and grabbing his hoodie. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Fifteen
Bones
Three days missing
I wiggle my wrists again, wincing. I feel the blood dripping down the palm of my hand from trying to free myself but failing continuously. Through my blindfold, I can see the light again, so I know we’ve been here for at least three or four days. It’s hard to tell, though, and I have no way of knowing how long I was unconscious to begin with.
I have no idea what this guy is planning, but the fact he threatens to take everything from me has me questioning what has already been taken. And I’m afraid Bexley may be right to assume this is all my fault. For some reason, this man wants to ruin me, and she’s been caught in the crossfire.
And so has my family.
There’s no fucking way this man could know me or else he wouldn’t have done this.
I’ve been rubbing the blindfold against my shoulder and slowly it’s starting to loosen. A knife I always carry rests on my hip, covered by my shirt. If I could see better, maybe I could get these zip ties off somehow.
My head still pounds, and sleep wavers on and off. We’re both groggy and hungry. The stranger comes back only to feed us, to give us water, and to let us relieve ourselves. The first time he let me loose so I could piss, I made a move. I got some good hits in and almost had him knocked out, until he punched me in the ribs, and I bent over in agony. The second time, he kept a gun pointed at me and has ever since.
He doesn’t talk, no matter how hard I try to get him to, and he doesn’t linger. My mind is overrun with thoughts of now, thoughts of the past, thoughts of her. I’m one hundred percent sure Moretti has a crew searching for me, and when they find me, whoever this man is, he will die. Because my boys don’t play, we have each other’s backs and years of trust among the three of us. They will come.
And when they do, God help this motherfucker.
Chapter Sixteen
Danny
