I looked at him. “Because you don’t know?”

  He grinned, but it didn’t meet his eyes. “I know.”

  But he couldn’t tell me. His response was extremely vague.

  “But you aren’t …” I paused, unsure of how to say this. “You don’t go and … kill people.”

  He looked down at his drink. “Some people need to be killed.”

  I swallowed hard. “Who does the killing?”

  He shrugged. “Depends.”

  “I mean, is it Blaise? Garrett?”

  “Whoever needs to.”

  “You?”

  He took another drink, then looked at me. “Whoever needs to,” he repeated.

  Oh God. He couldn’t be serious.

  “My mom—”

  “Will know before she returns,” he said.

  So, she hadn’t known when she left. I tried to imagine how she would react to this. Mom liked new things. She was a thrill seeker. I had a feeling she was going to find this a thrill.

  “Dad is going to propose to Fawn. If she says yes, then you are under our protection. You can’t leave and just travel around. You won’t be safe. We have enemies and people who would use you to get to Dad. To us. You leave here, and it becomes a problem for us.”

  I shook my head. That was crazy.

  “I’m supposed to live here?” I asked.

  He nodded. “You would get to be with your mom.”

  “Garrett can’t tell me where to live.”

  “Do you like living in a camper? Do you like not having somewhere to call home? Is that really what you want to do? This isn’t a bad life.” He sounded frustrated.

  “The camper is all we had, but we were together. I didn’t mind it. I had my mom. That’s all that mattered. But I just can’t move in here and live off my mom’s new husband.”

  “Then, you can get a job. Dad will give you one. But when he marries your mother, he takes on responsibility for her and her family. That’s the way he sees it. You become his responsibility.”

  I had to stand up. Move. Something. I felt restless. This was overwhelming. How had I gone from worrying about Tyde to now being owned by the Mafia? I was not my mother. I did not like twists and turns.

  Pacing back and forth, I tried to think through every aspect of what all this meant. There was still the chance my mom would say no. But seeing the look on her face in the photos, I doubted it. Even if her future husband was a Mafia boss. That was just weird to even think.

  “Lollipop, if you don’t want fucked, you’re gonna have to stop walking back and forth in front of me in that damn bikini.”

  I stopped and looked at Trev. His eyes were on my body. Problem was, I did want fucked. By him. However, this was not a good time.

  “What about Tyde? He’s not going to stop trying to get to me.”

  Trev’s eyes snapped up to mine. There was a frightening gleam in them that took me aback. “Yes, he will.”

  “No, he won’t.”

  “No, Lollipop, he won’t. He got caught the last attempt he made to get on this property.”

  I stared at him, waiting for more, afraid to ask what that meant. He continued to watch me but said nothing. I felt like this was a test, and I didn’t like it.

  “Does that mean he’s … dead?” I asked softly, unsure of how to handle that if he was. I didn’t harbor feelings for him, but I didn’t want him to die. Just go away.

  “Not yet.”

  Not yet?

  “What’s that mean?”

  Trev stood up, setting his glass on the table beside him. “It means he’s caught. Being held until we have all the information from him we need.”

  Trev took a step toward me.

  “Then, he gets … killed?”

  “Are you going to beg me for his life, Lollipop? Because if you do, he’ll die a much more brutal death. I’m wound up real damn tight right now after hearing him talk about fucking you.”

  “You talked to him?” I asked, horrified.

  What had Tyde said about us? I knew the things he used to call me and accuse me of. The thought that he’d said all that to Trev made me sick.

  “Unfortunately,” he said, closing the distance between us.

  I stared at his chest, afraid to look up and meet his eyes. I didn’t want to see anything in them that would hurt.

  “I’m not what he says I am. I only ever had sex with him.”

  “And me.” Trev’s voice lowered.

  His hand touched my waist, and I shivered.

  “And you.”

  “Take off the bottoms.”

  I tilted my head back to look up at him. All I saw in his eyes now was lust.

  “I need to get inside you. Get the bottoms off, or I’m tearing them off.”

  I liked the idea of him tearing them off, but I only had two swimsuits. I quickly took them off, then looked back up at him.

  He pointed to the lounger. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  Having sex right now wasn’t what we needed to be doing. I should be asking more questions. Figuring things out. But the demanding side of Trev was making everything else seem unimportant. I walked over and climbed onto the lounger, then looked back at him while he unzipped his shorts and shoved them down with his briefs. My gaze dropped to his full, erect length, and I licked my lips, thinking about how much I loved it in my mouth.

  “You can suck it later. Right now, I need to remind this pussy who it belongs to.”

  My eyes swung back up to his. We both knew my pussy didn’t belong to him. At least not long-term. Maybe while this lasted, it did. It made me hot when he said it, so I didn’t argue.

  His hand came down on my ass hard, and I cried out.

  “Do you like to be spanked, Lollipop?”

  “Yes,” I panted. “More.”

  He did it again.

  “Harder, Trev. Spank me harder,” I begged.

  “You want me to punish you?” he asked as his palm hit my now-tender butt. “For letting that bastard have this pussy. He didn’t fucking deserve it.” He was spanking me harder now. I could hear his heavy breathing. “Thinking about him getting to touch you. Fuck you. Makes me so goddamn furious that I want to make him suffer.”

  Trev’s hands grabbed my hips, and he slammed into me with one hard thrust. “FUCK, this pussy is soaking wet. Did spanking do this to you?”

  “Yes, and your words,” I said, looking at him over my shoulder.

  He slid out slowly, then pressed back inside of me, hitting that magical place that I loved. “You got wet because I’m ready to fucking kill a man for touching you?”

  Not the kill part, that concerned me, but hearing him talk like that while inside of me was a turn-on. I moaned loudly. What was wrong with me?

  He laughed and grabbed my hair in his fist, pulling my head back. “Did he come in this pussy?” His voice was angry.

  Why was he asking me that? I didn’t want to talk about that with him.

  “DID HE COME IN MY PUSSY?!” he roared.

  “Yes,” I cried.

  Trev began thrusting into me hard and fast. “I’m going to fill this cunt up with so much of my cum that you forget anyone else’s was ever there.”

  “Yes! Please!” I begged. “I just want your cum. All of it. I want to feel it filling me up. Over and over again.”

  “Keep talking with that dirty little mouth,” he groaned.

  “His dick didn’t stretch me like yours. It didn’t hit that place deep inside me that feels incredible. I love how your big dick barely fits inside of me. I can feel it pulse.” I stopped talking as my climax hit me and cried out, my body shaking with each tremor.

  Trev’s body spasmed behind me, and then he locked up just before his cock jerked inside me. “FUUUCK! Take it!” he growled.

  “Yes. It feels so good. I want to have it leaking in my panties the rest of the day. Give it all to me.”

  I pressed back onto him, and his fingers dug into my skin.

  “Goddamn,” he muttered as his dick continued to throb inside of me. Trev ran his hand over my butt gently. “I think I left marks.”

  “Good.”

  When his eyes met mine, he grinned. My favorite kind. The Trev grin that had drawn me in the first time I saw him.

  “I should have left my teeth marks on it. I owe you several bite marks.”

  I wiggled my bottom at him while he was still buried inside of me.

  His eyes darkened. “I’ve got to go check on things. Don’t start that.”

  I bit down on my bottom lip, and he pulled out of me with a groan.

  “Lie on your back and open your legs. I want to see my cum leaking out of your pussy before I go. That bastard will start talking again, and I need this image in my head to keep me calm.”

  I turned over, opening my legs for him, then did a little squeeze with my vaginal walls to make the cum seep out. Trev watched as he pulled his pants back up. I slipped a finger down to play with it.

  “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, then said, “Rub it around.”

  I took some and coated my lips and clit, then lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked.

  His eyes flared. “Damn, you should come with a warning label.”

  I laughed, then closed my legs and sat up. If I kept doing this, I would need to get off again.

  Trev tossed me my bottoms. “Get covered up. I don’t want anyone seeing you like that.”

  His phone started ringing, and his expression immediately changed. “I’ve got to go. I’ll be back later.”

  Was he going to see Tyde? I wanted to ask, but I was afraid of the answer.

  “Okay.”

  Twenty-Three

  Trev

  Stepping down into the underground, I was calmer than when I had left. Gypsi had helped that more than the whiskey had. Gage’s evil laugh rang through the tunnel. He loved this shit. There was no way Shiloh, his girlfriend, knew how fucked up he was. She was so damn nice and normal.

  I entered the room Blaise was keeping the bastard in and saw his blood had dried on his face. His pallor wasn’t good. Probably from all the blood loss. I didn’t give a fuck.

  Blaise turned to me. “Sax is on his way. This will be good training for him. He needs to see more of this side. We’ll wait on him.”

  Sax was not ready for this, but that wasn’t my decision to make. Levi and Gage were both here already. Kye must still be holding Six in a cell for Blaise.

  “What did Liam say?” I asked him.

  “What about Liam?” Tyde asked with a snarl.

  Blaise glanced at him, then back at me. “He doesn’t know about the Liam connection.”

  “Liam will come for me.” He sounded so sure that I wanted to laugh.

  Blaise ignored him. “He said to do what we needed to. Apparently, Timothy here has been an issue. Liam wasn’t happy about what happened to Gypsi.”

  “What the fuck did that bitch say?”

  I stalked past my brother, and this time, he didn’t stop me.

  I was almost in Tyde’s face when Gage stepped up to me, holding out a knife. “This is more fun.”

  I looked down at it, then snatched it from him and held it to Tyde’s neck. “You don’t get to talk about her.”

  “Don’t slice his throat just yet. That takes away the fun of it,” Gage drawled.

  “We are waiting on Sax,” Blaise reminded me.

  The bastard who had touched Gypsi glared back at me. The hatred in his eyes showed no fear. He didn’t care that he was going to die, or he truly thought Liam would save him. I wanted him to know who we were. Who Gypsi would be. Where she belonged now. But I held my tongue until Sax arrived. I didn’t trust myself not to react now that I had a weapon in my hand.

  “You need some guidance,” Gage said beside me. “Watch and learn.”

  I looked at him as he stepped up to Tyde and got in his face.

  “You know where Trev has been?” he asked, smiling. “He left here and went to Gypsi. Made sure to fuck her nice and hard. She was up in that big house, screaming his name.”

  Tyde yanked on the chains, growling, and then he spit in Gage’s face. Gage’s maniacal laugh even freaked me out. He wiped it off his face, then reached down and grabbed the guy’s balls and twisted while Tyde screamed.

  “What part of we are waiting on Sax do you two not understand?” Blaise asked, clearly annoyed.

  Gage grinned, stepping back and letting go. “Sorry, boss.”

  “Shit,” Sax said as he stepped into the room.

  His eyes were on Tyde, and I could see the horror there. I had known he wasn’t ready for this. I had at least been exposed to it throughout my life. He hadn’t. He didn’t live with Garrett.

  “Finally,” Gage said, walking over to Sax and slapping him on the back. “Come on, Sax. Time for a lesson. Have a seat.” He pointed at the stool. “You’ll probably need it.”

  Sax walked over, glancing at me with the knife, then at Tyde. I felt sorry for him. He was too damn soft for this. He was already slightly pale, and I haven’t even gotten started.

  “This is Timothy. Also known as Tyde. He is a member of The Judgment. He was caught coming onto our property in an attempt to get to Gypsi. He had dated her when she lived in Miami. Thinks he has some claim on her because he took her virginity. During their relationship, he abused her verbally and physically. After she moved to Ocala, he began stalking her. Until he stalked her here.

  “Since my father-in-law is the president of The Judgment, I called him out of respect, but Tyde here signed his death certificate the moment he came on my land. However, after verbally attacking Gypsi’s character and pissing Trev the fuck off, he now gets a much more brutal death. There. You are caught up.” Blaise finished his explanation to Sax but had been watching Tyde’s face just to enjoy the moment he found out that Liam was Blaise’s father-in-law.

  “Trev,” Blaise said, “he’s yours.”

  Tyde was still fucking furious as he glared at me. As I looked at Sax’s face and the horror in his eyes, it was harder to get my head back in a space to do this. I wasn’t Gage. I couldn’t just flip a switch. We stood there, staring at each other, while he already had one foot in the grave. I was worried about Sax seeing this.

  “Can’t let distractions fuck with your head,” Blaise said behind me. He knew Sax being here to witness this was bothering me.

  “You sure you took Gypsi’s virginity? Didn’t feel like much of a cock when I grabbed it. Doubt you could have broken a hymen with that worm,” Gage said before lighting a cigarette.

  “My fucking dick was big enough to make her scream. She craved it! Begged me to fuck her. I couldn’t get her off my damn cock; she wanted it so bad. Crazy freak—”

  I stabbed his thigh, and he stopped talking and groaned. I owed Gage one. That had been all I needed. Rage had come rushing back, taking over my thoughts as he spewed shit I did not want to hear.

  “She’s not a freak,” I hissed in his face.

  “She making you choke her yet?” he asked.

  I took the blade and ran it from his chin up to his ear with one hard swipe. He winced and closed his eyes for a minute.

  Leaning close to him, I whispered, “While I’m pumping her full of my cum.”

  He jerked again, but he was weaker. He barely swayed this time. I took the knife and gave him a matching mark on the other side of his face.

  “She’s leaking my cum right now,” I told him, enjoying the way his eyes glared at me with fury.

  “He’s got a pierced nipple. I can see it through his shirt,” Gage said to me.

  Taking the blade, I sliced his shirt open, then cut off his nipple while he howled. Had Gypsi liked that? Licked it? Bit it? Jealousy thumped inside my chest. There was no other name for it.

  “She loved that thing,” he said in a low, strangled voice, as if he had known what I was thinking.

  “Can’t say I give a fuck,” I replied, then sliced off his other nipple.

  I reached for my shirt and jerked it off. I wanted him to see the bite marks on my chest. Know that I loved her fucking kinks. I laughed as his eyes flared with loathing.

  “Those are just from last night and today,” I said, smirking at him.

  “You let her bite you.” His voice was raspy now as he struggled to talk. “I’ve got her name tattooed on my back.” Then, he sneered at me.

  I walked around him and found Gypsi’s name in the center of his back in a fancy script and a tiara hanging off the letter G. Scowling at it, I tightened my grip on the knife.

  “She loved when I called her princess.”

  “She’s not a princess. She’s a fucking Lollipop,” I growled, then began cutting her name off his body while he jerked, wailing and gasping for air.

  Blood was all over my hand when I was finished. I stepped back as his head fell forward, as he was no longer able to hold it up. He was still breathing.

  Gage clapped, and I looked over at him. He was grinning with the cigarette in his teeth.

  “Fucking badass,” he said. Then, his eyes took in the bite marks on my chest. “Damn, Trev. Gypsi has teeth.”

  “You let her bite you like that?” Levi asked, grinning at me. “I might need to teach you how to use a belt to whip that ass. She’s a little firecracker, and firecrackers need taming.”

  “Trev is a damn freak. Y’all think I’m the psycho, and he’s the one choking out his stepsister while fucking her and letting her bite the shit out of him,” Gage drawled. “I think he’s my hero.”

  Levi started laughing.

  “She’s not my stepsister,” I pointed out.

  “Yet,” he shot back at me.

  Blaise stepped forward, and I met his gaze.

  “You gonna finish it? Or we gonna talk about your sex life?” he asked me.