to warm up to the idea. Still, she never asked me to stop paying, either.
“She got Finn a kitten?” Maverick is saying, arching a brow, his tattooed face particularly sinister like that.
He scrubs a hand over his face like he’s tired, drops it by his side, and I catch sight of my wife’s fucking name on his hand.
I swear to God, one day I just might cut it off.
I nod, vaguely remembering Julie texting me some shit about that. A white kitten. There was a photo.
I didn’t give a fuck.
“What about it?” I ask, waiting for him to get to the goddamn point. I can’t even take care of my wife, no way in fuck am I taking in a kitten.
“It’s dead,” Mav says, his tone emotionless. “The head was found on her doorstep.”
Ophelia gasps, her hands flying to her face as Mav turns on his heel and walks down the hallway, and I hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs.
My blood runs cold, my eyes closed tight as I think about it.
The possibilities.
Could be a fucking coincidence. Nothing at all.
Except for the fact Julie lives in Acid City, which is the middle of fucking nowhere Virginia. She keeps to herself since her break up with Finley. I don’t know much about her anymore, but I know she’s a good mom.
She wouldn’t make enemies that would do something like that.
But me? The Unsaints? The 6? We fucking would.
I can’t breathe.
All I can see is the letter in my head.
We both know that as of now, I’m the best place for her and the child.
Oh, you thought Lucifer’s psychotic break was a 6 secret?
I have eyes everywhere.
I can promise you if that happens again, you won’t need me to wait for Noctem.
Pedicabo vos et irrumabo.
All I can hear is Maverick telling me she’s gone.
She’s gone.
She’s. Fucking. Gone.
Ella’s mouth is on my neck, and I’m in the bed of an upstairs room in a house I’ve never seen before, staring up at the ceiling but I take in nothing.
Nothing.
Ella leans back, sitting on her heels, on top of me, and she unbuttons her white shirt with sure, quick fingers.
Maverick is on his knees beside the small bed, one hand going to my throat, his fingers tightening around my neck. He leans down toward me as tears blur my eyes, and his mouth is over mine. “She had to go,” he whispers, his breath against my lips. “She had to go, but she’ll be back, Luce. She loves you so much.” His mouth comes over mine and I part my lips for him, tasting marijuana on his tongue.
I groan against his mouth, my hands on his shoulders, wanting to push him away. To hate him for betraying me. For letting him take her, but I don’t want to breathe. To feel. I just want to taste him.
Ella is on her hands and knees over me, her fingers going to the button of my pants and my instinct is to break her fucking hand.
That’s not hers.
I’m not hers.
I’m not fucking hers.
But Maverick moves his hand from my throat, instead pins my arms over my head as he pulls away. I bite his lip, wanting him back as I taste blood in my mouth. But he gets away, glares down at me, blocking Ella from view as she pulls down my zipper, my boxers, my pants, just to my knees.
My throat feels tight as her slender fingers circle around my dick, and I look at Mav, narrowing my eyes, but I’m not fighting Ella, and we both know it.
“We need to find her,” I whisper, my words hoarse.
Ella strokes me, her grip firm. Skillful.
I bite my lip and let my eyes flutter closed as Mav keeps my arms pinned down to the mattress. I inhale his scent; leather, and marijuana, and something else too. The underground of this house. Where she left.
She left.
“We need to fucking find her—”
But Ella’s mouth is on my cock, and my words are drowned out in a groan even as I try to sit up, straining against Maverick’s grip.
“That’s it,” Mav whispers against my ear, tightening his hold. He nudges my head to the side with his nose and bites my ear lobe. A shudder runs through me as Ella deep throats my cock and I hear her choking on it. “Just relax, Luce. Okay? Just relax. Let my girl take care of you.”
My back arches, and I bite my lip hard enough to taste my own blood. It feels