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picked up.” Fury laces her voice, like it burns in my veins, at her admission.
    I close the distance between us and get up in her face. “You pick up guys, tie them down, and fuck them?” I all but spit in her face in anger.
    “Says the guy who drugs a woman, strips her and ties her down, waits for her to wake up, and fucks her only to walk away. Any judgement left to throw at me, asshole?”
    She’s so fucking gorgeous when her eyes gleam with fire. I have no claim on her, but deep down I have to admit to the instinctual need to do just that. Ignoring that shocking thought, I ask the more important question.
    “How many?” My voice is stern, demanding an honest answer.
    She keeps her eyes locked with mine when she says, “Once a month, for the last four years.”
    Stepping away from her body, I spin around so she doesn’t see the disgust on my face. Hearing her footsteps walk away, I turn my head to see her grab a towel.
    “Just so you know, and I don’t have to say a fucking thing and I don’t fucking care if you believe me or not, but I never let them fuck me.” Her voice is lacking all emotion and somehow that bugs me even more than her words.
    I can’t help but lash out at her some more. “Yeah, that’s kind of hard to believe. Take them home, tie them up and then cut them loose. No guy would go along with that.”
    She flashes the towel and the tip hits my ass like a whip. Fuck . That’s sexy as fuck with her standing there, legs slightly parted and her brow furrowed.
    “I tie them up and give them pleasure. Without the use of my cunt and mouth, you fuck. No one has touched my pussy, ever . I’ve never wanted that, not since… Never fucking mind. Like I said; I couldn’t care less if you believe me or not.”
    With a look of disgust, she throws the towel on the ground and picks up a robe. After putting it on, she walks out of the room, leaving me to wonder what the fuck happened to her when she mentioned not since… since what? Fuck. I need to know. Wait… no one touched her pussy? Ever?

Chapter Three
     
    I’m going to keep this one.
     
    ***Justice***
     
    Asshole. Arrogant, judgmental piece of… piece of… hotness. Dammit. I need to get away from him. Things can only go from bad to worse. Okay, I admit he is hot, sexy, and an extremely good kisser. I can’t even start to describe what he can do with his cock but let me just mention that shit is magical.
    Besides, I’m the head of a gang and so is he. There’s no way any good can come from two gangs bumping into each other. Although I guess it’s more considered humping each other. Ah, semantics.
    Walking back into the bedroom, I look around for my clothes. Feeling someone behind me, I whirl around. Ford’s eyes are on me and I can read the apology in them. Before he can say one word, I cut him off. “Don’t you fucking dare try to smooth things over. Now where the fuck are my clothes and my phone?”
    Ignoring my words and with that my anger, he simply replies, “I only indulge four times a year and like you, I don’t fuck them. Ever.”
    I take a step in his direction. “Save your breath for someone who cares. Now, where are…”
    There’s a knock on the door and a guy is standing in the doorway. Black tailored suit and spikey dark hair. Brown eyes and a two-day scruff.
    A cigarette hangs from the corner of his mouth and it bounces while he speaks. “Sorry Boss, but I need a word.”
    “Not now, Yegor.” Ford says dismissively.
    “Yes, now. Shit has turned bad, we need to…” He looks around Ford and his eyes find me. “Like I said, a word in private, please. Or is she like the good fifty percent so I can speak freely?”
    Fuck. It all clicks in my mind. Syringe to the neck. Naked, strapped on the bed. My clothes and phone gone. Indulges four times a year. The good fifty percent so he can speak freely. He fucking kills these women . Just like me, I could add but I need to focus on the situation I’m in right