Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six

LUCILLE

Rolling over, I reach out for Theron. The bed is not only empty but also cold, which means he’s been out of it for a while. Especially since it’s not cold in the condo. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stand and then use the bathroom before I go in search of him.

He isn’t hard to find. I can hear his voice—and another’s—carry through the condo. It’s Vaughn, and I make sure to be as quiet as possible. I’m eavesdropping, but I need to know what Vaughn is telling him if it’s about me.

“So, we have nothing?” Theron growls.

“The phone gave us absolutely nothing. Burner to burner, which I assumed, but I’d hoped to get something from it.”

“What about their houses?” Theron demands.

“Nothing,” Vaughn snaps. “Absolutely fucking nothing. Ravet is still in the wind, and it’s pissing me off that we can’t find a single shred of evidence that he’s even alive, aside from the murmurings of his name.”

Pressing my lips together, I breathe out of my nose and pinch my eyes closed. I should be happy that they don’t know the truth about me, but the fact that they’ve been looking for this person for ten years makes my heart ache for them.

Pushing off the wall, I move toward the living room, where the two men are sitting on the sofa facing one another. Their heads both swing to face me. I give them a small smile but don’t say anything as I head toward the kitchen.

The conversation ends, and I know it’s because they don’t want me to hear, which is fine because I don’t want that conversation to shift to me and my involvement with the dark web. In fact, I want to die a quick death so I can move forward… with my man and everything I ever wanted. Everything I worked so hard for.

“You coming into the office today?” Vaughn asks as I pour myself a glass of water.

“I’ll head that way in an hour,” Theron murmurs.

My thighs press together as my pussy aches with anticipation of what that means. Is he going to fuck me again during that hour? Because I really want that. Like right now. Biting the corner of my lip, I grip my water glass tightly and wait for Vaughn to leave.

Thankfully, he is gone a few moments later. Theron is in the kitchen, his shoulder leaning against the doorjamb as his gaze connects with my own. I stand, wordlessly, breathlessly, as I wait for whatever is about to happen.

“You were listening to us. Why?” Theron asks.

Gulping the water down, I try to take a moment to stall. I set the glass down and shrug a shoulder, unsure of how to respond to him… so I don’t. Theron pushes off the wall and takes a step toward me, then another. He stops just a few feet away. He’s close enough to touch me, but he doesn't reach out, even though I internally beg him to.

“Just curious,” I say, giving him a half-truth. I was overly curious about what he had to say to Vaughn, but I was more worried about what Vaughn had to say about me.

Theron doesn’t say anything immediately. He watches me intently, searching my gaze and looking for an answer. He’s not going to get one, aside from the one that I already gave him. He knows more about me, about the things I do, than anyone else in the world. He doesn’t need to know everything.

“I don’t believe you,” he murmurs.

Thankfully, he closes the short distance between us and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. Dipping his chin, he tilts his head to the side, his mouth touching mine, pressing hard.

It’s delicious, just like him.

Arching my back, I press my chest against him. Theron lets out a chuckle as he lifts his face from mine. He doesn’t move back from me, which I expect him to do. Instead, he continues to hold me tightly against his body.

“You’re lying to me about something,” he rasps. “But I don’t give a fuck because you’re mine. I’ll figure it out, sweetheart—eventually.”

I hope to hell he doesn’t.

THERON

Taking half a step backward, I release her, but only long enough to reach out again, gripping her waist and spinning her around so she’s facing the counter. Without me having to say a single word, she grasps the edge of the counter and bends at the waist.

Tugging her panties down, I slide my hands to her hips, tipping and aligning them perfectly with my cock. I press the head of my cock against her entrance, and slowly, centimeter by centimeter, I slip inside of her.

Burying myself inside of her, I tug her closer to me and hear her let out a cry as soon as I am seated deep inside her body. Lucille reaches back and grips my wrist. I stay buried inside of her, releasing her hip with my other hand to slide it up her side, my fingertips dancing until I reach her neck.

Wrapping my fingers around the front of her throat, I guide her head backward, watching the way she arches for me. I move my hips slowly as I fuck her, taking my time and watching the way her body accepts me.

Fucking amazingly.

When I curl my fingers around her throat a little tighter, her breath hitches and her eyes widen. Absolutely stunning. Moving in and out of her, I hold her body still, fucking her with an even rhythm.

She won’t come this way, but she will get close, and that’s what I’m going for. I think about using this as a tactic to find out exactly what the fuck she’s keeping from me. Shaking that thought out of my head, I decide she can have her secrets, because I own her now.

Lucille moans, her thighs trembling and threatening to give out from beneath her. I close my eyes, keeping her body where I want it, using her, consuming her, all the while she owns me just as much as I do her.

I slip my hand around her hip, my fingers dancing their way between her legs, finding her clit. Circling her bud, I rub her there firmly. She whimpers, her body still in position and unmoving—exactly where I want her.

Leaning forward, I touch my lips to the shell of her ear. “I own you, Lucille. Every fucking piece of you.”

When her pussy clenches, I know she’s found her release. My fingers keep moving between her legs, faster and harder, until I hear her scream. I pull it out of her, drawing it out.

Smiling to myself, I nip the shell of her ear when her body starts jerking and bucking. It’s fucking beautiful. Her wetness coats my cock. It’s sexy as fuck. Keeping my grip on her hip, I move inside of her, watching the way my cock easily slides in and out of her.

I bury myself deep inside of her and tug her head back farther as I come, emptying myself inside of her body. Shifting my face down to her throat, I kiss the side of her neck, then release her and slide out of her.

Taking a step backward, I pull my pants up and slip my gaze between her legs. My cum is dripping down her legs. It’s so goddamn sexy. Unable to help myself, I reach between her thighs, using my index finger to slide it through her center, gathering our combined wetness.

“Turn around,” I demand

She does, her gaze lifting to meet mine. I run my finger across her bottom lip, then her top one, before she sucks my finger inside of her mouth and swirls her tongue around it.

I slip my digit from her mouth, my eyes never leaving hers. “Lick it off,” I murmur.

Her tongue snakes out, and I watch as she slides it across her bottom lip, then her top, retracing my path. She’s so fucking beautiful. When she takes a step out of her panties and toward me, she stops when she’s practically touching me.

I can feel her breath on my face as I look down at her. Her eyes look up at me through her lashes, and I know she could be hiding the worst secret on earth, and I would forgive it—forgive her.

She places her palm on my chest as she tilts her head backward to look up at me. I wrap my fingers around her wrist and hold her against me. Lowering my head, I touch my lips to the center of her forehead.

“I love you, Theron. I always have,” she whispers.

I’m not sure if I know what love is, but if I did, it would be the way I feel about her. Instead of telling her that I love her, too, I reach out and touch her chin, pinching it between my fingers and lowering my head. I touch my lips to hers.

Slipping my tongue inside of her mouth, I taste her—taste us. Her hand slides down my chest, and she wraps her arm around my waist. I have to go to the office, but I don’t want to leave her here. I wish I could wrap my arms around her, shove her in my fucking pocket, and keep her there for-fucking-ever.

“I have to go to the office. Are you going to be okay here?” I ask, shifting my head backward slightly.

Her eyes search mine. Then she bites the corner of her lip as she watches me silently. She doesn’t answer me immediately.

“You’re safe now,” I murmur.

Lucille laughs softly, almost as if she thinks I’m cute or something. “I’ve been alone for a long time, Theron. I can be alone for a few more hours.”

Interesting. She doesn’t comment on the safe part. Instead, she chooses to talk about being alone. Instead of asking her any questions, I move backward a few steps, my gaze searching hers.

“I’ll be back, and then we can go to your place and call movers.”

“Movers?” she asks.

“Movers,” I state.

She blinks as she watches me for a moment. I don’t go into detail. I’ve made myself clear. She is mine. I own her. And that means she lives with me. I’m not sure what she doesn’t understand about that.

“You are moving in with me… immediately, if not sooner.”

“Okay,” she breathes.

“Get dressed. I’ll be back.”

A few minutes later, I’m out of the house, locking the door behind me and making my way toward the office. I don’t know what I expect when I walk through the doors to the conference room, but it isn’t every single one of my brothers, even Merrick, sitting and ready for whatever the fuck is going down.

“What do we know, considering I know that we haven’t found shit on Ravet,” I grind out.

Merrick shakes his head, lifting his hand from the table and running it through his hair. I watch as he squirms in his seat and clears his throat. I’m sure he’s got a hell of a lot on his plate right now, mainly his wife and new father-in-law. But Ravet and this vendetta take precedence.

“What?” I demand.

“I didn’t find much of anything, nothing new, really. There were confirmations about Emmie and Charlie being big parts of the club and those happenings,” he says. “What else we found was that the men who were buying the boys were all prominent businessmen. They won’t say shit, but loose ends are not something I want to have. Thoughts?” he asks

He’s right.

“I’m not sure I want to kill a bunch of businessmen. I’m also not sure I want them to live,” Boden mutters.

That’s when it hits me. “Lucille,” I announce, my gaze flicking to Vaughn’s and watching as his lips curve up into a grin.

“Lucille?” Boden asks.

“Lucille,” I confirm. “She’s been ruining people’s lives digitally for years. She can ruin all of theirs.”

Vaugh chuckles. “I can confirm this is what she’s been doing.”

“What happens then? After she does that?” Hale asks.

Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “We run our business and continue to keep our ears to the ground when it comes to Ravet. It’s all we can do.”

“We live our lives, and we do it better than anyone in that world could have ever imagined,” Boden announces.

He’s right.

We live our fucking lives, and we do it better than anyone else on the whole fucking planet. Starting with me claiming Lucille not only in the underworld, but in this one as well by making her my legal wife.

“Anything else?” I ask.

They all shake their heads as they flick their gazes at one another. I stand and place my hands on the table. I feel the smooth surface beneath my fingers as I shift my gaze around at the men in front of me.

“Lucille is mine now. My woman and soon-to-be my wife. I bought her, and I’m keeping her.”

And that is fucking that.

I love her.

I may not be able to admit it out loud yet, but I fucking love Lucille Sanders. I’m more than at peace with the fact that she is mine until my last dying breath. I’m happy about it. I plan on keeping her for-fucking-ever.