[Camden]
I’m still outside smoking, not paying much attention to the rest of the party, when a blood-curdling scream cuts through the night. It takes me only a second to realize that it’s Elora , and my heart begins to pound as I run down the hallway.
I have to push people out of my way, most of the party had started to move upstairs and everyone was in the way. Now that Elora had screamed, people were all going that way and I all but elbowed everyone out of my way as I approached Bruno’s office.
Elora is standing in the doorway, shivering all over and I put my hands on her shoulders, turning her away from Bruno’s dead body.
“Shit,” I curse.
Elora clutches on to me, making me look at her. “It was Marco,” she whispers. “You have to get to Kendall. She saw everything.”
Fuck.
Apparently, there’s a witness to this murder, and it’s my little sister’s best friend. I’m going to have a long night ahead of me, clearly. I take Elora ’s shoulders in my hands and look at her fiercely.
“Find Dante,” I say. “Stay with him and Mia until him or me tell you otherwise. Do not go back to the house.”
She nods quickly, tears streaming down her face. “You’ll find Kendall? Keep her safe?”
“I’ll find her,” I promise.
I make my way outside easily because everyone is going upstairs to see what the commotion is. I don’t see Marco, thank god, but I see that there’s a piece of white dress in the woods, hanging on to a branch. Kendall.
I grab the piece off the branch and head into the woods, ignoring the cuts and scrapes from the branches and thorns.
I catch sight of her in the middle of the forest, doubled over and panting, and I come right up behind her and grab her with one arm around her waist and the other clamped over her mouth.
She goes stiff all over in my arms and I whisper in her ear, “It’s me, Camden.” She slowly relaxes into my arms. I add, “I’m going to get you somewhere safe.”
My head is spinning. I know that Marco is a loose cannon, but at the same time, I didn’t think he’d kill Bruno in such a public manner. It seems like Kendall is the only real witness to the murder, so Marco will be after her.
“He just shot him,” Kendall mutters. “His eyes, Camden...they were crazed...” she says, trembling all over, and I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her toward my car.
Everyone’s inside, trying to figure out what happened, and I suspect that Marco’s still in the woods, looking for Kendall.
I put her in the front seat, buckling her seatbelt.
She’s covered in scrapes from the woods and there are leaves and sticks in her hair. She’s all but hyperventilating.
Shit.
What a turn this night has taken, from me appreciating Kendall’s figure to trying to save her life.
“He saw me,” she mumbles. “He saw me see him, and now he’s going to kill me, Camden.”
“No, he won’t,” I say firmly. “No one’s going to hurt you while I’m around,” I promise.
Kendall looks at me and I cup her chin in my hand again.
“Look at me,” I tell her as her eyes dart around nervously. She looks into my eyes. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I say slowly. “You’re safe.”
“I’m safe,” she repeats in a low voice, but she’s still trembling when I drop her chin and pull out of the driveway, tires screeching as I get on the main road. It’s another ten minutes before she speaks again. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere safe,” I say simply. There are half a dozen safehouses between here and the city, and I plan on using them. Dante has given me the keys, after all, and in the meantime, he’ll keep Elora safe.
“Where’s Elora ?” Kendall asks suddenly. “Is she okay? We have to go back,” she says, clutching at my forearm.
“She’s okay,” I tell her quickly. “She’s with Dante.”
Kendall lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god.”
Then she promptly bursts into tears.
I make it another six miles away from Bruno’s before I pull over, unable to take the sounds of her sobs anymore, and draw her into my arms.
“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her softly, stroking her dark hair. “I’m going to keep you safe.”
She doesn’t answer, just shaking and pressing her face into my chest, getting my silk shirt wet, but I don’t give a fuck.
She’s just a kid and she’s been through so much tonight. The least I can do is comfort her.
When her sobs turn into sniffles, I let her go and put the car back into gear, pulling back out onto the road.
“It’s about an hour drive. Try and get some rest,” I tell her, and Kendall remains quiet but she doesn’t sleep, just looking listlessly out the window.
I take a deep breath, unable to believe what has happened in such quick succession. I’m stuck with my little sister’s best friend, trying to keep her alive, all because my sister couldn’t keep it in her pants while her “boyfriend” was away.
When we arrive at the safehouse, I lead Kendall inside and she’s still as quiet as the grave.
I grab the duffel bag full of clothes and hand her a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt.
“Sorry, we didn’t anticipate any women being in this safehouse,” I apologize, but she just takes the clothes and goes into the bathroom downstairs, not saying a word.
I rub my hand across my face, cursing under my breath. This isn’t how I thought I would spend my weekend, that’s for sure.
I call Dante while she’s in the bathroom, heading into the kitchen to see if there’s a bottle of whiskey somewhere. Thank god, there is, and I pour myself a generous helping and knock it back while I wait for Dante to answer.
“Camden?” he asks.
“How’s Elora ?” I ask instantly.
“She’s sleeping now. Mia gave her a sedative,” he says, and I let out a sigh of relief. “How’s Kendall?”
“Almost catatonic,” I say softly. “She’s been through a lot.”
“What’s the plan?” he asks.
“Marco will be on the run. The hit wasn’t sanctioned, and all of the Espositos will be on the lookout for him,” I say. “The problem should take care of itself, but I need to keep Kendall safe in the meantime.”
“Noted,” Dante says easily. “Use the cash safe in the safehouse,” he says. “There’s about thirty grand in there.”
“Thanks, capo,” I mutter, and I mean it.
“No problem. I’ll keep your sister safe.”
I hang up the phone and Kendall comes out of the bathroom, the shirt and shorts hanging off of her.
She rubs her hands across her arms.
“Where should I sleep?” she asks meekly.
I gesture upstairs. “There’s three bedrooms up there,” I tell her. “Pick one.”
She flinches a little at my tone and I feel like a real asshole.
Sure, tonight has been stressful for me, but it’s been a lot more stressful for her.
“I don’t want to sleep alone,” she says quietly, and I nod, pouring another glass of whiskey and offering it for her.
“I’ll stay with you,” I promise. “Until you fall asleep.”
She looks up at me and throws back the whiskey in the glass.
“Thank you,” she says quietly. “For everything.”
I shake my head. “Thank you for keeping an eye on Elora . I’m sorry it didn’t go the way we wanted.”
She puts the glass down on the table and turns, looking back at me as if expecting me to follow.
I grab the duffel bag so that I can change into something more comfortable and follow her up the stairs.
I head into the master bedroom, since there’s a bathroom in there, and change into a T-shirt and a pair of sweats.
When I come out, Kendall has climbed onto the bed, getting up under the covers, and she’s lying on her side, looking at me.
“Camden?” she asks softly when I sit down in the chair next to the bed. “Will you hold me? Just for a little while?”
I swallow hard, Cazzo, I can’t deny her such a simple request after everything she’s been through.
I climb into bed with her and put my arms around her, drawing her close. She sighs and leans back against me, and I move my hips away from her ample ass, not wanting to embarrass her…or myself.
“Goodnight, Kendall,” I sigh, thinking there’s no way I’ll be able to sleep, not after everything tonight.
My mind’s racing, but my eyes feel heavier than I expected.
Just as I’m starting to drift off, I hear it—a faint creak from somewhere outside the room.
I sit up, my pulse quickening as the sound
draws closer. My eyes flick to Kendall, still under the covers, unaware.
Another creak, louder this time, just outside the door.
Who’s there?
[Kendall]I wake up with Camden's arms wrapped around me, and it takes me a long moment to figure out where I am and what’s going on.Then I remember last night—a flash across my memory of Bruno’s face—and I gasp.Camden murmurs something in his sleep and rocks against me, his morning erection pressing against my ass.I swallow hard.My teenage self would be over the moon right now, lying in bed with Camden, feeling his arms around me, his body pressed against mine—but I have no idea how to handle it.My mind is spinning between the confusion of this intimate closeness and the aching emptiness inside me. Part of me wants to cling to him and let myself forget, even if just for a little while.I just don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to see Bruno’s dead body, think about the fact that he’s just...gone.I don’t want to think about Marco’s heavy breaths as he chased me through the woods.Or how I was only able to get rid of him by climbing over a rose bush that cut along my legs,
[Kendall]My pulse races, anticipation thrumming through me like a live wire, and he watches me with a smirk that’s both reassuring and maddeningly confident. His eyes are dark with desire, but there’s something else beneath the surface, something I can’t quite place.“You’re so beautiful, Kendall,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. He slides a hand down my thigh, the roughness of his fingertips sending shivers along my skin, as if he’s marking me, leaving traces of his touch everywhere. My body trembles under the weight of it, a hunger igniting deep inside.His words send a strange, warm ache through my chest, and I reach up, pulling him back down to me, desperate to feel his weight, his warmth, against me. The heat of his body presses into mine, each inch of him a reminder of how badly I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve been fighting this pull between us. His breath, hot and ragged, dances across my neck as he moves, making me dizzy.He cups his hand against my pussy, and the he
[Kendall] “You said you didn’t want to think. Did it help?” His words carry a weight, a quiet sincerity that makes my heart ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. “I’m not thinking anything,” I whisper, my voice raw, as I look away, my fingers brushing over the marks he left on my skin. Camden laughs softly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Then it did work,” he chuckles, his laughter warm and somehow comforting, like a balm on my scattered nerves. I have no idea what to do with myself now. My body feels heavy and weightless at the same time, like I’m floating in some strange, blissful limbo. I stand up on shaky legs, unsure of what happens next, and mumble, “I think I’ll take a shower.” Camden nods, throwing a forearm over his eyes as if he, too, is processing what just happened, giving me space. I leave the room, the cool air of the hallway hitting me like a shock, and head to the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror for a long time, at the marks Camden left on my throat
[Camden]I don’t tell Kendall about the noise from yesterday. She’s already anxious, and I’d rather her feel safe, even if this morning only took her mind off things for a little while. I call Dante while I’m checking the perimeter of the safe house.“Any news?” I ask as soon as he picks up, my voice low.“Not yet,” he answers, a hint of frustration sharpening his tone. “Angelo swears he spotted Marco running down the highway, but he couldn’t catch up with him after the party, so who knows.”I frown, glancing toward the dense treeline on the edge of the property, every nerve on alert. “Angelo doesn’t drink. Why wouldn’t you believe him?”Dante sighs, a faint rustling sound in the background, as though he’s pulling on his hair. “I don’t know, it was dark, so I’m taking it with a pinch of salt, I guess.”I hum, eyes narrowed as I peer toward the shadows. The moon barely cut through the trees last night. He’s probably right, Angelo could’ve seen anyone out there.“I’m going to move safe
[Camden]Kendall makes a surprised squeak, her head pressing into my thigh as I try to get a clearer look at the car on our tail.The sharp pop of gunfire rings out, followed by a shattering sound as a bullet takes out the back glass, splintering it like ice.“Fuck!” I curse, jerking the wheel hard to the left, cutting in front of an oncoming truck. If this asshole wants to play chicken, we’ll play.The truck horn blares, a deep, shuddering roar that reverberates through the car.I speed up, riding so close to the massive truck’s grille that the heat of the engine seems to pulse against my back. My heart pounds in my ears, but I hold steady, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles go white. Just before we make contact, I catch a glimpse of the trucker’s wide-eyed, horrified face, and then yank the wheel to the right, swerving back into our lane at the last possible second.The old Ford behind us tries to follow but veers off-road, bouncing wildly in the dirt as it struggles to keep up
[Kendall]Camden's still wearing a pair of sweats, and I tug them down with one hand, freeing his cock. It bobs up around my mouth, already half-hard, thick and throbbing in my grip. A groan escapes his throat as I wrap my fingers around his base, feeling his pulse beneath my touch.I’m not all that experienced with sex, but I’ve given head to my ex-boyfriend about a hundred times. He had always preferred it to sex. It occurs to me now, as Camden’s cock hardens against my palm, that my ex was a real asshole. But I didn’t realize that at the time.With Camden, I feel safe. I feel… powerful. I feel like he’s watching my every move, waiting for each touch, each lick, each slide of my lips around him. So, I wrap my lips around his cock, savoring the salty taste as I take him deeper into my mouth, sucking gently, letting my tongue drag along his length.His hips jerk up beneath me, one hand gripping the wheel, the other tangling in my hair, guiding me down. I can still feel pieces of gl
[Kendall]Camden pulls away from me, breathing in deeply like he’s been holding his breath, and moving his fingers out of me before lining up. He taps one of my hips while I’m still gasping.“Turn over,” he demands. “Want to see that ass of yours jiggling against me.”I do as he says immediately, turning over and getting up on all fours, spreading my thighs. He pushes into me almost instantly, and I moan loud and long.His cock stretches me out from a whole other angle, deeper and harder than before, and I can’t stop moaning. Camden grunts, thrusting forward, and I brace myself on the headboard. It slams against the wall as he fucks me, rough and insistent, and I’m glad we don’t have any neighbors because they’d definitely be hearing us.“Fuck me,” I gasp, feeling my walls tightening around him. “Fuck me hard, Camden.”“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he groans, slamming his hips against my ass, his balls hitting against my clit until I come again, shuddering and clenching around him.H
[Camden]“That’s it,” Kendall says. “It’s official.”I look up from my coffee, the warm, nutty aroma filling the kitchen. She’s standing in front of the open refrigerator, light spilling around her, wearing one of my T-shirts that just barely covers her thighs. The curve of her ass peeks out from under the fabric, and I stare, unabashedly, at the perfect view.After all, we’re kind of playing house right now, so I’m allowed, right?This whole setup will change when we’re back home, but for now, it feels dangerously like a life we could almost call our own. “Stop looking at my ass and listen to me,” she says, frustration in her voice as she shoots me a scolding look over her shoulder. I laugh, the sound echoing softly through the quiet, secluded house.“Okay, principessa. What’s wrong?”“We’re officially out of all food products,” she says with a huff, crossing her arms as she looks into the empty shelves. Her bare feet tap lightly against the cool tile, her brows furrowed. “You’ve g
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JaxonKen was still at the office, and I knew Catherine was at her usual “yoga” appointment, which just meant guzzling wine with her friends and getting trashed before two in the afternoon.Good. If either of them had been there, I’d have still gone through with the plan, but something told me it’d be easier for Everly if they weren’t. Plus, them not being here meant I could make her scream as loud as I wanted.She jumped into my arms the second we crossed the front door, and I groaned as my hands cupped her ass and lifted her into me. Her long legs wrapped tight around my waist, and our lips locked as I slammed the door shut and carried her up the stairs.We hurried into her bedroom, stumbling across the floor moaning into each other’s mouths before I tossed her on the bed. I grinned as I took a second to look around at her room — so pink and innocent, but so her. Pictures from magazines, and stupid celebrity crushes, and horoscopes tacked up everywhere. Posters from bands she loved,
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