All Chapters of the squad: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

What a strange day. From my sparring match with the kid to working with Jason and Track, who was full of surprises, and now sitting here at the big family-style dinner with everyone who seems to have accepted me in their midst without question. Most surprising for me was the way they let their kids, especially their daughters, just hang around me.One minute I wanted to yell at them for being so careless, and the next, I wanted to break into tears at their acceptance. I've kept myself away from polite society because one of the things I'd come to accept about myself is that no one with any real value would want to be associated with someone with my past.But here were these people who seemed even wealthier and of more importance than my tormentors, just including me in their conversations. The women seemed genuinely friendly, especially the one Jason had introduced as his sister. And though I was sure they all knew where I came from, there were no sly remarks or innuendoes tossed m

"I do like them; I just like his better." The table erupted in laughter and jibes, and I realized what I'd said too late. My face was on fire, and I tried to hide it in my plate until the ribbing died down. Catalina and Lily Anna started singing the kissing song, and I almost died right there and then. Thank heavens the talk changed to something else not long after, and I was once again forgotten.After lunch, we headed back downstairs. "Wait one second; I have to grab something from my room." He sighed and looked put out, and I didn't need to guess why. We'd had a bit of a tiff the night before when I wanted to go back to the room, I'd slept in my first night here. Not only because I didn't want to sleep next to him, though he promised nothing would happen, that he just wanted to watch over me, but also because I was high as a kite.I knew better than to hang around him much longer after spilling way too much to the older crew. At least I'd been cognizant enough to keep the name o

"Men…Catalina, a moment, please." She was in the playroom with her little friend playing some board game sh*t and looking like the eight-year-old she walks around here pretending to be."Yes, daddy?" That smile, those bright eyes like her mother's, and my f*cking face tore a strip from my heart. I have no idea what the f*ck Kat breeds, but I'm sure this one is the worst of the bunch."Come with me." F*ckif I'm going to be the one to confront her. Let Mancini reap the fruits of his labor. I've tried telling his dumb ass time and again not to trust her, but he was always ready with the 'she's just a bright kid' f*ckery. Let him clean up his own mess."Can Lily Anna come with us?""Not this time. Lily, she'll be right back. Mengele, how did you just change the people's kid's name?""Daddy, uncle Brandon, and aunty Illyana had a baby Lily remember? We can't call them both that, or it'll get confusing." Never mind that one is only a few months old; whatever."Where are we going,

I headed back downstairs to the room where Roxana was still out, still not quite believing what I'd seen. It doesn't seem possible that an eight-year-old kid could carry out a hit so effortlessly, with no one being the wiser. Now my mind is off on a tangent, wondering just what the hell this Mancini guy is up to.I wouldn't have felt any guilt over throwing that hump off the cliff, but I must admit that it's a bit freaky knowing that he was already a dead man walking. He would've been gone in a few months anyway after the kid dosed him. Now I'm wondering if it wouldn't be better to let her know instead of having her carry that burden for the rest of her life.Those guys are crazy, especially her dad. He doesn't seem to think it would be a problem, but I can't imagine it not f*cking with her head as young as she is. I was so deep in thought, worrying about what Mancini was going to tell the senator about his boy disappearing, something I hadn't given much thought to when I was tossi

There are no words to describe how it felt once I was inside her all the way. I've heard it spoken of before, read where men and women tried to explain this very feeling, and now understand why they all fell short of putting the emotion into words; that's because there are no words in any language to do it justice. The only thing that comes close is…my forever.It's not flowery and sweet, or wild and passionate, or even unbridled lust, or not just. It's all of those things rolled into one. No matter what I've done, who I've been with before, whomever I thought might've been the one in my untried youth when pussy was like the best thing ever, as I looked down into her almond-shaped eyes, I couldn't remember sh*t that had come before.She had a grip on my heart and balls. Something inside of her reached out to me, some essence, and wrapped itself around my very being, captivating me. I could've stayed there like this, just buried inside the soft heat of her flesh, leaking precum into