Page 11 of Unchained

“It bothered me that I never got your name, so I did some digging last night,” she starts. “And I learned who your husband is.”

Shayla’s shoulders stiffen and her face pales. It makes me want to rage, seeing how crippled she is with fear. One day, I pray that I can rid her of that fear once and for all.

“I’m sorry.” Emberly steps forward, reaching for my sister’s hands, offering her comfort. “I know who he is. My brother has told me about him. And I know he’s a bad man.”

Now, my shoulders are stiff. I wonder who her brother is if he knows the truth about Rodriguez. There are only a select few that know the monster behind the curtain. He runs a tight ship.

“That’s why I’m here,” she continues. “My brother has been looking for a reason to arrest him, but all of his leads have come up dry. Bryson knows Estavio is selling drugs and if he had someone willing to testify against him, he could arrest him.”

“He’s a cop?!” My question is a shout, but she failed to mention that she was related to the damn police. And now she’s saying she wants to tell him about us. Hell fucking no. I step right in her face, glaring into her blue eyes. “Are you saying you’re going to rat us out?”

She shakes her head. “No. I came to ask if your sister would be willing to testify against her husband. If I was going to rat you out, I would’ve called him as soon as I learned she’s married to the man. I’m here to ask for her help, and in exchange, Bryson will be able to keep her safe. He can offer her sanctuary through the trial and then give her a new identity in the Witness Protection Program.”

And then once the devil is behind bars, he can pay someone off to have my sister and nephew killed. Meanwhile, I won’t be able to do a damn thing to help them because I’ll be locked behind bars with my arms tied.

“No, she’s not going to put her life on the line,” I seethe. “Whatever you think you know, little girl, you don’t. That man is fucking evil. He has cops deep in his pocket. The reason why your brother keeps hitting dead ends is because no one wants to die. They’ll do everything they can to discredit my sister’s testimony, and when all is said and done and he’s still walking free, she’ll be running scared, having to look over her back for the rest of her life. So the answer is no. She will not be testifying. Now, it’s time for you to go on and get the fuck out of here.”

Her head whips back, looking horrified by my outburst. She may be a pretty face with good intentions, but my family comes first. And knowing this girl is related to a cop is a threat to my family. She’s liable to talk to him and get his advice on this. Or let him know where we’re hiding out so he can come and talk to Shayla himself. After she leaves, we’re going to have to hit the fucking road. I was hoping for a few more days, but it looks like our time is up.

“I was just trying to help.” She looks toward Shay. “I would never want to put you in danger. I thought it might be a way out, but I was wrong. Please forgive me if I upset you, Shayla. I’ll get going and you won’t hear from me again.”

Shay shakes her head. “No. You don’t have to apologize. My brother is the one who owes you an apology.” Her eyes shoot me a glare. “I appreciate you wanting to help, but Trevor is right. Rodriguez sells to some high-ranking political figures in this state; therefore, no one will let him go to prison. They’d all be terrified he’d take them down with him.”

And they should be, because if that fucker ever ended up behind bars, he’d be seeking his vengeance on everyone responsible. Including Emberly’s brother since he would be the arresting officer.

“Thank you, though. It was a good idea.” My sister smiles.

“Look. I need to get to work, but you don’t have to worry. I’ll keep my mouth shut. I won’t tell him you’re here. I promise.”

Shayla thanks her again and pulls her in for another hug. When Emberly turns to head to her car, she refuses to look at me, causing my gut to twist. As soon as she’s out of earshot, my sister is glaring at me. “You need to go over there and apologize to her. She was only trying to help us.”

Yeah, I know she was. And my sister is right. Like always.

I grit my teeth and turn, stalking right after the sexy young woman who’s too kind for her own good. I grip the top of her car door, stopping her from opening it. One inhale of her sweet scent and the restraint snaps.

“Told you not to fucking come back.” My mouth goes right to her ear, stealing a taste of her soft skin. “Told you what would happen if you did. But you didn’t listen, did you? Now, you’re mine.”

She turns her head, the sheer strength tight in her locked jaw as her eyes glare up at me, making my dick weep.

“You’re fucking delusional if you think I’d ever be yours.”

I bring my hand up and grip her jaw, staring into her angry eyes. I don’t understand why the pull to her is so fucking strong, but I can’t stop it. My lips go crashing forward and the seal is broken. I dive right in, sweeping my tongue around hers, taking what I want.

She tries to stand her ground for all of a second before she’s giving in and getting caught by the heat. Our tongues start their dance, a waltz that turns into a war. I press her up against the car, allowing my hands to roam her body. Squeezing at her breasts. Rubbing over every soft inch. I slide down to her hips, reaching for the hem of her skirt and lifting it up to her waist.

Her wanton whimpers hit my ear like a chant, calling me down to my knees, and I drop to the ground, ready to worship at her feet. Ready to beg forgiveness for all my sins between her thighs. I look at her panty-covered pussy, seeing how swollen she is. I move in, breathing in her arousal, needing to get my tongue inside her stat.

Another soft moan hits my ear, and my eyes drift up, barely able to lift under the weight of my need. She’s just as desperate for me to get my mouth on her as I am. But even if she protested right now, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself.

Her hand tugs my head forward, guiding me to exactly where she needs my mouth, and I go willingly. Swiping my tongue out. Licking over her satin underwear. Taking one long slow stroke up her center, and giving a heavy press right over her clit before I pull back.

“You have two choices, princess. Pull these sexy little panties to the side or I tear them from your body.”

I wait for a tick of a beat, but my patience is too weak. I tear them right from between her legs, shoving them into my pocket so I can have a keepsake for later.

I stare at her pussy, caught by how fucking pretty it is. Soft and swollen. Thick lips. Pink clit. A light dusting of curls covering the top. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve seen a cunt, but I don’t ever recall seeing one so fucking sexy.

I dip my tongue out, tickling at her clit, watching as it protrudes more from the top. Her hungry whimpers hit my ear, growing louder as I flick her faster. I bet I could make her come like this, but I’m not ready to send her over the edge yet. I want to thrust my tongue inside her body and have her coming on my chin.