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“How is it that I want to say yes and no at the same time? Most kids don’t have a father threatening the boy they like from the time they are young. Did you tell him to fall in love with me?”

He shook his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I only told him to keep an eye out for you and to protect you.”

“Protect me?” The simmering anger flared brighter.

“Yes, if there were a threat to you, he would step in. Like that Taylor at school who hit you.” I distinctly remembered the look on Carter’s face as his fists rained down on Taylor and how his eyes burned with anger when they pulled him off.

“Geez us dad. You warped and molded him into something, not in his nature.” All the prickling fears that poked at the back of my brain, saying that Carter and I were too different and it would all blow up, just smacked me across the face.

“You are taking this far too personally,” he said, and I glared at my dad. “Would Troy not look out for his sister? Would Troy not look out for you? Would Bo not step in and protect Talon? What is the difference? Understand this, if nothing else. Carter came to your mom and me when his parents died. He was so innocent and sweet that he wouldn’t have lasted a single day in our world unless I prepared him. He would’ve always been a threat and I would’ve been forced to decide if I should kill him. Carter’s personality leaned toward being a hero, and he needed a mission. I gave him one.”

“Me? I was his mission?”

“Yes.”

I couldn’t breathe. What was true, and what was a lie? What else had my dad set into motion that I didn’t know about?

“But…I love Carter.”

“Of course you do, and he loves you. That was the point.”

I stared dumbfounded at my dad. He did this from his warped sense of parental concern, but I couldn’t guess what repercussions occurred because he meddled. He created an arranged marriage and poked us at just the right times for us to fall into the trap he set.

The door opened behind me, and Hank was crying and begging for mercy. I was missing all the fun.

“Good, you’re here. Carol passed out. Hank is conscious but won’t be alive much longer. Do we want to take the bodies with us?”

“Yes, it will be easier to dispose of them. Did you use a cucumber by chance?”

“No, how would I use a cucumber,” Troy asked, and my dad’s lip curled up as he walked around me, our conversation over.

“Oh, and Kallie,” my dad said. I looked over my shoulder at him. “I have a new lead on Darryl. Thought you would like to know.”

That was amazing news, and I should’ve been ecstatic, yet all I felt was numb as Troy’s words bounced around in my skull. We control, plan, and manipulate because the power and certainty for the outcome we desire is what matters most.

I’d felt sorry for Talon for being in the dark, but maybe I was no better than she was.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

KALLIE

Stepping out of the shower, I rubbed my shorter hair and wrapped a towel around my body. When we got home, needing a change, I cut it to my chin. It felt strange not to have long hair anymore, and I hoped Carter liked it.

Thinking of him made me turn right instead of left when I walked out of the bathroom. Stepping into his room, I closed the door and watched him sleep. The slow rise and fall of his chest, with his arm draped over his eyes, was mesmerizing. I could see my tattooed name with the blankets thrown off his body. I needed to know if any of this was real.

Why it was suddenly bothering me, I couldn’t guess. Maybe it was because things had changed. I wasn’t stalking him to ensure other women didn’t touch him. I would still cut off a bitch’s fingers, but we were different now. My feelings were in his hands, and that left me vulnerable. He wasn’t just the boy I grew up with. He was so much more.

Walking to the end of the bed, I smiled as he murmured my name in his sleep. Fuck he was sexy. He was wearing the black, satin boxers I’d picked up for him on a whim. My eyes traced every feature and line of his body, right down to the outline of his cock. He had no idea how incredible he was, which was part of his charm and why he needed someone like me to watch his back. My dad said that Carter was in my life to protect me, but he was wrong. I was in Carter’s life to protect him while he calmed the crazy in my mind.

His hand resting on his stomach reached down and rubbed his cock before falling off his stomach again. How was a girl to resist that? I mean, it was a blatant invitation if I ever saw one.

Crawling between his spread legs, I softly traced the outline of his semi-hard cock and loved that it twitched under my finger. I quickly unbuttoned the material with minimal maneuvering and slipped him out of his boxers. I waited to see if he would wake up, but his breathing never changed as his eyes darted back and forth under his eyelids.

This was gonna be the best dream he ever had. I licked every square inch of him and loved that he grew harder with each swirl of my tongue. I would never grow tired of this. It didn’t take long before he was fully hard, and I moaned as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and took him into my mouth.

The muffled groan he made was a drug to my senses. I glanced up, and he was biting his lip, but there was no other sign that he was waking up. This was way too much fun. Grabbing my towel, I tossed it on the floor and resumed sucking as I slipped a finger into my pussy. I was so ready for him, and all I could picture was riding him until he woke up.

My walls tightened around my finger with just the thought. Carter mumbled my name, and I glanced up again, but he was still out cold. He’d always been a heavy sleeper. I could vacuum around him, and he would look around in wonder when he woke up. Crazy. I heard any creak out in the hall or a cupboard closing downstairs.