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“What do you think, gentlemen? I think he’d make a good doll, don’t you? A doll to fuck and use for whatever anyone wants.”

Gerald’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck, man? I’ve done nothing. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Zeke punched Gerald, breaking his nose. “You’re bleeding on my floor, and you hurt Alessandria. I just saw your little set up, and I have to say, I’m hugely disappointed at what you are trying to offer me. It’s fucking disgusting. You take school girls and use them.” Zeke shook his head. “I’m a monster, but even I have standards.”

“Too damn right,” Boscoe said.

The men didn’t like it when little girls were put to work and raped. He didn’t like it.

Slamming his fist into the man’s gut, Zeke went to work on Gerald while thinking about Alessandria’s bruises. Throughout the beating, Gerald screamed, begged, and pleaded to be released, to be freed. He offered Zeke everything: drugs, sex, money, even Alessandria.

“She’s not yours to barter with, you fucking asshole.” Putting on some brass knuckles, he went back to work. After long minutes, Zeke stepped back from the mess. He’d only just started with Gerald, and the fucker had passed out.

Zeke grabbed one of the buckets that had been brought in just for this occasion. He threw a bucket of ice water on Gerald and waited for him to come around.

“Gentlemen, I want to hear screams.” He stepped back, wishing that he could have let Alessandria witness this. But Zeke didn’t want her to see this side of him. He didn’t want her to see how fucked up he really was. Zeke knew he wasn’t good enough for her, not really. She deserved the whole dream, complete with the white picket fences. Instead, she’d gotten him, and Zeke was going to make sure she was cherished and loved in every way he could.





Chapter Thirteen





Alessandria hadn’t been able to sleep. It was so late; almost time for the sun to rise and Zeke still wasn’t back. The man named Shakes hadn’t said more than a few words to her. Right now, they were both in one of the rooms downstairs; the big screen TV across from them played some movie with a lot of violence, and the volume was low. Even though Shakes picked the movie, she could see he wasn’t watching it. His focus was on everything but the TV.

The sound of gravel crunching could be heard, and her heart started beating faster. Shakes was up and moving toward the window instantly.

“Zeke’s back.”

She exhaled, not realizing what a relief it was to hear that. But on the heels of that was the fact she knew what he’d been doing.

He killed Gerald.

“Stay here,” Shakes said, and then he was moving out of the room. Seconds later, she heard Zeke’s deep voice, heard him and Shakes murmuring to each other, and then the sound of the door closing filled her head. She rose, moved toward the door, and saw Zeke. He was standing in the foyer, his back to her, the suit he wore looking disheveled and rumpled. He was running his hands through his hair, and she felt the tense air suffocate her.
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“You should be sleeping,” Zeke said.

She wasn’t surprised he’d sensed her.

When he turned around, she barely held in her gasp. His white suit shirt was covered in blood, unbuttoned, and his hard, chiseled abdomen showed the gruesome evidence of what he’d done tonight.

“You should be sleeping,” he said again, and all she could do was stand there and watch as he went up the stairs, leaving her there, trying to grasp what in the hell had just happened.





Zeke had to force himself to leave Alessandria standing there. He knew he looked frightening with Gerald’s blood covering him, but as soon as the fucker had sucked down his last breath, relief had filled Zeke.

He’d thought of Alessandria the entire time, avenging her, making sure she never had to worry about looking over her shoulder for him again. On the car ride home, all he’d thought about was being with her, whispering reassurances that she was safe. He didn’t want to spank her, to cause her pain. He wanted to just give her pleasure.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the water, more cold than hot. He needed to cool off, to wash the blood from his body, the night from his soul. But the longer he thought about Alessandria, the harder his cock got. He was a sick bastard, but knowing that Alessandria was safe, her tormentor dead, all he could think about was being with her.

These weeks had passed with him feeling the need to take her, claim her, make her his. He didn’t have to focus on finding Gerald anymore. Right now, he was going to clean off and get off. His erection had been plaguing him since the moment he saw her after he got back home, after he killed that bastard Gerald.