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Page 62 of Desecrated Saints

“We have an audience.”

“Let him watch. This is my turn,” Phoenix grunts.

Throwing my head back, I savour every stroke of his body. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this close to Phoenix. For the longest time, I thought I’d never see him again. I’m glad to be proven wrong.

When he finishes, the idea of his juices mixing with Hudson’s has me climaxing again. I nearly slide off the counter in a boneless heap before he catches me. I’m carried back to the shower and passed to Hudson, who starts washing me with shower gel.

It feels weird, letting someone be this close to me. Trusting them enough to be vulnerable. Between all of my guys, I’m being looked after. Loved. Cherished. I don’t know how I survived four months without that, but there’s no way in hell it will ever happen again.

“That was fucking hot, blackbird.”

I wink at Hudson. “You’re full of surprises.”

“Perhaps I’ll share you with someone else next time,” he muses.

Hot damn, sign me the hell up.

CHAPTER 13

PHOENIX

SUMMER SET FIRE TO THE RAIN - THRICE

Staring out at the crowded street, I watch the throng of teenagers pass roll-up cigarettes back and forth. The whole scene is a reminder of the person I used to be. There was a time when the mean streets of London feared my name.

Travis used to work for me, not the other way around. He was my best runner and number two, helping me execute my grandmother’s vision. Then our entire lives blew up in our faces after a big drug bust. I had to face the consequences of my dirty dealings.

I paid the price instead of them.

Blackwood was my punishment.

I don’t miss that life, and I certainly don’t belong here anymore. My addiction was born from this toxic waste pit of a life. I can’t wait to leave as soon as the coast is clear. We’ve camped out for a few days, resting our broken bodies while letting the commotion die down.

Kade’s been watching the news obsessively. Somehow, they’ve managed to locate surveillance footage of us fleeing the south side of the city on foot. It isn’t safe to move again while the whole city is looking for us.

Incendia is still hot on our heels.

If I’m honest, I don’t think it will ever be safe.

“Nix? You got a minute?”

Travis waits in the doorway to the filthy living room. I let the net curtain fall shut, irritation already boiling beneath my skin. Brooklyn is snoring on the sofa, staying within sight at my request. I’m not having any of these lowlifes bothering her.

“What is it, Trav?”

“She’s asked to see you again. Third time today.”

“Not now. I can’t.”

“She’s the boss,” he points out. “It’s been two years since you got taken away by the coppers. Charlie has questions too. She’s all grown up now.”

In a matter of seconds, I have Travis pinned against the peeling wallpaper by his throat. He chokes out an apology when my fist meets his annoying face. It should have been him who got locked away, not me. How dare he lecture me? He doesn’t deserve the empire he’s inherited, even if I don’t want it.

“I’ve been away, but don’t for a second think that I’m not still in charge here. I took the hit for my nana’s whole organisation. Dozens of you could’ve done time if it wasn’t for me. You owe me. Capiche, fucker?”

“Yes, N-Nix.”

“Tell her that I’m busy. I don’t care what you have to say, just get her off my back. I am not endangering her life by bringing her into this mess.”




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