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I'm teasing one last time from His to Punish today. Jeanette is being told some home truths you could say...
“She had to die, girl, and I’m not sorry I killed her, but I am sorry she was your sister.” Jeanette and Susie both gasped at those murmured words.
“I can only imagine how much it must hurt to lose a sibling.” Ren paused, and a quiet look of understanding passed between him and Ty. Ren had no siblings, but he’d been there for Ty, when Ty’s brother had been blown to smithereens, had witnessed Ty falling apart, and he was clearly drawing on those times right now to offer the olive branch to Jeanette.
“Were you close to your sister?” he asked.
He stepped back whilst speaking, and Susie scrambled into his outstretched arms with a small squeal. Ren pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, his harsh features and tense stature relaxing with every second he held his girl in his arms.
“Not, really, but … if I had been then … damn it.” All the remaining fight went out of Jeanette, and when Ty grasped her shoulders and gently turned her to face him, he wasn’t at all surprised to see the tears clinging to her eyelashes.
“You couldn’t have stopped her, even then, baby,” Ty said.
Jeanette shook her head.
“Listen to Ty, girl,” Ren said. “He’s right. Myrtle was a law onto herself. She enjoyed the dancing and the whoring she did.” Jeanette flinched at those words, and Ty glared at his friend over her head. A small smile played around Ren’s lips at Ty’s reaction, and he flipped him the finger.
“It’s the truth, Ty, and you know it. She was never a victim in this. That bi—your sister,” Ren corrected himself at the last minute with a wry grin at Ty, “knew exactly what she was doing, and far more importantly she knew the consequences for her actions, yet she chose to betray the trust Huntly had placed in her anyway. I wouldn’t want to even hazard a guess as to what drove her. Greed, I suspect, and a complete and utter disregard for the feelings of others, let alone the danger she placed anyone else at the club under by her actions. By all means mourn the sister you remember, the sister who inspired such loyalty in you that you came to the club, determined to seek your revenge, as misguided as those actions were. Don’t mourn the bitch we threw in the canal, however. She deserved everything she got and more, and any guilt you might feel about not being there for her, dismiss that right now. It’s not worth your life, and believe me, were it not for Ty here, you wouldn’t be standing there right now, so I suggest you’ll be nice to him and let this go. I have no wish to have more blood on my hands. We’ve got enough to do with the fucking turf war to expend energy on fighting among ourselves, and as much as I don’t like the idea, Ty’s claimed you, which makes you one of us. So, obey the rules, and we’ll all get along just fine.”
Susie lifted her head to look across at Ty and Jeanette, and she smiled when she saw Jeanette nod. It was the slightest of movements, but a veritable weight lifted off Ty’s shoulders anyway, and Ren relaxed further.
“We need to hear the words, titch.” Ty grimaced at the hoarse quality of his voice, and Josh smirked at him. Yeah, talk about wearing your fucking feelings on your sleeve. Had it not been for Ren and Susie, Ty knew he would have been the butt of jokes in the house for months. Probably still would be, until the next one of the Cleaners fell hard, and Ty couldn’t shake the feeling that they all would sooner or later. Nothing quite like having a happy couple in your midst to make a man reevaluate his life, after all, not that Jeanette and he could be classed as such, but he hoped in time they would be. She sure as fuck couldn’t leave their protection, so one way or the other she was stuck with him.
“I’ll try, that’s all I can promise.”
Jeanette’s whispered words carried in the stillness of the hallway, and not caring about their audience, Ty fisted his hand in the loose ponytail at her neck, tipped her head up and kissed her. The fact that she immediately opened to him on a soft whimper, and pressed herself closer into his solid frame, every soft curve a perfect counterfoil against him meant he took the kiss much deeper than he’d first intended. When they eventually broke apart, it was to catcalls and whistles from the Synn brothers.
“Get a room, for fuck’s sake. You’ll make us bring up our breakfasts.”
Alex and James wore identical smirks on their faces, and ignoring them Ty pulled Jeanette past them and into the kitchen.
She hesitated at the entrance seeing Ren sitting at the table with Susie by his feet, resting her head on his thigh, but at Ty’s gentle nudge she adopted a similar position by Ty’s feet when he sat down.
Wordlessly Josh slid two coffee cups across the table, and when Ty handed Jeanette one, she accepted it with trembling fingers. After a moment of hesitation she inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and then proceeded to sip the fragrant brew slowly. Ty froze halfway to drinking his own cup, and his dick punched forward with a speed that made him glad he was sitting down. Fuck him, if Jeanette didn’t make the simple act of drinking coffee look as though she was making love to the cup. She seemed utterly unaware of the effect she had on the assembled males in the room. Alex and James readjusted themselves with a groan, Josh swore under his breath, and even Ren seemed transfixed by the sight of Jeanette’s full lips wrapped around the rim of the cup.
A slight blush spread across Jeanette’s features, when she opened her eyes to find everyone staring at them, and then Ace’s mocking voice broke the moment.
“Well, isn’t this fucking cozy? Haven’t you bunch of assholes got jobs to get on with? Huntly wants your woman at the club, Ty, and the rest of you, I’ve got a tip-off that shipment’s going down this afternoon. We can’t go in en masse but I need a few of you guys.”
Revenge or love … either choice will sacrifice her freedom.
Dance teacher Jeanette MacArthur has one thing on her mind when she auditions for a job at La Masquerade—revenge. She couldn’t protect her sister from the criminals she now seeks employment with, but she can ensure that justice prevails.
If only her body wouldn’t melt at the touch of one of them. Ty Mason, second hand man of the Cleaners, oozes dominance, aggression, and danger. He stands for everything she ought to despise, yet this unwanted attraction threatens to ruin her.
Ty can’t take his eyes off the new dancer, not least because he senses the threat she represents. Only one thing for it—claim her for his own, and torture the secrets out of her—if need be.
Her unwilling submission, however, means he discovers more than her secrets.
His heart and their future are on the line.
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