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  I shouldn’t have come inside of her, I said I wouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop my damn self. That really was reckless. I didn’t even ask her if she was on birth control.

  Chloe flops on the bed the second I pull out of her. I stand back and admire my handy work. My seed slipping out of her body is so fucking hot. Hot to the point I’m already hard again.

  I lean over and kiss her head. “Chloe, are you on birth control?”

  She smiles at me and nods her head. Thank fuck. “You came inside of me.”

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop myself. That was reckless of me. I should have used a condom or asked you if you were on birth control first. However, I want you to know that I’m clean. I honestly would never have risked it otherwise.”

  “I’m clean too. I promise. I meant it when I said I don’t do these things.”

  I stroke her head with a smile on my face. I like this girl. A little too much, maybe. “Ready for round two, beautiful?”

  She doesn’t answer me, but her eyes close, and open, widening slightly. I chuckle, climb off the bed, grab her arms, and yank her up onto her feet.

  “What are you doing?” She seems a little shocked.

  I spin her around, my hands on her face, lips locked. She kisses me back just as hard, just as hungrily. Pulling away, I tell her, “Turn around. Place your hands on the wall, and bend slightly at the waist.”

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  I smirk and spin Chloe around. She squeals yet places her hands on the wall, ass sticking out. Her ass jiggles as I slap her once, twice, moans falling from her lips as she begs me to spank her harder. Whatever the lady wants she’ll get. This girl is a little kinky. I like it!

  There aren’t many girls this innocent that could keep up with a man like me, but Chloe does, and she takes everything I have to give. Every position I have her in, every powerful thrust of my hips, she takes.

  Chloe has orgasmed more times than I can count. I have been searching my whole damn life for a girl like this. A girl who could keep up with me. A girl as hungry for this as I am. Not only that but a girl who would savor our time together, enjoy it as much as me, a girl who wouldn’t pretend.

  She isn’t pretending; she’s loving this, loving every fucking minute; if the fucking scratches all over my damn body are anything to go by.

  Freaks me out a little when she traces the shank scars on my abdomen with her fingertips. She doesn’t ask me about them, but the look in her eyes tells me she already knows. As she straddles my lap, she leans down and kisses those damn scars.

  Shit like that bothers me. I’m not that kind of man. Call me a cunt, call me what you want, but I’m not the touchy-feely, show pussy emotions kind of man. That’s why I grab Chloe’s hips and pull her down onto my cock. “Yes!” She screams so loud, head tipped back, and I feel like a fucking king right now.

  If I were the kind of guy to settle down, I’d make this girl my old lady. I’d claim her right now so no other motherfucker could ever put his hands on her perfect body.

  As it is, I’m a bastard, and I don’t do relationships. I don’t want some bitch clinging to me and thinking I’ll ever be the man to give her everything she needs. Can’t deny that if I were that kind of man, it would be this little lady all the way.

  “Oh my god, Vince. You feel so good inside of me!”

  “You better believe it. I’m hangin’ on by a thread here, Chloe. Fuckin’ come for me!”

  “I...I...” Hands-on my chest, Chloe moves faster against me, harder and faster. “I’m coming!” She screams so loud it sends me over the fucking edge with her.

  Jesus, I hate to admit that I’m beat, but fuck this girl has worn me out. She climbs off me and lays down beside me, eyes closed, chest heaving.

  You see this is where I’d typically throw the girl out of my house. I don’t do fucking sleepovers, cuddling and all that bullshit, I’m not sixteen. However, I don’t throw Chloe out; I grab her and pull her against my chest.

  What the fuck is that all about?

  Think I’ve been away from the real world for far too long.

  Prison was like a playground for me, but I’m home now, and I need to see my brothers, my family. I need to get to my clubhouse. However, I don’t know if I can do that for a while. I need some time to get used to being on the outside.

  Won’t be my choice soon, however. My family isn’t going to leave me alone until they’ve seen me. Might as well get it all out the way, but tomorrow. Right now, I just need to sleep with this girl in my arms.

  “Would you like me to leave?”

  I smile and kiss her head. She already knows. “No. Stay with me. Just sleep.” She nods against me. I breathe deep and close my eyes. I only hope she’s here when I wake up. I want to fuck her one last time before I send her on her way.

  Chapter Four

  Chloe

  My god, what did I do?

  Slept with a stranger, that’s what I did, repeatedly through the night. I had so many orgasms; I can still feel my thighs shaking because of it. That and my vagina took such a pounding I’m sore.

  Okay, I’ll admit, my stranger was damn hot, and he was beyond anything I’ve ever dreamed of in bed, but he was a stranger. I have never been so drunk that I’d go home with a stranger before.

  Okay, I wasn’t drunk, but the alcohol sure as hell loosened me up a lot.

  How the hell Vince even got through my wall of protection is beyond me. After everything I went through a few years ago, all the hell I suffered, and the first time I give myself to a man, he’s a stranger? A dangerous one at that.

  Oh, he might not have done anything that would make me think he was a killer, but there’s no doubt in my mind that Vince is not a man to be messed with. He can handle himself and then some if the scars on his abdomen are anything to go by. I wonder how he got them, who stabbed him, and why?

  I should not have been as stupid as I have been here tonight. Anything could have happened to me with this man, yet I can’t bring myself to regret any of it.

  Sitting up in bed, I turn my head to look at the man lying beside me. He’s handsome, rugged, built like the Hulk. The morning sunlight makes him look so young. I don’t recall the color of his eyes, blue, maybe, but I do remember how perfect his mouth was. God, the things he did to me with that mouth.

  I’m getting a twinge down below just thinking about the things he did to me last night, and just how many times he fucked me. God, he made me forget everything.

  However, I can’t think about that right now. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. I don’t even know what neighborhood I’m in, but I can call a cab home.

  I don’t even shower, it’s not my house, and I’d feel awkward doing so. I pull on my dress and shoes, grab my purse from the chair and leave. I won’t look back one last time at the Adonis asleep in bed; it would be pointless because I’ll never see him again. I’ll take home with me this beautiful memory, and nothing more.

  I’m closer to home than I realized. Four blocks. I try sneaking in without waking my roommate. It’s still early, and I hoped he’d be sleeping. I don’t really want him questioning me right now, and I know he’d have a lot to say about it. I was wrong; he’s not asleep.

  “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been going out of my mind!”

  I should have known Max would be up waiting for me to come home. After everything we’ve been through together, I should have realized he’d be worried. I was reckless, and I deserve whatever telling off he’s about to give me.

  I drop my purse on the table beside the front door and kick off my shoes. I imagine I look a complete mess. Vince fucked me so many times last night, and I haven’t showered. I only managed to pull my fingers through my hair and tie it up, but it’s still a mess.

  “I’m sorry, I should have called.”

  “Yeah, you should have.” He folds his arms over his big chest. He’s only wearing a white wife-beater and low riding sweats.

  Max is a good-looking man. Light brown hair cut short, he’s packing muscle but not like the guy from last night. The guy from last night was packed like Zeus and covered in tattoos that made my mouth water just looking at him. Max has more of a swimmers physique. He also doesn’t have any tattoos.

  “Do you have any idea what’s been going through my mind, Chloe?”

  “I said I was sorry, Max.”

  “Are you, though?” He squints his eyes at me. “Who was he?” Oh, hell.

  “Who said there was a he?”

  “I can tell just by looking at you what you’ve been up to all night!” His tone shocks me; he’s not usually this harsh on me when I’m late. I guess he’s been anxious.

  I unconsciously run my hand over my messy ponytail. I know I look a mess and I can smell sex on myself, so I’m guessing Max can too. “He was just a guy I met at the bar.”

  “Are you serious right now? You pick up some random at the bar and go home with him?” I swallow hard. I hate confrontation. I’m not a weak woman, don’t get me wrong, and I’m no doormat, but that doesn’t mean I like fighting with my best friend, and Max really is my best friend.

  Max is everything to me; without him, I don’t know what would have become of me. He’s like the brother I never had. I hate that I’ve worried and upset him like this.

  “I don’t know what got into me, Max. I know I shouldn’t have gone home with him, but he was different. I felt safe with him.”

  “It doesn’t matter how he made you feel, Chloe, he could have been a fuckin’ killer for all you knew. I could be getting a call from the cops right now to say they’d found your raped and murdered body in a parking lot somewhere!”

  Massive over-exaggeration, right there!

  “After everything that happene
d you stand there looking at me like you don’t care?” Oh my god, how can he say that to me? “You know what? Fuck it. You don’t care, then nor do I.”

  “Max, please don’t be like this.”

  “Don’t be like this? How the fuck do you expect me to be, Chloe! You wouldn’t answer my calls or texts.” Shit, I never checked my phone! How dumb am I? But then I never gave it a seconds thought. I could have shot him a text to tell him I’d be late. I am so inconsiderate!

  “All damn night I’ve been thinking that the worst had happened to you. Only this time, I wouldn’t be so lucky as to get you back!”

  Tears cloud my eyes. He’s right, anything could have happened to me, and this time, I might not have been so lucky as to get out alive. Max has every right to be angry with me.

  “I’m so sorry, Max.”

  “I don’t wanna hear it! Go take a damn shower; I can smell him all over you, it’s fucking nauseating!” He snaps between his teeth and walks away from me.

  Max isn’t jealous of the guy from last night. Not even remotely, he’s in love with his other best friend, and they have a wonderful relationship. She’s my friend also. This is purely Max upset by the fact that I didn’t call him to let him know I was okay.

  I feel like a fool.

  I don’t have time to pity myself; I need to get to class. So I wipe my eyes, swallow back my emotions, and make my way to the shower.

  An hour and a half later and I’m changed into jeans and a white blouse. My shoulder-length hair is tied up in a neat ponytail, and I’ve added light makeup to my face. I slip on my blue leather jacket and grab my purse. Max is nowhere to be seen; I guess he’s gone to bed. We’ll talk when I get home tonight. Right now, I have a music class to teach.

  My six pupils are already waiting for me when I arrive, just like always. All six are girls, and all six belong to either a biker or a Mafia Don. Lydia is the fifteen-year-old daughter of Mafia Boss Draven Vidal and his wife Marnie, strong and smart, beautiful beyond words, Lydia is a fantastic Violinist. She along with Ember, the fifteen-year-old daughter of Tank, Snakes Henchmen VP, and his wife Nova, will soon be participating in competitions. Both girls play the violin with such beauty and grace. These best friends are going to go far.

  Lydia’s twin sister Amber loves to watch her sister playing, but she, herself, refuses even to try. She has Down Syndrome and thinks she has no talent. I believe every child has a talent of some sort. Who knows, maybe one day soon I can get her to try with an instrument. Music soothes the soul of even the smallest child.

  Nine-year-old Ava, daughter of Trace and his wife Fallon, and Seven-year-old Romany, daughter to Roman and his wife Marley, also aunt to Ava, both have a gift when it comes to the clarinet and flute. Both Trace and Roman are Snakes Henchmen members. Roman is also the father of Trace’s wife.

  Then we have Aya, ten years old, daughter to Jett, Snakes Henchmen President, and his wife Maria, sister to Draven Vidal. This young lady is a magician when it comes to the harp. She plays beautifully and has already acquired three awards for her playing. Two of those are for competitions I’ve placed her in where she won — a massive achievement for a ten-year-old.

  Then there’s Jessica, twelve years old, big sister to Aya, and my most prized pupil. She plays the piano like Beethoven! No lie, no exaggeration. She also sings with such soul it mesmerizes me each time she opens her mouth to sing. The girl is so gifted it stifles me sometimes.

  People often ask me how I can teach music when I can’t hear like regular people. It’s hard, very hard, but I manage if my pupils are anything to go by at least. Not that I’d take credit for their talents. That comes naturally. However, for the fact I helped them nurture that talent, yes, I take some credit.

  It hasn’t been easy for me since I lost my hearing, especially when I was a budding opera singer at the time. I thought it would be my career one day, but I lost that talent when I lost my hearing. I guess I could still sing if I tried, but not being able to hear the way I need to, hinders me some. However, I haven’t let losing my hearing take my life from me completely. Even though there was a time where I didn’t think I could go on like this. There was a time I thought all of my dreams were over.

  It was Max who pulled me out of that depression. Max, who made me see that my dream of teaching music could still come true, even if my dream of becoming a world-famous opera singer wouldn’t.

  It was Max who made me see that, yes, I have some limits to what I can do, but nothing is impossible if I want it badly enough. Max is pretty special like that. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t think I’d be where I am today.

  My girls are on fire today, not one of them has missed a note. I am so proud of them. They’ve all been learning music since they were small children. Jessica was my first pupil. She came to me a little over a year ago after Max put in a good word for me with her parents. Her former tutor hadn’t been helping Jessica the way he should have been, and Max knew that I once helped teach music at my local middle school.

  It was kind of a volunteer thing I did before I lost my hearing. I was working toward my music degree, around my opera. My mother told me when I was young that it’s always good to have a backup plan. Not everyone makes it as a singer. Even though she had the utmost faith that I could do it, she didn’t want me to be disappointed if it didn’t happen, but it all fell through for obvious reasons. No school around here would hire a deaf music teacher.

  However, Max pushed me to do this with the kids because he knew I could do it, and he wouldn’t let me make excuses as to why. He doesn’t see my deafness as an excuse to give up on everything I ever dreamed of.

  The girl’s parents know that I don’t have a teaching degree, but once Maria saw how well Jessica came on through my guidance in just the first week, how close we became, how well Jessica responded to my way of teaching, she told her big brother’s about me.

  Draven Vidal came to see me and asked if I could help his daughter with her violin. He knew I was deaf and was intrigued to see if I could pull it off.

  Within days, I’d taught Lydia how to play the first few cords of Vivaldi’s Four Season’s without a hitch. He was so impressed that he hired me and urged others to do the same. I was so overwhelmed with his faith in me that I cried with happiness. Max hugged me while laughing and telling me that I should have the same confidence in myself because I am so much more than I have led myself to believe.

  I love my best friend, my surrogate big brother. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to be in my corner.

  I teach the girl’s three times a weeks and a class of boys three times a week, alternate days. The boys are related to the girls somehow, or they know each other. I teach ten boys, all have talent, but it’s the girls that are thriving right now.

  “Miss Chloe?”

  “Yes, Jessie?” I smile at the young beautiful young lady with the golden heart. She’s a special girl, is Jessica.

  “I’m not sure that I’m going to be ready for the competition next week. I don’t feel ready.”

  I smile. This is Jessica all over. She doesn’t believe she’s as good as people tell her. However, unless she starts believing it, she won’t become the pianist I know she is inside.

  This little girl could do amazing things in the years to come. I know her mother doesn’t want anyone to push her into doing anything she doesn’t want to do. If Jessica only wants to play the piano for fun, sing for fun, then Maria is okay with that. So am I.

  However, I have tried to explain, repeatedly that Jessica is a star, she needs that little extra push for her to get to the next level. I honestly believe that she will be studying at Juilliard before too long. They would snap her up, the second she goes for her audition.

  However, something is stopping her from chasing her dreams. I wish I could pump her full of confidence. It would make all the difference.

  I take her hand and sit her down next to me on one of the audience chairs here in our little room at the local community center. The place Draven Vidal bought and renovated to make sure these young ones had somewhere to go to practice their music.

  The room we have – because there is more than one, for more people than just us – is a hall with rows of chairs set out in front of a small stage where the girls and boys I teach, stand behind their instruments, in front of all their families, and play to their hearts content. Showcasing how wonderful they all are and how much they’ve come on.