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out already.”
    I hung my head. “I’m so sorry.”
    “Whatever, what news do you have for me?”
    I looked around at all the happy families and frowned. “She’s still in the hospital, but I have it on good authority that she will be getting out today, actually.”
    “Have they set a date yet?”
    I shook my head. “Not to my knowledge. I’m sure they will soon.”
    “Well, their wedding will be a living nightmare that they won’t survive.” She laughed. That sound made me shiver, and my cock twitched.
    “Am I making you hard, little boy?”
    I nodded.
    “If you bail me out, you can take me home, and I can have my way with you.”
    “I’d like that, Mistress.”

 
     
    TWO MONTHS LATER—Present Day
     
    My heart is beating a million miles a minute. I’m running as fast as my legs will take me, through alleys and down back roads I’ve never seen before. My chest is tight and the puffs of steam from my breath surround me in the cold. The dark shadow following me is making me run faster down the street. That’s when I hear the bang. Pain radiates through my leg. I collapse to the ground. “Help,” I scream, “please help me.” Blood is everywhere. Reaching down I touch just above my knee, it feels like mush. I start shivering and crying. Why is no one helping me?
    Sitting up in bed, I’m drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. A warm hand reaches out to sweep my hair from my forehead. I gasp and jump as it touches me.
    “Bre, it’s okay,” Caston soothes.
    I take a deep cleansing breath as I try to shake the dream from my mind. “Oh, Caston, it was horrible. She was after me again.”
    “She can’t get you, I promise.”
    “But she posted bail, she’s out there somewhere.”
    He sits up and wraps his arms around me, I turn into his chest and breathe in his scent. Kissing him on the hard, solid muscle, I take comfort that I’m in our bed, in our home. It was just a few months ago I was lying in a hospital bed. Now my life consists of physical therapy every day, but at least it makes me leave the house.
    He lifts my chin with his finger, making me look up into his ice blue eyes. “Bre, I promise.”
    “Are you sure?” Eyes wide from nerves.
    He looks down at me and leans in to kiss my lips. As he captures them, he pushes a little, deepening the kiss and taking my breath away. In his husky, just awoken voice he assures me, “I swear on my life. Trust me.”
    “I trust you, Caston.” My voice is barely audible.
    Leaning down, slowly easing me onto my back, he starts kissing my jaw. I let out a soft moan as my insides clench with desire. His hands palm my breasts and tweak my nipples as his mouth sucks and nips its way down to the swell. Slowly his hands slide down my sides, he grabs the hem of my top and draws it up over my head. My long hair fans over my shoulders, framing my face.
    “God, your beautiful, Sabrina,” he says breathlessly.
    His warm mouth sucks one of my nipples in, and his tongue twirls around, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. He starts trailing soft kisses down my stomach. His hands glide down my sides until he’s gripping my hips as he presses his erection into my leg. I can feel how bad he wants me, and I’ve been craving him too. It’s been way too long.
    “I need you, babe.”
    As his fingers hook the tops of my silk panties, he tugs them down and brushes the scar on my leg. I immediately tense and pull away.
    “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Worried, Caston sits up, looking down at me.
    I quickly slip my camisole back on and inch away from him. “No, I just can’t, Caston.” A tear slips down my cheek, but I turn my head into the pillow before he sees me crying. My hand reaches down to touch my wrinkled skin above my knee, and my stomach churns, wanting to purge our beautiful dinner. It’s so ugly and deformed.
    “It’s okay.” He scoots in close to my back and pulls me into his embrace. Placing a kiss on my