Unbroken Rules (Rules 3)

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“I’m leaving now. I have the merchandise. I’ll be there in twenty. I love you.”

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“Hey, listen to me. Listen!” She raises her voice. “Stick to the plan. I’ll meet you at home.”

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“Then where the hell are you? Did you go out to see her again?” she scolds.

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“Damn it, Marc! We don’t have time for this. Go home. We’ll talk about it later.”

She hangs up. Fuming with anger, she walks off. The sound of tires screeching down the road reaches me, but all I can hear as it rumbles away is the name she spat angrily.

Marc.

Marcus.

No fucking way. Could it be?

Did I finally get the bastard?

“What are you watching?”

I almost jump to the ceiling at the sight of Winter standing in the doorway. I drop my phone onto the side table so quickly she chuckles.

“Let me guess.” She sits next to me. “Porn.”

I wish. I really wish it was porn instead of this fucking nightmare.

“Why would I need porn when I have the real thing right here?” I grin, and she rolls her eyes at my predictable line. Before she can question me further, I rise to my feet, lock the door, and slam my lips to hers. Barely minutes later, I’m on top of her, her fingers in my hair, my face in her neck while I squeeze in and out of her. That’s it. The faster she disconnects me from reality, the faster I’ll forget that we’re doomed.

Because we are.

We’re fucked if I keep this up. I know I have to tell her about the video. I know she deserves the truth after the promise I just made. And I will give it to her. I will show her the video. But I need to know if it’s a dead end, first. Then I’ll tell her.

Tomorrow, I’ll tell her everything.

A feeling of warmth fills me up when I open my eyes to find Winter’s head resting on my chest. Her naked body tangled up with mine isn’t too bad either. Carefully tracing circles on my bare skin, she seems trapped in deep thoughts.

“Morning, beautiful,” I say, and she looks up.

“Took you long enough,” she whispers with a smile.

“What can I say? You exhausted me, woman.” I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“We have to be up soon. Kendrick and Allie are helping me make the house more recovery-friendly for my dad today.”

This is my chance. It’s now or never. I have to go investigate the video. I have to find out if this is the Marc I’m looking for.

“Actually, I was thinking I’d hang out with Vic today. You know, since he’s been having a bit of a tough time lately.” I regret speaking as soon as the lie falls out.

It’s a necessary lie. The final lie.

No more after this.