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I want you to call me Stacey. Would that get you hard? Close your eyes and imagine I’m her. If you don’t get hard, Kade, I’ll go get Archie. That’s it, such a good boy. Fuck her harder in front of all of us. Now put a bullet in her head. Good boy. Good boy. Good boy. The tile cracks as I drive my fist into it.
You’re in control of this, Kade. I’m yours,” she says, and her eyes drop to my mouth. “And you’re mine.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”
“I want your heart, every single fucking fragment that I’ve broken over the years. I have your past and your present, and I want to be a selfish asshole and have your future.”
“What will you do with your freedom?” Kade stares at me for a long moment, breathing the same air while I touch him through his clothes. “Win my girl back.” My heart sings at his response, and I grin. “Yeah?” “Yeah.”
“But seeing you dripping with my cum, knowing the probability of you falling pregnant, makes me fucking hard.” He punctuates the last word by grinding against me once, and I gasp. “Even thinking about it makes me want to fuck you.” Breathless, I slide my hands up his naked chest. “Yeah?” “Yeah. Can I fuck you now?”
“Is my good girl going to take every drop of my cum? Are you going to swell up with my kid and give me everything we’ve ever wanted? I’m going to keep fucking you until we get our miracle. Every day, every night, I’ll be inside you. I want to see you fucking dripping, only so I can shove it back into you, my fingers deep inside your cunt.”
“She’s…” Stacey lowers her voice to a whisper. “She thinks she’s pregnant, but she’s too scared to ask for a nurse in case someone finds out. She’s missed two periods.” I stare at her for too long before I blink. “What?” “You can’t tell Base.” “She thinks she’s pregnant with Base’s kid?” I ask, needing her to either clarify or elaborate. “Yes,” she replies.
“So? Fuck him,” he retorts then pauses. “No, fuck me. Or let me fuck you.” “So you are trying to have sex with me?” “Yes.” “Not happening,”
“We’re surrounded,” he says, and we both stop on the stairs. “They ambushed us on the way to Sebastian’s manor.” We can hear yelling in the background, faint sirens and Base swearing. “We’re in the car. The police have us surrounded, and they’re aiming right at Sebastian. I can see on their database right now. They have warrants out for your arrest, and Sebastian’s, and details on your location. I suggest you run before they come for you.”
“Stacey Rhodes,” she says, “you are under arrest for the kidnapping and murder of both Christopher Fields and Bernadette Sawyer. You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
“I’m going to wait for you,” she tells me. “I’d wait forever for you.” I nod and let the first tear fall. “Forever, Freckles.”
“Daisy Mitchell,” Stacey says, sniffing and kissing her head, looking up at me. “She’s our Daisy Mitchell.”

