“Yeah. I fuckin’ love, Moonbeam.” His very hot gaze met mine. “Unless, you’re gonna tell me Jekyll did ’em. Because if he did, I’ll kill him.”
I grinned. “Vanna did them. The girls were with me. No men in attendance.”
He cupped my breasts, careful to avoid my nipples. “Are they sore?”
“A little tender, but they won’t be like this forlong.”
He grinned. “Jesus, they’re gonna be fun.”
“Oh, I know. I have plans.” I slid my hands up his chest. “When I’m all healed, I’m going to replace the bars with hoops so I can attach things to them for you to tug on.”
“Fuck, yes.”
I cupped his face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m golden.”
“What happened?”
“Cletus and Marva will never hurt another child again.”
I gasped. “Meaning?”
“Meaning, Rabbit and I took care of both of them.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Yes.”
I gripped his cut. “Did you killher?”
“No.” He frowned. “You know my rule, Sierra. No women or kids.”
I bit my lip and whispered, “Did you make him hurt before you killed him?”
He took a minute before he answered. “Yes.”
“How?”
He gently lowered my T-shirt. “ThatI’m not gonna tell you, baby.”
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t need that in your head.”
“I can handle it.”
“Don’t care,” he said. “You don’t need the visual.”
“Is anyone going to come looking for you?”
“Nope. No fingerprints, no DNA, no evidence left behind,” he promised. “Except Cletus’s tapes and a few of his bitch’s own incriminating ones.”
I swallowed. “She had videos, too?”
“She did.”
“I’m going to be sick,” I rasped, then made a run for my bathroom.