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Ry had a point. He suddenly seemed more righteous in his wrongs than his brother.

I stood up. "Ry, can I go pack my things?"

"Love, where we are going we do not need things. It is all taken care of," Ry uttered calmly. He took my hand.

"Yet you still come here every chance you get and beg for money," Colt threw in.

"Like you said, brother, I am still a Lewis."

With that we left the house. At the entrance Ry's car waited. It was a black Mustang with dark windows. He even opened the door for me.

"I left my driver at home. Colt does not like it when I bring my people over to his house," Ry explained as we drove away. Ry had a driver? "I do not mind though. I love driving this baby."

He showed me how much he loved it by taking the car to the edge of its limits.

Ry drove over the limit throughout our drive. Where we went there were no mansions and luxurious gateways. It was odd for me. I only got to face the poor when I was inside the agency.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him in a small voice.

"To my kingdom, love. It is a place that not even Colt motherfucking Lewis can ruin," Ry told me. His phone rang. It was in the drawer right in front of me. "Fetch me my phone, will ya?"

I opened the drawer and took the phone out. It looked like a satelite phone. Ry immediately answered it.

"James!" Ry was excited to talk to that person. One hand grabbed the steering wheel and the other held the phone. "I visited my big bro and ended up with an order."

He laughed. "No, that is your type of case. Although we would not mind helping you out again. It was fun. I still like rubbing it in my brother's face. They have no idea where that Gomez girl is."

Ry's face took a more serious expression. "I will have some of my people handle it. I got the girl to babysit. You know what they about the babysitter, right? I will be busy for the next few days."

"Bye, James." He hung up.

"Who was that?" I asked in curiosity.

"That, love, is the proof that not every rich man with a dick is willing to be a puppet of our society," Ry replied. He made it so easy to like him. Ry portrayed all of my addictions. He was danger in person and he thought out of the box.

Ry slowed down when we reached an Italian restaurant. Next to the restaurant there was a little road that led to a parking lot in the back of the restaurant.

There were three men in that lot. It seemed like they were watching the cars.

Ry jumped out of the car and then he opened my door for me to get out as well.

"You are back, boss," one of the men said. They were all keeping their distance to Ry.

"Take her away. Clean her up." Shit. Was I meant by that? These men looked muscular. If I tried to leave, they would overpower me. "I do not like the dirt on her wheels."

Huh. He meant the car.

"It is already done, boss," the other man said.

Ry put his arm around my shoulder. The men did not acknowledge me at all, but I still felt out of place. Ry's touch made me feel funny. It felt like he owned me in that moment.

Ry had only touched my shoulders and I was already thinking about all the other ways he could put his hands to use.

As we walked into the building that surrounded the lot, I said, "The restaurant did not look that crowded. Whose cars were in the back?"

I had counted eleven cars.

"Mine." I swallowed roughly.

"Who are you?" I asked him. The man who had brought me here was more than just Colt Lewis' brother.

"I don't act and tell. I mostly act," he whispered into my ear. I felt shivers. There was more excitement in my last hour with Ry than in the month I had spent with Colt.