Sins of the Past (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

got his feet to work and moved over to her. The first thing he did was lift her face. The side of her face from her forehead down to her cheek was already swelling and turning purple. By morning, he had a feeling the whole side of her face would be black. “You’re lucky he didn’t break your jaw,” he said as he gently pressed his fingers to her cheek.
    “Don’t you start in on me, too. Just tell me who I just killed and if I’m going to jail for the rest of my life for murder.”
    Cole shook his head as he pulled Lorna against his chest. She curled against him without hesitation, letting him know she wasn’t as calm and collected as she was trying to show. Cole could feel the tremors wracking her body. “No, baby, you won’t be going to jail.” All he had to do was make a phone call and the body would disappear. “Trust me, the man was scum and won’t be missed. As far as I’m concerned, you just did the world a favor and made a lot of young girls a little safer.”
    Cole knew Lorna’s adrenaline was crashing when her body started shaking harder. The fact that she had just killed someone was probably sinking in as well. Lifting her in his arms, Cole carried Lorna back to her bedroom and sat her on the bed. By the time he removed the gun holster from her thigh and pulled the knife she was still holding from her grip, Jacob walked into the room.
    “It’s all clear outside and I already called for a cleanup team to retrieve the body,” Jacob said as he headed straight over to Lorna.
    Cole watched as Jacob knelt in front of her and lifted her face.
    After inspecting her jaw, Jacob gently kissed it before kissing her lips. “You scared the life out of me. Don’t ever do that to us again,” he whispered against her lips. Cole couldn’t help but agree.
    “How do you think I felt when you shoved me in the closet and told me to stay like I was some sort of dog? I can take care of myself, and I’ll do it again if I have to. I think I already proved that,” she said stubbornly as she pointing toward the hallway.
    Wanting to take Lorna’s mind off the dead body in the hallway, he asked, “Where did you learn to fight like that anyway?”
    Lorna laughed. “Uncle John. He paid for my karate classes when I grew boobs. With my mom trailing so many strange men in and out of the house, he felt I needed to be able to defend myself just in case. He personally taught me how to shoot and use my knives properly.”
    Cole watched the color come back in Lorna’s face as she talked about the man who raised her as his daughter and silently thanked the man. Cole couldn’t even bear to think of what could have happened to the woman he loved if she hadn’t had the training.
    Sitting down next to Lorna, Cole wrapped his arm around her. Jacob followed and did the same on the other side. Cole wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with her, but he knew that wasn’t possible at the moment. The house was soon going to be crawling with people and there were going to be questions that needed to be answered. Cole sighed as the three of them sat in comfortable silence. He replayed his fantasy of Lorna riding him with camouflage paint on. He wondered if she was into role-play. He could definitely play the bad guy allowing her to take him down before she had her wicked way with him.
    “Stop thinking with your dick,” Jacob said as he cuffed Cole on the back of the head.
    Cole only grinned wider. He couldn’t wait to get everything taken care of so he could convince his little warrior to star in his fantasy.

Chapter 15
     
    Lorna woke up in bed snuggled between her two men and lazily stretched her naked body. They had been great the night before when it finally hit her that she had actually killed someone. She winced thinking of the breakdown when it came. It wasn’t pretty with the tears and snot included, but her men held her through the entire thing even though they had to be pretty grossed out. She had been grossed out and it had been her own bodily fluids. If she hadn’t known her men loved her, she would have realized it at that moment. If the ugly crying face, complete with one black eye that was swollen shut, didn’t scare them off, then it was definitely love.
    Once the guys explained what was going on and who exactly Julio Valente was, Lorna felt a lot better about what she had done. She thought of the many women and young girls the man had tortured and was glad she had been the one to rid the world of