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“Do you like what you do?”

“Yes. It keeps people like Romone and your family in check.”

She frowned. “It doesn’t stop them from doing what theydo.”

“True, but if they didn’t do it, others would. Like you said, the world is an evil place and full of evil people.”

She nodded.

“But have faith, for every evil person, I believe there is someone out there who is here to make the world a better place,” he said.

“Do you believe that?”

“Yes, there’s me, and then there’s you,” he said.

“I don’t make the world a better place.”

“Trust me, Morgan, you do make this world a better place.” If it hadn’t been for her, her family would still be out there hurting people. It was because of her that he killed them. It wouldn’t be long before Romone had someone else handling the trafficked women. There was too much money in it for him to give up that business easily.

Just thinking about Romone, he knew he was going to have to come up with a plan to deal with him. He had thought about attacking his businesses, but that didn’t seem his style, and besides, there was no fun in that. So, for now, he’d opted to wait.

Romone would expect retaliation, and Carver was going to wait until he’d come up with the perfect solution in how to deal with him. The truth was, Romone had earned himself a death certificate. He’d sent a man onto his property.

With Morgan now his wife, he had something precious to take care of. If anything happened to her, the whole world would regret creating him.

The scars were from when he was sloppy, when he fell asleep and an enemy decided to cut him up. They were reminders to never sleep until his enemy was dead.

There were different levels of enemies. He was going to enjoy playing with Romone. When the right time came, he wasgoing to enjoy ending his life.

Chapter Seven

Morgan woke up and at first, she didn’t know where she was, and the arm around her waist startled her. Her first instinct was to throw it off, but then she remembered Carver, her husband.

After their long bath last night, he helped her out of the tub and dried her, rubbing her body all over with a towel. Once she was dry, he’d dried himself and then gone hunting for some food. He returned quickly with a plate filled with random cheeses, hams, some bread, and pickles.

She’d never been allowed food in her room, so she never experienced eating food in her bed, and it was a whole new sense of enjoyment. Another way of her breaking away from her parents and living her own life.

Carver had fed her some cheeses and ham, each of which was delightful. The only one she couldn’t eat was the blue cheese. That had been a little too strong for her, and she hated to admit it, but all she’d tasted was mold. Carver loved it, so he’d enjoyed several slices.

He took the plate away after they were finished, and Morgan laid back on the bed, waiting for him to return. She’d been so sleepy. At some point, she must have fallen asleep, as she’d woken up to Carver sliding in beside her, putting an arm across her waist, and pulling her against him. She’d been tempted to protest but didn’t know why. Carver’s arms around her felt amazing.

Now, as she woke up to the weight of his arm, she didn’t want him to stop. This was home. This felt safe. She loved it when Carver touched her. He ran a hand down the curve of her body, and she let out a little moan, enjoying each sensation as he explored her body.

“You’re awake,” she said.

“Of course I’m awake. I’m next to a beautiful woman.” He kissed her shoulder, and she finally turned her head to look at him, and she couldn’t help but smile.

The hand at her hip moved around and he touched her stomach. She somehow managed to hold in her gasp, especially as he slowly stroked toward her pussy. Morgan wanted to spread her legs, to invite him inside her, but she also didn’t know if he’d like that. Would he consider her being too forward?

“Spread them,” he said.

She loved it when he commanded her to do things. Without argument she spread her legs wide for him. He pressed his palm against her pussy, and the warmth of his hand made her gasp.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He slid a single finger through her slit, and she cried out as he touched her clit. “You’re so sensitive.”