TRAN THREW SUSPICIOUS glances back at Dee as he escorted her and Lydia to Jonathan’s family room.
“Dee,” Lydia whispered. “Don’t do anything crazy.”
“Define crazy.”
They walked into the extravagant, brown and green room with checkered curtains and arched windows.
Jonathan rose from the chair, abandoning the book he was reading. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”
Dee patted the g*n in her pants pocket, trigger finger itching.
“You look beautiful, Deidra.” He took a deep breath between his words. “Lydia.” He slid his hand down his silky, gray shirt, smirking. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“You want to know why I’m here?” Dee asked.
Jonathan approached them. “I already know why.”
Tran stood at the doorway, holding his breath.
“Because you know you belong here.” Jonathan showed a cock
