Fucking.
Anything to click my brain off of being back in this fucking town, with these stupid-ass problems andher.
For a minute, I was getting used to the idea of Bay being pregnant, she was having somethingIwanted.
It wasn’t that I necessarily needed to have kids now, but it happened.
Then she lost it.
Like she lost me.
Teeth scrape needily against my cock, and I flinch back to my cold reality, flicking my irritated gaze down to some Forsaken Crew groupie who’s as bad as any bitch when your sole focus isn’t on them.
I scowl, thrusting my cock deeper down his throat for the childish antic. I didn’t promise to stare deep into his eyes while he sucked me off.
I simply said I needed it and thought it was perfectly clear.
Apparently, not.
I hear a succession of hammers suddenly being pulled back on guns, dispatching my attention around the room for the cause when I immediately find it.
Bay Astor.
And she came to play with me tonight.
In a simple white dress that hides all of her curves, it doesn’t stop my imagination. Her luminous blue eyes are already locked and loaded on me, and despite knowing I should feel shame, I feel nothing but annoyance.
Here we go the fuck again.
The asshole on his knees for me doesn’t let up for a second, not noticing the shift in the room, but why should he? He’s gay as fuck, pussy isn’t his go-to, and he’s never in his life, or past lives, experienced anyone like Bay Astor.
The Queen of South Shore.
My crew has their weapons pointed at her and the masked men she just strolled in with. As if this washerhang-out, and I’m intruding in the space.
However, it’s quite the opposite.
I’m in The Landings. A place she’s been warned to stay out of. But since Emilio’s gone, I guess the place does fall into her lap now.
Sighing, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m not in the mood to say shit nor acknowledge her presence.
But she sure as hell takes in mine.
“Boys,” she greets, somewhat sweetly, but there’s still the hardcore badass bitch tone to it. “Go back to doing whatever it was you were doing. I’m here strictly on business.”
No one drops their shit.
Why would they? She’s an outsider and always has been. It doesn’t matter who her real father is; my crew has been bred and raised to hate South Shore.
And they’re currently in the room.
“I charge by the hour,” I surmise, steering my focus back to her. “If you wanna watch, you’ve got to pay.”
I expect a glower, but all Bay does is hold out her hand and receive a wad of cash instead from some burly motherfucker all tucked away behind a ski mask.
She just ruined my goddamn vibe and head.
The dude who was just sucking me off loosens his lips around my cock and looks over at the interruption.
