The door opens and Tanner re-enters, followed by Turner. “Jesus Christ, Lucy. Have some fucking respect for yourself,” he hisses.
Turner Mason does runs for the Cartel and takes out their competition. He’s their own personal hitman. He and Tanner are all business, but Tanner doesn’t mind getting his dick wet, no matter the situation. Turner’s dick is a little more complicated. He used to be obsessed with a girl. I don’t know the whole situation, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he kidnapped her and has her tied to a bed, mimicking the picture of the girl in their office.
Lucy’s head snaps in his direction, and she glares at him. “Fuck you, Turner!”
Tanner tosses the empty duffel bag by my chair. Turner just shakes his head in disappointment at his sister.
Lucy grew up without a mother. She had her brothers and a dad, so all she knows is men. I’m not saying it’s an excuse. I’m just saying that I understand why she thinks she has to be partially undressed and high for attention. Her father raised her to be like the woman in the picture hanging on the office wall. And if I told her I wanted to do the same thing to her right now on this table while everyone watched, she would say yes in a heartbeat.
I’m not into that bondage, BDSM,crawl to me on all fours and lick my shoes while you call me daddytype of shit. Bones is, though. Bones has to be in control in every aspect of his life. That’s why he stays sober, and I’m always high. I like the out-of-control experience.
Can I be aggressive in bed? Absolutely. But I’m not into degrading women.
“He’s such an ass,” she growls, watching Turner over my shoulder.
“When did Tanner get out?” I whisper in her ear so no one can hear us.
“Last week. Wish he’d go back.”
My brows arch. They used to be close since he was the one who ended up raising her. Their dad passed when she was thirteen, and Tanner took over the father-figure role, but it was too late. Lucy had already been groomed to be a whore and needed acceptance from any man she could get her hands on. But I don’t think any less of her. I’ve never been one to judge, and I will not start now.
“Let’s go back to my place,” she offers, kissing my neck.
Fuck!I’m not sleeping with her now. Not after I slept with April. That’s who I want. That’s why I’ve been avoiding Lucy.
“No, he’s here to hang out with us,” Trey says, saving me. “So get off his cock and go do some work.” He slides the cocaine-covered mirror, razor blade, and hundred-dollar bill over to me.
“Trey,” she whines.
“You heard him,” Tanner barks at her. “Go get to work, Lucy.”
She glares at him over my shoulder, and that right there is why she wants him to go back to prison—he’s making her work. He probably has her serving drinks or taking bets down in the pit for the fights.
“Fucking bastard,” she hisses, getting off my lap and shoving her skirt down her thighs.
Trey laughs at her as she storms out.
APRIL
I wake upwith a pounding headache. Rolling over onto my side, I bury my face into my pillow and groan.
“That rough, huh?”
I jolt upright with a scream at the sound of someone else’s voice.
“Whoa.” Jasmine raises her hands, her back casually resting against my headboard.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, placing my hand to my pounding heart.
She tilts her head to the side and frowns. “Damn. You werereallydrunk last night.”
I collapse back onto the bed.
“I called you, and Grave answered. He asked me to come stay with you. Said you were drunk. He needed to go do something, and he didn’t want to leave you alone.”
“Grave asked you to come over?” I look up at her.
She nods, shoving a flaming hot Cheeto in her mouth. “He waited for me to get here before he left.”
