He huffs.“So, what she say to that?”
“I dunno.”
“You must have discussed it, man.”
My guilty expression gives me away.“I told her what was what.She didn’t ...I don’t know.How are words gonna fix this fucking Grand Canyon between us?Waste of time talking about it.”
“Ah, you fucking asswipe, Reaper.You ran out on her.”He shakes his head.“Woman like that deserves more respect, not least ‘cause she did us a solid on several occasions.”
I suddenlyfeellike an asswipe.One of my closest buddies has called me out and he’s not wrong.I rub my temple, a sudden throb starting up.“It was the only way.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, she wanted more.I can’t give her more.Look at where I fucking live.”I gestured around.My small apartment attached to the clubhouse was no place for a classy chick like Scarlet.Here it is basic, oil-stained, gritty underfoot, and the air is blue with curses most of the time.
“I reckon you should have given her the choice instead of running away like a scared fucking fool the moment you felt something for her.”
My hackles rise.“I reckon you should keep your fucking nose out of my business before I smash it into your dumb skull.”
He laughs and tosses his empty bottle into the bin.“Whatever, man, it’s your life.”
“Too right, it is.”I face away from him.Conversation over.
He walks off, still chuckling.I’m tempted to chase him down and give him that pounding.Take the smirk off his face.But I don’t.I sit there brooding, pop another beer, and think of sinking deep into Scarlet’s divine sexy body and watching her eyes flood with bliss when she comes around my dick.I remember the cute little gasps and cries she makes when her orgasm is about to claim her.
My dick twitches in my leathers.
Damn it, I’ve fucked more in the last few days than I have all year, yet I still want more of her.Would I ever get enough of her?Would she be the only woman in my bed for the rest of my life?Am I done now?No one else will ever compare?
I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose.The urge to get on my bike and go to her is almost too much to fight.It’s a need, a real physical draw.
“Hey, Reaper, get your ass in here.”
I turn at the sound of Jock’s voice.“What’s up?”
“We need to go through club finances.”
“Sure.”I push from the bar and follow him into the meeting room.
“Gonna need a new goddamn safe house,” he says, smacking a file onto the desk.“Doesn’t have to be anything fancy but it’s an essential.”
“Yeah, I agree.”I sit, my back aches, and I’m not sure if it’s the strenuous fucking I’ve enjoyed recently or a strain from the gunfight the day before.“Heard anything on the grapevine about the fire?”
“It didn’t spread, which is good.No idea what Forensics have found if anything.”He shrugs.“And if they do ID any bodies, can’t imagine the cops will be crying over the loss of a few Hyenas.”
“True.But they’ll roll up again.”
“Yeah, we didn’t get them all.”
I frown, even more reason to keep Scarlet out of my life.
“Where’s your old lady?”He nods at the bar.
“Change the fucking record,” I mutter.“I’ve just had this shit from Ghost.”
Jock studies me for a moment then shrugs and picks up a calculator.“I reckon we can get something for about fifty grand if we don’t mind doing it up.An old barn even.Plenty of them around.”
“Good plan.”
