On the bright side, he doesn’t know I kissed her like she was the last water bottle in the middle of a goddamned desert. I know there’s a chance I’ll never see her again, but boy, she hasstone ovariesthe size of a fucking baseball stadium. I admire her not only because of her courage but for her resolve and perseverance to never give up. Her quest to find Bruno has been active for a long time, and she is going at it with such energy, it seems like she just started today. I’ve never felt this kind of commitment toward another human being before, well, until now, I’d do anything for her…
That’s weird, I don’t know if I should call it love or something else, something more powerful than that cheesy word.
Lust?Definitely.
Protective of her?Yes, uncommon on me, for sure.
But there’s something else. Maybe it’s her decision to reject the protection from anyone else but herself even when she knows she has a thousand eyes looking out for her all the fucking time.
To be completely honest, she’d make an excellent old lady. I’m tired of all the club bitches, and even though the sex is great, it has become boring and part of a routine I am starting to dislike, especially when they just jump on your cock and moan like a horny animal. I don’t even have to try to fuck extremely hot women anymore – they want me, they throw themselves at my feet, and beg me to do whatever I want to them. It’s dull. There’s no… excitement from my side … No anticipation or planning, it lacks emotion.
Unlike the hunt.
I fucking miss the hunt.The hunter is nothing without his prey.
“What the fuck are you thinking about?” Carter’s question takes me by surprise.
“None of your concern.”
“None of my concern? Are you always this uptight?” He winks at me. This motherfucker is witty, using my words against me.
“Ha-ha.” I fake a laugh.
“I’m only asking because you look depressed, then aroused and end up looking like a psycho, all that in less than five minutes.”
Fuck, was I really showing all that?
“You saw what you wanted to see. I’m already thinking ahead. We need to focus on this. Anyway, we are here,” I say, pulling over.
“Speaking of focus. Are you sure you are up for this?” Pretty boy studies me like I’m a fucking rookie.
“What kind of question is that? Do you know who I am?” This piece of shit thinks I’m not up to this mission.
Me? I was born for it, motherfucker.
Pretty boy shifts his position to me, trying to explain what he’s trying to say.
“That’s not the point. You have an MC to run. I don’t think they have an auto-pilot function. Like you said, we need to focus, that’s what I’m doing.”
“That’s not something you should be worried about,” I say firmly. “I can do this, and I will. You know where the MC is. See you there tomorrow morning.” My voice is hostile and I keep my eyes front, staring at the windshield.
“So… Am I allowed in just like that or what?”
“Did I stutter? Get your ass out of my fucking car already.”
“Back to your old self, I see. Doesn’t matter, I’m getting out. Don’t act like you didn’t want to do this,” he says with a malicious smile then slams the door shut. I take off immediately.
Fuck, that pissed me off.
As soon as I reach the club, Slider, my VP, is waiting for me by the door. He’s the oldest member – a fifty-year-old with the energy of a twenty-year-old. This motherfucker spends his free time partying and drinking rum like a pirate.
“What the fuck are you doing in a cage?” he asks as I step out of the vehicle.
“I had shit to take care of,” I reply.
“No shit. I believe you. It has been a while since I’ve seen you riding anything else other than your bike… or women.” He smirks.
“Let’s talk inside,” I say sharply as I head toward my office.
