And his enemies.
This has Bratva, Mafia, Cartel, Triads, or syndicates written all over it.
But why is this one feeling so close? Why do I feel Fate’s strings pulling us in, and like Sasha is at the center of it all?
We can’t protect her. The Feds have her. In fact, it feels sketchy how they whisked her away like she was a government asset.
“Alright.” I slap my knees. “Go to the brewery and get my backup; I don’t care if they’re killer cousins. I’ll cover Alena tonight, and?—”
“How?” Nash looks skeptical.
“Uh…”I’m going to Pleasure Dom your daughter on the bondage tower.“We’re having dinner.”
Nash glares. “The fuck you are.”
“We’re friends. Remember?”
“I carry a Magnum, remember?”
Sire saves me again, joking, “Yeah, yeah, we all need Magnums, and we’re burning daylight. Let’s go.”
They head out, but I linger like I’m ten again, trying to convince my mom to let me skip school. I didn’t belong there. I belonged working on the peach farm where I grew up, where Mom hid us for so long until she secured our new lives, identities, and this place.
“Why don’t you take the night off, Mom? You deserve it.”
Her arched eyebrow makes me sweat. “No matter how slick you are, son, you can’t slide on barbed wire.”
“Ma’am?”
You don’t have to play dumb with my mom: you are.
She lifts her quilted couture bag. It hides her pistol and the keys to her muscle car.
Standing, she slings the gold chain over her shoulder, cutting me a look. “You know, family flies out the window when Love walks in the door.”She knows.“But I raised you to fight for both. You understand me?”
I swallow. “Yes, ma’am.”
Alena
Mom wants me to love her.
She sighs before pecking my cheek. “So, I’ll go home, sip vodka, and rewatchGame of Thrones…” She swishes toward the door. “Because my sons know how to fill their thrones too.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ALENA
It’s futile,trying not to stare in a sex club.
I mean, you’re supposed to stare, right? To watch.To want. Maybe my jaw shouldn’t hang open, so I snap it shut.
“See what I mean?” Vale gestures to the bodies around us. “It’s so crowded, we blend right in.”
Most are cloaked in black, like her. A few are draped in white, like me. I can see everything through my white lace hood.
Skin.So much skin.Breasts exposed. Nipples sucked. Hands between legs. Faces too. Cocks in mouths. Mouths on mouths. Mouths on pussies.
Did I mention the cocks? Because they’re everywhere and hard, making my breath thin.
