She sighs, “I understand.”
I cock my head, “Do you?”
She says deadpan, “Yes” she takes a breath before continuing like a wind up toy, “I have to do something in the meantime. I can’t sit here idly. With the winter break ending in the next couple of days, I have to go back pretending to everyone that everything is okay. And what to tell them about Cedric?” The anxiousness rises in her voice, breaking in between words.
I pull her off the chair, cradling her in my arms, applying that pressure, like a human gravity blanket. Her heart racing out of her chest kills me.
“We’re going to figure it out. You’re not doing this alone.”
“What about ‘club business’?” she asks, the sass in her tone.
“Yes, club business. At the end of the day, certain things don’t concern ol’ ladies. Which means you. And you’re damn lucky that Rawlings even considered bringing the women for another meeting.” I say.
“It’s an adjustment.”
“Well no shit.” I say, laughing.
She presses her lips. “I’ll try to do better.”
“That’s all I’m asking, angel, that you consider both parties now. I’m not asking you to put the club over Finn or Lilly. But remember there’s two families now.”
She wiggles out of my arms, “Families listen to each other.”
“Now you and I both know that’s not true.”
“Well, most of them,” she reconsiders.
“Angel, you’re a strong woman, and a fighter, maybe not physically, but you fight in your own ways. Don’t think I don’t see that now,” she hops off my lap.
“Excuse me, I can get you on the ground, no problem,” she taunts. I stand up, knocking the chair behind me.
“I don’t think so,” stepping closer to her.
In a flash, she strips off her shirt, giving me a view of her luscious breasts.
Well shit.
I drop to my knees, pulling a nipple free from her bra, taking it into my mouth. She drops her head back in a ripple of pleasure.
“See I told you I could get you on the ground,” she teases.
I give her other nipple a twist.
I mean everyone says makeup sex is better than anything else.
Later, Finn and Charlotte needed to go back to the house. As much as I want to be there, I send one of the prospects, Donnie, as protection. The club has some planning to do and we have a time limit.
I’m ready to end all of this, but with the Falcons, it seems to be an endless cycle.
A treacherous cycle if anything. Since we're given the deadline we have no choice but to stay put until a plan moves forward, and I have a feeling that nobody else wants to be here that long.
“Shouldn't we bring in the kid since he knows more of the operations?” D.R asks, planting his feet on the coffee table in front of us. I rub my eyes, my brain started to throb.
“I mean it's not a bad idea but what more can he say other than what he's already said?” I point out the other question.
“So remind me what we do know?” Rawlings throws out another question.
Jackson stands up walking around, “We know that the Falcons use a secondary business. Using them as a front to use their shipping containers to bring in the drugs.”
