His face falls.
“Mama gets paid soon, and we can get more food, okay?” I’m quick to reassure him.
He sits forward, and I know what he’s going to say before he says it. “Like chocolate cars?”
The moment we stepped foot in the food store, his eyes latched onto the box with a car on the front with promises of chocolate car parts inside. Of course, I didn’t have enough money to buy one, but I promised him the moment I did, I’d make sure he got a box like his classmates.
“Okay, so what if you talk a little more at school, I can get you one?” I wink at him and smile.
His lips turn into a pout as he thinks about something before he nods, making his dark locks cover his eyes. That’s something else he needs—a haircut.
Why the hell is being a single mom on a normal living wage so difficult? I wonder if I can pull some extra shifts. Jolie offered to watch Noah for me, and in turn, I could watch her rowdy bunch. The thought of leaving Noah with someone I don’t know very well makes my stomach churn; I’m not ready for that just yet. Besides, I don’t know how he’d react to it either, and I don’t want to push too much too soon. The last thing I want is for him to regress.
When I shake the cereal into the bowl, my stomach plummets; there’s barely enough for a full bowl. I pull my lip into my mouth and contemplate what my mom would do. She’d probably let me have a cookie as I headed out toschool. That I can do. Grabbing the bag of cookies, I’m relieved I didn’t finish them during the night when I desperately needed something sweet to satiate my raging hormones. I place the bowl and cookie down in front of Noah.
“Wow. I get a cookie too?” He glances up at me with the biggest smile, and not for the first time, I’m grateful he has my bright-green eyes.
“You do. Be a good boy and eat them all up.” I pat his head and smile to myself. Something that was almost a disaster was mended with a simple cookie.
I can totally do this.
“I want to live here forever.” Noah grins around his spoon, and I know exactly what he means because I feel the same way.
But as my eyes latch onto the very spot Killa had me kneeling last night, my stomach does a weird flip.
I want to stay here forever, but I’m not so sure the Unholy Savages will allow it.
KILLA
The ride down from Pennsylvania to Florida sucked donkey cock. It took three long damn days and two shitty motels to arrive, and all the while, thoughts of Cassidy consumed me. She took me so damn beautifully, her green eyes sparkling as if begging for everything I was giving her and more. Was it guilt that had her submitting so epically? Whatever it is, I don’t give a fuck. She sucked me down like no woman has before, and even more importantly, she made me come harder than ever. Next time, I want her to make a show of licking my piercing clean. There will be a next time. I’ll make sure of it.
I want my cum spilling from her mouth, her tongue hanging out while I spurt all over her face.Fuck yeah.
Reliving that moment over and over again is getting me nowhere and only contributing to my growing anger. I went there for answers, not to receive more questions. I wanted to hurt her in order to gain some closure, yet I received none. Not a damn one. All I received was a raging cock eager for more.
Her eyes shimmered with expectation as she choked on me, the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen.
Did she really think I was going to grant her pleasure?
She doesn’t deserve it, not at all. Not when so many victims, past and potentially present, have suffered, and she most likely holds the key to their fates. I know she has the answers to the questions whirling in my head and the knowledge of the traffickers still working now. There’s no way in hell she will get pleasure from me while my torment continues. Not until she gives me answers at least.
“You good?” Hunter’s eyebrow rises. He’s been doing that a lot over this past week; he can probably sense the raging turmoil inside me. “You need a woman.” He grins and his eyebrows dance.
I snort on the water I’m drinking. The water is barely fucking cold, but I’ll take it. When you’ve been on the road as long as we have—particularly in scorching heat—you’d happily drink piss if it meant you were drinking something wet.
“This is as warm as my piss.” Warrior spits his water out on the dirt road, making me chuckle. “I need a fucking cold beer,” he grumbles.
For a VP, he sure knows how to bitch about everything and anything.
“VP, I got some piss right here if you want it,” Slash, our enforcer, states, then grabs his crotch while slapping Warrior on the back.
Warrior pushes his hand off his shoulder. “Don’t want shit from you.”
“Ahh, I see how it is. You want me to dye my hair red too, is that it?” Slash mocks, and I wince, knowing he doesn’t realize how deep that comment goes. Warrior stiffens and just as quickly drops his shoulders. Slash is walking a fine line without realizing it. “Dixie girl, waiting in bed for you?” he singsongs, and he’s going to get sliced up again if he doesn’t stop.
“Don’t care where the fuck she’s waitin’.” Warrior stands taller, puffing out his chest. “But can paint your fuckin’ face red if you wanna continue goin’ there.”
Slash grins, and it’s borderline deranged. “Nah, I’m good. I’m pretty enough already.” He bats his lashes, causing a roar of laughter to flow through my brothers.
