The poor bastard would look like a damn model if he hadn’t been slashed with a knife down the side of his face. He doesn’t speak about what happened, but all I know is his papa marked him up, and as soon as Slash was old enough, he unleashed on him and ended up in juvenile hall after they found his papa in pieces.
“Heard she’s currently rolling into pound town on the one-way express to oblivion.” He grins wider.
I choke on a chuckle, and even Warrior can’t hold it in, his laugh booming through the motel parking lot. Slash pulls out his phone and spins it around to us. Dixie is having a train run on her, or train wreck as I like to call it, thanks to the mess that’s gonna be left around her and more than likely on her. As long as some doesn’t land in her, we’re all good.
As much as Savage ensures the club whores are up-to-date with their contraceptives, I wouldn’t trust a single one of them. Not to mention, I don’t want someone else’scum touching my cock. The thought makes my dick want to shrivel up.
Savage knows only too well what it’s like being lumbered with a club whore. His ol’ lady might as well be one of them. She’s batshit crazy and screws everything that moves…and doesn’t, actually. The woman was once so off her head on coke she got caught trying to fuck a corpse; now, Savage does us all a favor and insists on club whores getting tested too.
Still, the thought makes me want to double wrap my cock. One condom doesn’t seem safe enough when I dump a load inside one. Though I don’t seem to have a problem with thoughts of unloading inside my little demon.
A fierce need grows inside me; I need to feel her bare cunt wrapped around my cock. Only mine, not one my brothers have used before me, and not one I intend on letting them use after.
I pull my phone from my jeans and stare down at it, contemplating messaging her. Hunter located her phone number for me, and I guess I should give her a heads-up that I’ll be back soon. My lip quirks at the thought before I fire a text off to her.
Me: Wakey wakey.
The reply is instant, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through me.
Cass: Who the hell is this?
Who the fuck does she think it is? Is she deliberately trying to piss me off?
Me: Are you missing me, Little Demon?
Cass: I’m going to block your number.
Irritation builds inside me like a volcano, and I grind my jaw from side to side. What I really wanted was a nude of her, something to keep me going on this god-awful job, but something tells me she’s going to make me work for getting her to comply. I tap out a response.
Me: Do that and I’ll make you pay.
Me: I’ll make that little mouth of yours so raw you won’t be able to speak to your kid.
Cass: I’m working. Go away.
Me: Give me answers and I’m gone.
Morgue pushes off the wall. “Ready?” he grunts out like it pains him to speak. The man’s face is stoic, barely ever twitching with any emotion. Whatever he went through as a kid has scarred him for life, and I can’t help but feel protective of the man who doesn’t let anyone near him.
Glancing back down at my phone, I sigh at her lack of response. Did I really expect her to, though? I guess there’s a thrill in the chase, because she’s just going to make it up to me later.
“Yeah, let’s roll out.” I lift my chin and flick my cigarette onto the ground, then push off the wall and head over to my hog. Throwing a leg over it, all the tension leaves my body.
The rumble of our engines starting has a familiar rushof adrenaline surging through me. “Ride till we fall! Unholy to the core!” we chant in unison, filling me with the sense of belonging I feel deep in my bones.
As we ride out of the parking lot, my mind flicks back to Cassidy and, weirdly, the kid. I might be a savage, but I hope to Christ he didn’t see something that would scar him for life too.
Brian Beckett, or BB as we like to call him, shakes hands with Warrior and throws himself down in the dingy office chair while the prospects unload the weapons into a waiting crate for further transportation.
“You know, I heard a rumor recently,” he says between chomping obnoxiously on his gum.
I take another puff of my cigarette, wishing it was a blunt, but knowing how strong our latest batch is, I need my wits about me to drive back to the clubhouse.
“You wanna narrow that rumor down?” Warrior mumbles, eyeing him, with booted feet up on Brian’s desk like he owns the place.
Brian licks his lips and shifts forward, resting his hands on the table as if he’s about to tell us a big secret. He glances around the room, acting even more cryptically. Warrior lifts an eyebrow, unimpressed by his dramatics.
“I heard that the girl you’re searching for isn’t dead after all.”
