“I love you, Leeva.”
The switch from the hedonistic sex god to the best friend I’ve loved for years is smooth and seamless. Because Hayes is two sides of a coin. Both the sex god and my beloved best friend, but it also applies to him as Hayes and Army: my childhood best friend and the dark, dangerous member of a criminal MC.
And I love all sides and parts of him.
And I could be the one who gets him killed.
It’s a stark reminder, as is my worry that when he leaves, reality will come crashing in, or the past few days will all turn out to be nothing more than a fever dream my Hayes-starved brain has concocted.
“I love you, too. So much,” I stress, and he kisses my forehead. “I just need you to be safe. Or as safe as possible since you’re a criminal and all.”
My attempt at levity works, and he smirks. “Born and raised in the lifestyle, little dove.”
I grip the sides of his cut. “You’ll come clean to Ash and the rest of the Council? And make a plan?”
Hopefully, a plan that prevents him from facing the end of a gun because of his choice to be with me.
He leans down to brush his lips over mine. “I promise. Now, be a good girl and eat the breakfast I made you.”
I look over my shoulder at the buffet of options on the counter.
“You’re going to need your energy tonight for Hedon.”
My pussy clenches at the promise, and he gives me one more filthy kiss, then backs away from me.
When he turns to walk toward the door, I admire his lethal, stealth-like grace and that amazing backside.
“Stop staring at my ass.” He grins at me over his shoulder. “Remember to video if you’re going to finger-fuck yourself.”
“I do have a vibrator, you know.”
He reaches inside his cut and pulls something out. It’s my vibrator. “No, you don’t. And the only toys that are allowed to go into that delicious pussy are ones I put in.”
Oh. Dear. Jesus.
Slipping the vibrator back into his inside pocket, he flashes me another smirk, then he’s gone out the door.
Chapter 33
Army
IgiveHugoadiscreet nod as I leave Leeva’s gated property. He’s the second-in-command of the Saints—one of our closest allies—and Dom, the leader, sent him when I called in a favor. Hugo and Dom will rotate to keep an eye on Leeva’s place for me since I can’t ask Digits or any of our MC members to do it right now. Neither of them knows what’s going on or who they’re watching, though; I just called in a favor, and they responded. But this isn’t a long-term solution.
I considered calling Len to ask her and her team to handle the surveillance, but based on our last conversation, I know she has her own shit going on. Len would do it for me, though; however, that would spread her thin, and with the kind of work she does, if distracted, it could end in her being killed.
Leeva is right, though; I need to talk to Ash and the rest of the Council about all this. But I’m delaying it because I know the fight I’m going to have with them when I do.
Even if Guerilla isn’t aware that Leeva is back yet, when he does find out—and when he discovers she’s the widow ofa billionaire—he’ll do anything to sink his claws into her and assert his claim. My greedy brother won’t give a shit that Leeva made Luthor sign a prenup so she wouldn’t make a total fortune when he died. She’s still a wealthy woman, and all he’ll see are dollar signs and opportunity get more of the Wentzell fortune.
And with the old guard—particularly Razor and Thunder—likely to support Guerilla’s claim over Leeva, even without his tattoo on her, just to strike at Ash and me, internal war could be brewing.
But I don’t give a fuck.
Because I hadn’t lied to Leeva.
I won’t survive if I lose her again.
Instead of going to the MC clubhouse to talk to Ash, as I know I should, I go to my office at Vixen’s, our premier, upscale strip club, to get some much-needed work done.
