What happened to me being out of your system?
Miller speaks, snagging my attention a second before my phone vibrates again.
“What?” I ask.
He shoves the rest of his donut into his mouth. “I said I gotta take a shit. Then we should go. The sergeant said he’s got plans for me today.”
I scoff. “Yeah, fucking of course he does.”
He smiles as he pushes to standing. “You’re just jealous I’m the new golden boy.”
“Take all the glory you want. Just be careful you don’t drag South Bay into the crossfire on your way to collect your hero badge. Bullets start flying, you know who will end up bleeding.”
Another vibrate. Against my better judgement, I open the message.
Grace:
You know what I’ve been thinking about? That thing you do with your tongue.
Me:
Yeah? What else?
Grace:
How badly I want to feel your cock hitting the back of my throat.
Heat flooding me, I find her in the crowd.
She smiles, bottom lip pulled into her teeth. Fucking. Woman.
Me:
Careful. Or I might have to tie you up again and do some very bad things to you.
Grace:
Yeah? What kind of things? Describe them to me.
Me:
I’d rather show you. You’re getting pretty good at begging. All you gotta do is say please.
“Decker.” A deep voice startles me. Jumping, I dart a look at the man towering over me. Thick beard, long hair tied back, disconcerting resemblance to the man who sired me. My brother. “We gonna do this or what?”
Confused, I frown up at him. When he only lifts his brows, it dawns on me. “He sentyou?”
I expected someone important. Axe’s inner circle. Maybe Tex. It’s been a while since he’s been in jail, and other than Jack, his record is probably the cleanest. That’s important. Someone with too long a rap sheet might get a jail sentence too severe for Axe to stomach. Too big a sacrifice.
The cleaner the record, the easier it’ll be for Triss to argue the prosecutor down to a bullshit sentence like community service or some sort of program.
But Jack? He’s the VP of an outlaw MC. There’s no arguing around that, no lesser sentence.
“Go sit down. Your idiot prez has lost his damn mind. I can’t arrest you.”
He grins. “Then I’ll make you. Check my left pocket before you book me.”
The slap he lays on me nearly knocks me off my chair. I recover in time to jump up and dodge his next hit, but the damage has been done.
