“From?
“Unknown, but it’s not hard to guess. This bounty is for her head, not alive, and they want the job
done for them. That’s why they’re paying double.”
“So it’s from the one who killed her or so they claimed.”
He nodded once.
It was hard to do the math when my balls were about to explode, and that bitch was sucking me off
like her life depended on it, but I did my best.
The legend said Anastasia Romanov was killed by a rival clan. Another crime family in Chicago
—Irish, maybe Italian? I didn’t remember—that killed the father and the daughter in retaliation.
Another legend said it was a lovers’ fight. She’d fallen for a guy from the enemy crime family, ran
away with him and changed her name. Except later on, the guy came out of his burrow about to marry
another girl, and some even said he was a psycho and killed her in a jealous fit. Either way, her body was never found, and Anastasia Romanov had been a ghost ever since.
“What do you say, Prez? Get the boys?” Cottonmouth smirked.
“The Mob shit ain’t pretty. We’d better sit this one out,” I groaned, pulling the blonde harder,
fucking her mouth. “She’s probably dead anyway, and this whole thing is bullshit.”
“But if she isn’t, and someone else finds her? I know you so fucking well, Savage. You’re gonna
kick yourself in the balls if someone beats you to it.”
I couldn’t deny the money was good, and the club and I lived for the thrill. I’d always known
where I belonged. Jesse Savage was born to wear the Wicked Warriors’ president patch. Club life
was the only life I’d ever known or wanted.
My head fell back as I grunted, about to come. “And if it’s a waste of time?”
“Not gonna be because who cares if she’s a rumor or a ghost? All we have to do is find a bait that
fits the description.”
My cum shot so hard down the bitch’s throat, and she swallowed like the good girl she was.
“Fuck.”
He chuckled. “See? You fucking like it.”
My head fell back again, and I glanced at him sideways, sated, mulling what he said over. “You’re
gonna get me killed, ain’t you?”
“Not on my watch, Prez. She was fourteen when she disappeared six years ago. Her only family
left is her ninety-year-old grandma and her uncle that hasn’t even seen since she was twelve. He ran
