*****
Savage
“Had a good time, Prez?” Viper gave me a shit-eating grin. “I could hear her screaming from here.”
I shut the door to my room and glared at him. “None of your fucking business, asshole.”
That slapped the fucking grin off his face. “You all right, Savage?”
No. I fucked up. I kissed a girl I was supposed to kill. I listened to her lies and hoped they were
true so I would keep her as long as I could. I broke the rules. My fucking rules. Never mess around
with my catch. Never listen to their stories. Never get attached, not to a captive, not to any pussy.
Sia—or whatever her name was—made me break each and every one of my rules, and the worst
part was, I didn’t give a shit.
I fucking liked that kiss so much I wanted to do it again and again for a very long time. I got a
fucking hard-on I couldn’t shake off from the moment I felt her writhing under me. And when I saw
her naked… Fuck me. I could barely stop myself from sinking my cock inside her, but I couldn’t
prevent myself from kissing her.
As much as I loved every second, every lick, every bite, I had a feeling kissing that girl would be
the biggest mistake I’d ever made in my whole life.
I fucked up big time. But no. I couldn’t let myself fuck up some more. I couldn’t let her get into my head again. I’d never failed at a hunt before. I wasn’t gonna start now. I’d always delivered. This job couldn’t be any different.
I glanced at Viper. “You stay here. Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.”
“Sure thing.”
I went downstairs and ordered some guys to go find the car before the pigs or worse found it.
Dawn would break in a few hours, and someone was bound to find the car. Once they brought it here
and hid it from all eyes, they’d search it well, looking for any proof she wasn’t full of shit or anything that could help us at all. Then they’d take it to our junkyard where all evidence that girl ever exited would be crushed into scrap metal.
The party was at its peak. Everybody was having fun. Boots and Snake were drinking and getting
their cocks sucked like kings. Cottonmouth was probably having a threesome in his room. Racer’s old
lady had returned from the club, and she was sitting with him at the bar, making him smile again.
The whole gang was happy, and I… I wiped my mouth, the memory of her taste and softness
infuriating. She was so fucking soft, so…different. I’d never tasted someone like her before. Someone I’d have never met, let alone kiss, if her bad luck hadn’t thrown her in my club tonight.
Our paths weren’t ever meant to cross. She was cut from a different cloth, obviously, born rich,
went to fancy schools, and was fucking spoiled. Her only problem was getting married to a prick she
didn’t like. Look how running away turned out for her. Another prick fucked her over and shot her.
