“He’s going to die for what he’s done.”
“If Hector doesn’t get to him first.”
She’s not wrong. If Tyrant’s crossed him, it’s a race to see who catches the piece of shit first.
My cell vibrates with a call from Corrupt. Tyrant’s gone to ground. Not answering his burner. Not showing up at any of his usual spots. Layla is in the wind, too. Her place looks like she left in a hurry. They're running together. That stupid cunt isn’t pregnant. She was just trying to fuck up my life or torture Daisy.
I want to comfort her, but I’ve got a million questions running through my mind. None of them are good, and I don’t trust myself right now. I’m too angry. Venom burns through my body. I should be out there with the rest of the club hunting this motherfucker.
I can’t sit around here waiting, but I don’t want to leave Daisy unprotected. Sure, I could put a prospect on her, but she’s mine. No one is going to fight and bleed or kill for her like I will.
The night wears on, and we’re no closer to finding him. Daisy passed out on the couch in Big Daddy’s office hours ago.
The guys drag in around two a.m.
There’s been no sight of Layla or Tyrant.
Prez thinks they’ve fled to Mexico seeking asylum with the Juarez brothers.
Daisy seems to think Hector is displeased with Tyrant, but I don’t know.
When daylight breaks, we get our answer. A van with no license plate and blacked-out windows pulls up to the clubhouse gate and slings two trash bags out. One contains Tyrant’s torso. We know because of the tattoos on his chest. The other bag is Layla’s head.
I’m pissed I don’t get the satisfaction of killing him myself. I can only find comfort in hoping he met a violent and painful end.
We don’t know what they did with Tyrant’s head or Layla’s body. The parts we do have will be turned to ash at the local crematorium.
Hector’s message could be a gift or a warning. I’m not sure which.
I drive Daisy home.
Neither of us says anything. We’re both fucking drained. When I crawl into bed with her, she nestles into my side.
We still have the issue of Hector and him claiming to have Daisy’s kid. He’s playing with her heart and her mind. It’s sick. The bastard needs to die, and I’m going to be the one to take him out.
All I can think about are all the ways I want to kill him for all the hell and pain he’s put her through.
Later, I wake up to Daisy’s sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. Her nails scoring my stomach muscles. My fingers find purchase in her hair. Her tongue glides along the underside of my shaft as she works me to the back of her throat. Her attention to my cock is a welcome distraction. She stretches her mouth to the limits, tears gathering in the creases of her eyes.
I push her wild and messy hair out of her face. Brushing a knuckle along the apple of her cheek. Keeping those big doe eyes on mine, she deep throats me like a good girl. The way she takes her time with my dick, like the taste of me on her tongue is herfavorite thing in the world, is damn sexy. Fucking hot the way she works her fist and lips.
I arch into her, pumping my hips to fuck her pretty mouth. When I growl out her name, she eases off just enough to swirl her tongue around the crown, teasing the slit, licking the pearl of precum. She smiles around the head like a fucking menace, teasing my balls with her dainty fingers, knowing at any second now I’m going fucking erupt.
Grabbing her under her arms, I pull her up to me. My girl straddles my hips with her mouth swollen and her gaze hungry. There’s no talking this time. She grinds down, taking me inside her in one greedy motion. She’s so fucking warm and wet. Perfect. I’m too turned on to care about going slow. I grip her ass, kneading the thick flesh. My teeth find her neck while I take her wrists in my hands. Daisy rides me hard, her body shuddering each time I hit the right spot.
She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I stare at the way our bodies join. The way my cock disappears inside her. Her walls squeeze me tight, her pussy curving to my dick. There’s nothing better than the way she comes alive for me. It’s beautiful watching her lose all control and taking what she wants from me. Her ass bounces on my thighs as she sets the tempo.
I want to come, but she’s not there. Not yet. I gather her hair at the nape, yanking her head back, watching her tits jiggle. I lean up to capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and licking her taut skin.
“Fuck, Babygirl.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. Then it happens. She goes still, her pussy contracts, and her release hits. I flex my hips and come with her. We stay joined, her milking my cock of every last drop until I go soft inside her. When I slip out of her, I replace my dick with two fingers, shoving my come back in her as it runs down her thighs.Then I pull her up to sit on my face and eat her till she’s coming so hard she cries.
I could die a happy man being smothered by her pretty pussy. She rolls over next to me. We lay in silence, both of us breathless and completely spent. I’ll never tire of this. Of her. I know beyond a doubt I’m going to put a ring on her finger one day.
I’m going to give her the life she deserves if it kills me. I kiss the crown tattoo behind her ear. I know what it means. One day the Queens of Anarchy will call on her for a favor, and when they do, I’ll be by her side.
The call comes early.
The ringing of her cell wakes us both. Daisy rubs her eyes and lets out a yawn. She pads quietly through her apartment. The glow of her phone screen illuminates her face as she slides back into bed with me. Her voice comes out sleepy with a soft spoken, “Hello.”
