Page 20 of Two Tricks

Was this how they found me?

Flipping through the notebook, I found more information about me and the leads they had connecting me to Tricks. They were good, I had to give them that, but the one person who started the manhunt for them was Kimber.

“I’ll kill that fucking bitch,” I growled, feeling my anger grow. Brother’s widow or not, she’d crossed the line.

Nothing else on the desk or in the drawers gave me much to go on. Still bitter at being betrayed, I stormed down the stairs, tossed the beer bottle into the sink, and scoured the kitchen for something stronger. After the third try, I struck gold. Every shelf in this cabinet was full of every type of liquor I could think of. I grabbed a bottle of brandy and a glass, taking them both with me back upstairs.

I passed the room I’d woken up in and the bathroom, coming to the last door. It was slightly ajar, so I nudged it open with my elbow and paused before walking in. The whole room looked like an engine threw up everywhere. Parts and tools were scattered all over the floor and rested on any flat surface that could be found. The bed was a small twin mattress on the floor that was shoved in the corner. Car-part company signs were hung on the walls, along with posters of different motorcycles.

“Yup, not even gonna try,” I muttered, backing out of the room. I might get tetanus from something in there.

This time I didn’t bother shutting the door. They weren’t hiding anything in that room. Heading back down, I went for Eagle’s room, having saved it for last. Picasso must have a room elsewhere on the compound, not having seen any other rooms in the house.

Back in Eagle’s room, I sat in the armchair next to his bookshelves and set my brandy on the side table after pouring a glass. Shifting, I looked over the room again now that I had the time to do it at my leisure. It was all very modern but masculine. He had expensive taste and liked the finer things, even if he didn’t let it show openly.

The bed was something I had never seen before. It was a polished black wood platform, much wider than the mattress. It had two steps up, yet the mattress was sunk into the platform, giving off an interesting illusion. The sheets were a soft grey that matched the color of his walls and were tucked in with military precision.

Turning, I scanned over the three bookshelves as I sipped my brady. I never would have picked Eagle to be the type to read, but here before me was proof. Many of them were about leadership, business, and a few biographies. What surprised me was the row of the complete Harry Potter series, and from the looks of them, they had been read many times.

“What do you know, Mr. President likes a little fiction in his rigid life.”

Getting bored and feeling a buzz kicking in, I wandered back out to the living room and flopped belly-first on the couch. I set my glass and brandy on the coffee table and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until I landed on a marathon of MTV’s Catfish. It was trash TV, but I was just tipsy enough to enjoy it. Trying to fill my glass again, I spilled more than made it in my glass, so I gave up and took swigs straight from the bottle. Drunk and lost in my TV show, I had no idea how long I’d been left in the house by myself, so when boots appeared in front of my face, I was surprised.

“Do you know you’re watching TV upside down?” Eagle asked me.

“This was the only way I could get the TV to stop moving,” I answered, pouting at the frown on his face.

“After drinking that much brandy, I’m amazed you’re still able to tell you’re watching TV,” he replied with a grin on his lips.

I liked kissing those lips. Oh! And his dick. I liked kissing that too. Wonder if he would let me play with it again? Wait, was there a reason that I wasn’t going to do that again? Who fucking cares? It was hot and felt amazing, I wanna do it again.

I rolled myself all the way off the couch since my legs were the only thing still on it, the rest of me already on the floor. Kneeling, I looked up at Eagle, who just gave me a questioning look. I crawled up to him and grabbed his jeans to hold myself upright.

“Can I give your dick a mouth hug?” I asked as I rested my head against his crotch.

I heard laughter from behind Eagle, but I couldn’t seem to lift my head to see who it could be. Eagle didn’t answer me; he just bent down and pulled me up by my armpits. When I was upright, he grabbed my ass and lifted me like a child, wrapping my legs around his waist. I let my arms circle around his neck and nuzzled it, liking the smell of him. It was spicy and wild. The next thing I knew, I was being laid down in a bed and the covers were pulled up around me. After that, the world went dark, and I fell blissfully into sleep.

Looking down at the little hellcat, I couldn’t help but smile. She was nothing like any woman I’d ever met before. One moment she was tough as nails, kicking all our asses, then she was passed out in her bed, curled into a ball like a harmless, adorable kitten.

I brushed her soft pink hair out of her face, wanting to see her expression better.

What witchcraft did she use to put me under her spell so fast?

Nothing I did was impulsive. Control was something I craved, needed. When I didn’t have it, it caused chaos in me, and that never went well for the people around me. Forcing myself to leave when all I wanted to do was wrap myself around her, I turned and headed back downstairs.

“I’m impressed. If a woman asked me if she could give my dick a mouth hug, I don’t think I could have said no and tucked her into bed,” Cognac said from the couch.

“That’s why I’m president—I can make the tough calls.”

He just laughed and turned back to watch his soccer match.

Entering the kitchen, I started to figure out what I wanted to make for dinner. It was a rule in the house that we always had dinner together if we didn’t have more pressing matters to attend to. Many of the books and things I’d read showed that sharing a meal built stronger bonds.

“Where did Dax wander off to?” Picasso asked, taking a seat at the counter.

“After consuming almost a full bottle of brandy, I put her to bed where she passed out,” I answered as I started washing the ingredients.

I could feel Picasso wanting to say something, but he was holding back. Even though he was my little brother, he never acted like it, always trying to take care of me. Out of the two of us, the club members always went to him with issues first, and he brought it to my attention if he couldn’t deal with it. Every leader needed that right-hand man, and Picasso was it for me. We were the perfect team.