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“She’s asleep and I had shit to take care of with my brother.” I leave him where he is and head into the shop. I need to wrap my mind around what can possibly happen with Tyson and the only way I can distract myself from not seeking him out and ripping him in two is to throw myself into my work.

“What’s eating at you?” Lick’s voice comes from behind me.

I cross my arms over my chest as I face him. “What’s your plan for Redding?”

“My plan?” He runs his hand over the smooth skin of his head. “You know, what we agreed. I’m scaring the shit out of that pussy boy. Enough that he’s going to be running home, crying to his mommy.”

“That’s it?” I ask.

“That’s it. That girl you’re so hung up on is Fury now, so that means I’m going to listen and do what my Prez wants. But I’m telling you, man, if this was just for some other bitch, someone who hasn’t been claimed then I wouldn’t give two shits about her. Pussy isn’t worth it, man. None of them are. I’m not saying your girl is like that. I aint seen no reason to think that, which surprises the shit outta me because my history has shown me something different. But Savannah isn’t like the bitches that have been in and outta my life. I’m used to bitches that use you until they don’t need you anymore. All they want is to meet their own personal agendas and they use the sweet smell of their cunts and the softness of their tits to get it.”

I know that Lick has his own demons. He hasn't had the best role models with the women in his life. His sister took off the day she turned thirteen to follow a guy who she said she loved. The only other female in his life is my mother and he even keeps his distance from her. I understand where he’s coming from with his outlook, but not all women are like that. I’ve seen it. I’ve lived with the proof that Lick just got the short end of the stick when it comes to good females.

I think twice before I hand the letter over to him. He hesitates, and then takes it from me. “Somehow, Savannah got this letter from him. She came back from my mom’s house with it in her hand. She’s scared, even though she won’t admit to even having the letter.”

“You don’t know where she got it?”

“No. She is with Jenni at my mom’s house and then in my room.”

“You don’t think that Jenni bitch planted it or just gave it to her?”

“No, I don’t. Over these past few months, Savannah has told me enough about Jenni that I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that Jenni did not give her that.” He stares at me. “No, my mother has nothing to do with it either.” He nods.

“There isn’t another explanation as to how it got into your mom’s house. Who’s on duty tonight?”

“Bubba.” I turn and unlock the door to the shop. Once the light comes on, I grab my tablet and fire it up. I need to create, to be able to control something, to hone my frustrations into something positive and not destructive. I glance up and see Lick hovering at the entrance. “I know you don’t give a shit about the women in my life. But here’s the thing, there never really has been a woman in my life until now and I’m telling you that I’ll do anything to keep them both safe. I need you to help me with that.”

“What are you asking, Sin?”

“I need Redding taken out. I need your lesson to go a little too far and this one problem to be taken care of permanently.”

“You know I can’t go against the wishes of your brother. If he tells me to finish him, then so be it. But if it doesn’t go that way, then it’s not going to go that way. You get me? I’m indebted to your brother and this club for more reasons than I can count. My loyalty lies with him. I can’t go against the club. I won’t...”

“I love her. I need to protect them. I need to do something. I can’t just sit here and wait to see what Redding does next. You know?”

“I don’t know shit, Sin. I don’t know where you’re coming from and I don’t plan on it. You’ve found yours, a good girl. I’m not knocking that one bit, but I’m not gonna play like I get where you’re coming from because I don’t. You’re a loyal man. I know you’ve never given two shits for the club because you’d rather be elsewhere, but me, this whole thing is my life, what I live for because I aint got anything else. I’m the last person you should ask to go against the wishes of your brother. But like I said, if he tells me, then I’m your man. But if it doesn’t go the way you’d like, don’t waste your breath asking me to do otherwise again.”

He turns and walks out of the shop.

The sun’s filtering through the dark curtains of Sin’s room. My eyes flutter open and I stare at the man who has completely accepted me for me. His back’s towards me, the angel tattoo that covers it entirely stares back at me. Under the ink of his tattoo, his flesh is riddled with shiny scars and puckered skin. Hundreds of pieces of metal were moved from his body seven years ago. He told me that the scars were still fresh when he made the club tattoo artist inflict more pain by etching the angel into his skin. I’m sure it is another way to punish himself for thinking he’s to blame for the men he lost. He can’t be more wrong. He feels the angel holds some sort of relevance. The watcher of his sins.

I snuggle up to him and play the moments of last night through my head. The look on his face as I knelt before him, begging him to give into me, just this once. How he tasted on my lips. The feel of his shaft on my tongue. How I was able to unravel him. Sin, the man who controls so much of his life, was completely at my mercy while I sucked him off. If only he’d let me taste him, fully. I smirk at the thought.

My hand travels around his rib cage with gentle touches. His breath hitches so I stop. I don’t want to wake him; I just want to play a bit. As his breathing evens out I continue my travels down south until I come to his hardening length. My mouth waters and I take the girth of him in my hand. I need to feel him in my mouth again, to taste the saltiness of his cum. I scoot back slightly hoping that instinctually he’ll roll onto his back. A couple more stretched strokes of my hand and he moans as he rolls, just as I wanted him to. His shirtless, sleeping form is something I’ll never get tired of viewing. The taut plains of his abs, the slight dusting of hair under his bellybutton. Every indention, dip, freckle of skin is perfection to my eyes. “What do you think you’re doing down there?” His voice is heavy with sleep.

I peer up to see his hands behind his head, eyes still closed, and a soft smile of satisfaction on his face. “Nothing.” I say playfully. I take another pass over his hardness. I can see the moisture of pre-cum seep into the fabric of his boxers.

“I don’t think it’s nothing, sugar. I think it’s the opposite of nothing, because from where I’m at, it’s a whole bunch of something.”

I move my body as close as my stomach will let me and place soft kisses along the skin of his stomach. I take the waist of his boxers and pull them away from his body. “Relax.” I say.

I sit up and use both hands to slide his boxers down his hips to his knees. Without hesitation, I lean down and take him into my mouth. He hisses at my action and I love that I have this effect on him. I stiffen my tongue and run it up and down his shaft. I swirl the tip and take him completely in my mouth until I feel him at the back of my throat. “Damn it, sugar.” I continue the pattern, increasing pressure at times and making my movements gentle at others. I’m still trying to gage what he likes more, but for now, my mouth on him seems to satisfy him more than I am hoping for. “I’m sure glad that gag reflex is nonexistent while you’re got my dick in your mouth because you suck cock like a champ, baby.” The fact that I can do this without wanting to get sick hasn’t gone unnoticed by me.

I pull away from him making a ‘pop’ sound. “Maybe your dick in my mouth is just want the doctor ordered.’

He chuckles. “I’m not sure Doc would agree with you, but we can keep this exercise between the two of us.” I don’t respond with words. I only take him back into my mouth. “Savannah.” He warns. I know he’s close because I felt his ball draw up. His hips back to meet my suction. “Savannah.” He tries to pull me from him. “I’m gonna come in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“So come.” I mumble around his dick.