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“Someone in the cartel.”

I nodded my head, not ready to say the words aloud.

“Did you know Mario has us doing a run later today? Says there’s a specific route we gotta take, and guess what territory it takes us through?” he asked.

I scowled at Gunner’s statement, remembering what Armando had said about the route.

“Well, it seems someone’s trying to set you up because Armando said your MC chose the route. And Mario told me I wasn’t involved in this run,” I said—mistrust for Los Muertos members seeping in.

A sly smile made its way up onto Gunner’s face before he spoke. “Well, I say fuck Mario and his orders. Let’s show up with you on the back of my bike anyway. The element of surprise may help us find who’s fucking with us. Now, go get your cute ass in the shower.”

Ryan

I rested my head against the cold tile of Gunner’s shower, watching red water run off my body.

The Reapers were planning something big. Last night’s attack felt like confirmation there was at least one rat in Los Muertos. My inner thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps. Turning toward the noise, I was met with the sight of Gunner opening the shower door.

Holy Jesus, Joseph, and Mary. That body’s a fucking work of art.

My eyes had to be blinking like I was having a seizure, drool probably collecting at the corners of my mouth. I’d yet to see the man naked, but this morning gave me an idea of what he was working with. Damn, he was glorious, standing there covered in tattoos. I watched as his eyes roved over my body. His cock hardened the longer he looked at me.

Never knew watching a cock harden was such a confidence booster.

I bit my lip in anticipation, breaking the already damaged skin. If we moved forward, it would change everything. He stepped closer so we were only inches apart.

“I couldn’t handle knowing you were in here naked. So close, yet so far. I’ll ask you this one time, Ryan,” he said, voice coated in lust.

He was making me squirm with the intensity of his presence. My fingers itched to run down his chest. To trace the V leading to his cock, but I didn’t dare move. Afraid I would break the moment.

“And what’s so important, Gunner, that you needed to interrupt my shower?” I asked, my chest heaving in anticipation.

The corners of his mouth inched upward at my words. The man loved my attitude.

“I want to fuck you, Ryan. To absolutely destroy you, put you back together, and do it all over again.” His hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides. He was restraining himself from touching me, probably equally as afraid to shatter the moment. “I want to own every part of you. But I want it all, Ryan. If you give yourself over to me, you will be mine. Understood?” he asked, voice so possessive it made my core clench.

My head nodded in response, moisture pooling between my legs with every word he’d spoken. But in the back of my head, I knew he was asking for more than this moment. There would be no going back from this, and I didn’t care.

“Words, Ryan. I need you to tell me you’re giving yourself over to me,” he replied.

“Yes, Gunner. Fucking shatter me,” I said, my voice coming out breathy.

The moment the words fell from my lips, my back slammed against the shower wall. Gunner’s hands wrapped around my hips while he shoved his muscled thigh between mine, applying pressure to my clit, mimicking the position I’d woken up in this morning. The desperation and brutality alone felt like it could break me.

I was like a goddamn live wire.

Calloused hands roughly grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open. Gunner leaned forward, biting my bottom lip before licking away the blood I’d drawn a moment ago. My moan echoed off the shower walls.

“Yes, baby, grind that pussy on my leg. Use my body to bring you pleasure.” He nipped at my jaw as I threw my head back, desperately trying to relieve the ache. His hot breath hit my ear, making my nipples pebble, aching to be touched.

“I thought I lost you last night, Ryan. Before I got to sink my cock into this sinfully delicious pussy.” He bit down on my earlobe, drawing a moan from me. “Fuck your psycho fiancé. I’m not staying away from you, babe,” he growled.

“Not my fiancé, Gunner. He never was,” I breathed out, writhing against him. Somehow feeling too much and not enough. He let out a satisfied grunt before running his tongue up the hollow of my throat, fingers gripping tighter on my mouth, holding it open. My eyes flew open when he spat in my mouth before shoving his tongue inside.

Holy fucking Christ. I did not know I was into that.

My brain was busy recovering from the short circuit he caused, and Gunner took the opportunity to flip me around. The sensation of the cold tile against my sensitive breast caused me to cry out. I arched my back, firmly pressing my ass against his hardness.

“Fuck the lying, Ryan.”