Текст книги "Seduce Me"
Автор книги: Ryan Michele
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I twist the locks on the door and open it wide. “Shit.” He mutters, his eyes grow wide with panic as they trail up and down my body. “Come here.” He picks me up in his arms, holds me close to his body on the elevator ride down and places me into his car. “Breathe. I’ll get you there.”
I bite my lip trying not to scream, but the pain is so intense, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, take cramping times a thousand. I close my eyes and rest my head on the seat biting back as much of the pain as I can. Jace doesn’t say a word, he just drives… Fast, but everything is a blur to me.
Entering the ER, I tell the doctors and nurses in a rush as much as I can and they begin checking me from head to toe. They place me on a bed with wheels and move me here and there all the while my hands gripping my stomach tightly. The room they put me in is white and cold and IV’s are placed in my arms and big machines that make lots of noises are brought in. They make Jace wait outside the room and I am utterly alone.
Tears stream uncontrollably down my face. I know my baby is gone. Deep down, I can feel the loss already.
After what feels like hours, the doctor pulls his chair up to the side of my bed and sits next to my head. “Ms. Alexander. I’m very sorry, but the baby didn’t make it. At this time, we don’t know why or if there is a reason you miscarried.” Sobs escape my throat; my chest tightens to the point where I cannot breathe. I feel like I’m suffocating… dying. “I need to go in and do a D&C. That’s where I go in and clean up your uterus.”
“No!” I scream loud. “You are not taking my baby out of me!” I pull away from him and try to get up from the table, but the wires and tubes coming out of my body slow me down. I begin pulling them off of my body in a panic, the plastic foreign to my touch.
The doctor stands over me grabbing my arms. “Ms. Alexander. You must calm down. We must do the procedure, there is no choice.” His voice is trying to soothe me, but nothing will at this point.
I stare at him fear ripping through me, my arms wrapping around my stomach. I never even told the father the baby existed and now it’s gone. Gone, just like my Dad.
“I’m going to have the nurse give you something to settle you.” I continue to stare at the man, my mind coming up a big blank canvas, void and nothingness. I don’t have the will to stop him or argue with him anymore. I just don’t care. If my baby’s gone, I have nothing.
* * *
“I’m so sorry Casey.” Jace’s voice whispers in my ear. I feel his hand rubbing the top of mine and I slowly open my eyes, the realization of what just happened hits me like a Mac truck.
I yank my hand from his placing both of them over my face and sob, uncontrollably. I pour every bit of sadness, frustration and longing into the tears that go on forever. I just can’t stop.
I feel Jace by me, but I do not acknowledge him. I don’t want him anywhere near me right now. I don’t want anyone. I don’t need anyone.
The door bursts open, but I don’t bother looking, instead I try my best to curl up in a ball, tucking my feet to my chest. The pain is there, but this time I welcome it. At least I can feel something.
“Oh my God!” Bella’s voice comes closer and she slides up to me, my eyes only seeing a blur of her from the water encasing them. “I’m so sorry babe. I wish you would have told me.”
I continue to sob my words coming out choked. “It doesn’t matter. It’s gone. Everything is gone.”
Bella lays her body next to mine and hugs me while I continue to sob.
Chapter 3—G.T.
Riding. It’s the only time my mind is free from all the bullshit that clouds my life. Weaving in and out of the winding roads, feeling the breeze slamming my face washes away all the grisly, if only for a moment.
Riding lets me be free.
Some compare riding to sex, for me its better. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all in for a good fuck, but even in the throes of lust, my mind doesn’t shut the fuck up. Sex subdues it, but it’s always there, mocking me, throwing all the shit I’ve done since I was thirteen in my face. The death and destruction are always there on the forefront mocking me.
There has only been one time in my life that sex was amazing. Where the act of sex actually shut off all the thoughts and let me live in a specific moment. But she is too good for an asshole like me. She deserves all the roses and sunshine bullshit that I can never give her. She’s different from my sister, Princess. Even though she grew up in the club, she’s not hardened by it. She’s tough, don’t get me wrong, but she is soft where Princess is rough. I didn’t want to break it off with her and when I did it wasn’t right, but I fully believe I did it to protect her in the long run. From me. Now, she hates me with every fiber in her being and it’s best to keep it that way.
Ravage MC is my life. It is what I’ve been born and bred to do, to uphold and to protect. Outsiders say that I’m a poor boy whose dad thrust him into a life giving him no choice. Bullshit. There is always a choice. So what? I learned more at thirteen about the real world than most of those fucks know now. I know more about running businesses, making money and protecting what’s mine than any of them and how to be successful at it. I may never have a college degree, but I make damn good money.
My brothers have my back at every turn and I can always count on them. How many people can say their family would do that for them? Not many.
This life is what I wanted. Everyone else can just go fuck themselves if they have a problem with it because it’s their problem, not mine.
Pops did lay down ground rules for me though before I could become a brother of Ravage. One, I had to have my high school diploma in my hand. Two, I had to be legal.
In actuality, I have been prospecting since thirteen; I just didn’t realize it at the time. Each menial task; such as cleaning up from parties or the shit on the bathroom floor were tests from the brothers. Whenever Pops told me to do something, I did it, no complaints. When I turned eighteen, I finally got my official Prospect rag. The party that night kicked fucking ass. I’d never been so happy and knee deep in pussy in my entire life.
After receiving my diploma, my graduation party turned into a full out club meeting with my official rag being placed on my back. Best fucking day ever.
Turning around the last bend with Dagger and Rhys by my side, the warehouse comes into view. Dewey is a supplier that we moved shit for throughout southern Georgia. I was going to come alone considering our long relationship with him, but after the ambush when we met Ransom and his crew, Diamond didn’t want any of us going alone.
Scoping out the area, only three bikes sit in front of the old dilapidated warehouse, one I recognize immediately as Dewey’s. Parking and keeping an eye on everything around us, Dagger and Rhys move right by my side.
“You ready for this shit?” Dagger asks looking at the door, his piece clutched in his hand.
“Yeah.” I grunt, clutching mine as well. One can never be too careful these days. Turning the handle, the doors creak announcing our arrival. Guns up, three men instantly grab their pieces aiming them at our heads. Dewey smiles and begins to lower his. Searching the building, no other people are present except for some poor motherfucker strapped with chains on his wrists and hanging from a makeshift beam on the ceiling. Interesting.
Holding my hands up, I place my gun back in my rag motioning for the brothers to do the same. Dewey’s crew follows. “What’s going on?” I clip at the man walking towards me with his arm extended to shake my hand.
Extending my hand to his grasp, he said, “G.T. nice to see you. Sorry about our company up there. The boys were just having some fun with their toy before we cut him loose.”
Releasing him, I cross my arms over my chest and widen my stance as I tower over him. “What do you need to see us about that couldn’t be discussed over the phone?” Dewey’s straggly blonde hair comes down to his chin, tats lining his wrists and shoulders. He is not imposing, but that’s a hard task for anyone to be for me. Over the years, my resolve has hardened to any of that bullshit.
“New shipment. Guy I know wants two more runs a month.” I stare at him, waiting, and my mind instantly running our monthly drop schedule. “It’ll be a lot. You’d need your whole crew, but it’ll only be a day ride. Best part, 300k in your pocket each run.”
“What exactly will we be running?” Dewey snaps his finger as one of the goons who are playing with his hanging meal comes up carrying a duffle bag. Dewey bends down opening the bag. Fuck. Looking at Dagger and Rhys, their eyes dance saying the same thing.
“I’ll run it by Diamond and get back to ya. Anything else?” I ask needing to get the hell out of there, just looking at what is in the duffle, will get us all thrown in prison for a long time and I’m not ready to put my ass on the line for this shit yet.
“I need to know by next month. If you don’t want it, I gotta find other ways.” Find other ways my ass. We are his only way and he damn well knows that shit. I fucking hate games, but that’s how the world works. Everyone tries to one up ya, but Ravage does not get one-upped. Dewey may need a reminder of that.
Smirking to my brothers, I nod my chin dismissing the meeting.
These runs for Dewey are huge. All of us will be set for a long time with this amount of cash, but the risk is huge. Not only will every member of Ravage be on the transport, if caught, it will wipe us out, hard. I’m all about the cash, but my gut is screaming that something is wrong, and my gut has never let me down yet.
I’ll put it out there at church and figure it out from there, but we will need lots of intel before we attempt this one.
The ride back is smooth, but my mind continuously drifts back to the one woman that plagues me. I should be happy she left to start her own life. Happy that she is going to school to better herself. Happy that she is finding a life that makes her happy. But deep down, I’m not. I’m a fucking selfish prick and even though I pushed her away, I want her home. I can’t keep my fucking eyes on her up there and even if I have no damn right, I don’t want to care.
Casey has turned me inside out since we were kids. Growing up alongside each other had its ups and downs. Ups when she actually paid me a lick of attention instead of seeing me as her best friend’s kid brother, what a fucking pussy. And downs when she avoided me like the plague. I still remember her walking in on me fucking one of the club mommas, fuck if I even knew her name or wanted to. The light in Casey’s eyes shattered right before me and I didn’t do a fucking thing to fix it. I never thought she actually wanted me until that moment, but I was a fucking moron to never act on it.
Watching her walk around the club in those short ass shorts and hearing hear laugh was the most beautiful torture I could have. I could have fucked her at any time, just for the fun of it, but Casey has never been that type of girl. I never wanted her to be that type of girl and I damn well would have beaten the living shit out of anyone who treated her that way.
One day when I was younger, Bam caught me one day watching Casey. I didn’t realize I was doing that shit, but I couldn’t stop myself. He sat next to me and his words have stuck in my head since he said them. ‘Son, until you’re ready to be the man that she needs you to, stay away from her. She is not a piece of ass to anyone. She’s too smart for that, I made sure of it. Once you know that you are man enough for my girl, then you will deserve her.’
Being man enough isn’t the problem, it’s being able to give her the life that she deserves. I never asked her if she wanted this life, my life.
Even if it killed my heart to do it. Every woman I’ve been with was just a warm body. What Casey doesn’t know and I sure as shit would never tell her… Is her face is the only one I saw. How fucked up is that? I couldn’t tell you their names or what they looked like… nothing. Nothing at all. All I see is Casey’s beautiful green eyes sparkling at me. Sick. Fucking sick. One of the reasons she’s better off without me.
When Bam died, I was the one who told her. Princess was a fucking wreck and couldn’t keep her shit together long enough to get it out. When Casey melted in my fucking arms, she stayed there for a week. I busted my fucking ass to make sure she was okay. I even fucking cooked for her ass. At times, it was like taking care of a child, but I fucking loved every minute of it, even if I never told her.
It was during that week that I knew I had to keep Casey at a distance or shit would get bad. A man can only hold back for so long and I kept telling myself it was for her own good, but damn it was hard.
A year and a half after Bam died Princess went to prison for blackmail, which we knew she didn’t do, Casey was a fucking mess again, but this time, I stayed away. I knew one look in those green eyes would have me wanting to protect her ass all over again. And I didn’t think this time I’d be able to hold back. I caught her crying outside the shop several times, but stayed away.
When I saw Tug comforting her, it fucking killed me because it should have been me. I couldn’t watch it. I jumped on my bike and rode trying to get my head on straight. Problem was it wasn’t. Nothing is straight where Casey is concerned. While I should have been fucking ecstatic to have cash in my pocket, power and pussy everywhere, I’m fucking miserable and I need to accept that.
I continually did my fucking job with the brothers and did it well. Pops and Diamond have set me up several times over the years in situations to see how I’d react and what I’d do. They didn’t think I fucking knew… But I did. I may not have gone to college, but that doesn’t mean I’m fucking stupid, especially when it comes to this life. Every test they have put me through is all leading up to the day when I’m at Pops side. Sitting at the side of the table with Pops at the head, when the time came. It is our legacy.
When my Pa, Striker died, Diamond took over. He was Striker’s Vice President and that’s how it worked. Diamond was voted in and that was that. I’ve never asked how Pops felt about that, but I knew there were no hard feelings between the two men, just by watching them over the years. But I knew that one day, he’d like to be sitting in that head spot, just like his father. So everything since I was thirteen years old has been preparing me for that day. And I’m more than ready for it when the time comes. I’m in no hurry. I have plenty of time.
One night when I got back from one of Diamond and Pops’ tests, I was a fucking mess. I never let it show to the brothers, holding it tight never showing weakness. But that shit wears on a man sometimes. Taking another’s life was never easy, even if they fucking deserved it. I remember the night when I got my first taste of my Angel.
Parking my bike, I see Casey still busy at work on one of the engines in the shop. With it being so late, it actually surprises me she is still around and I really don’t want to see her. Every time I did, it’s just a reminder of what I can’t have.
After parking and taking off my lid, I glance over to Casey. Her knee is hoisted on top of the car body while her other foot rests flat on the ground. Her body slowly turned to me as if she could tell I was looking at her. Meeting her eyes, I feel paralyzed. Fuck. Casey smiles that megawatt smile of hers and nods her head up in the air to me.
Nodding back, I know I should walk away. I know I should go find a momma and just get lost in her for a little while. But … Casey is a magnet that I can’t stay away from. She calls to me… And I can’t say no. I don’t want to say no.
Walking over to the garage, Casey moves, turning towards me, setting both feet to the ground. “Hey G.T. How’s it goin’?” My dick pushes painfully against the zipper of my leathers. She did this every fucking time. There is no way of escaping it.
“Fine. You?” I clip a little harsher than I intended to, the frustration within myself rising.
“Here. Trying to get this car up and going. Still haven’t figured out what the hell’s wrong with it.” She says as she turns her beautiful body to the car, staring at the engine. My eyes follow her long back that is covered with the hideous jumpsuit. I knew what was under it though, I’ve been watching it for years and I want it so badly.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” I should turn and walk back to the clubhouse. I should, but don’t.
She turns back around she shrugs her shoulders, “I’ll get it. You doing okay? You seem off?” Her brows crinkle causing her forehead to wrinkle, concern filling her eyes. Boy did that fuck with my head. Shit.
“Rough night. I’ve gotta go.” I say needing to get the hell out of there. I need to get away from her while every fucking bone and muscle in my body was telling me to stay.
A small hand grabs my arm and stops me dead in my tracks. “You know you can talk to me. I’ll listen G.T.” Her sweet words flow through me as I turn to look in her glassy green eyes and something inside of me snaps.
As Casey’s eyes widened, I knew she felt it, whatever in the hell this was, too. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep her away. I need her, more than she’ll ever know. With my arm still firmly in her grasp, I reach around her, pulling the hair tie out of her hair as it falls down her back. I thread my fingers through her beautiful blonde hair and search her eyes, hoping and not hoping she will tell me to stop, and when she doesn’t… My lips meet hers in a frenzy, where she gives as good as she gets.
Casey’s arms circle around my neck pulling me closer as one of her hands threads through the back of my hair. Her tugs and pulls felt desperate as if she thought I’d move away from her. But I wasn’t fucking going anywhere. Not this time.
Releasing her hair, my hands instantly land on her round ass pulling her up high, as her legs had no other option but to wrap around my waist. Walking over slowly, I open my eye to find the red button that would close the garage door. Hitting it, the sound of it shutting did not deter Casey one bit, if anything it fueled her. Her hips move in sync with our kisses.
Her tongue entangles with mine as the taste of mint and cherries invade my lips. Walking to the back of the car, I lay her down breaking away from the kiss, instantly feeling the loss. Her breathing comes out in pants as she reaches up to the zipper on her jumper, slowly pulling it down revealing her tight ass black tank top and jeans. She peels the jumper off ever so slowly as she moves, wiggling her body to get it off. When the jumper reaches her feet, her eyes lock with mine. “Wanna help me here biker boy?” She smirks; the confidence in her words makes me regret all of this lost time I could have had with her.
“Boy my ass.” I pull her boots off her body along with the jumper as she lay there fully clothed but completely open to me. This is a fantasy that I slept with nightly and it is lying here ready for the taking. And damn it if I wasn’t going to take.
My hands snake up her jean covered legs as her head falls back onto the car window. My hands slowly make their way up to the buckle of her jeans. My fingers make quick work as I pull her jeans away from her body revealing a small triangle of fabric, pretending to be underwear. A low growl escapes my lips, the inferno in my body losing control. “I can smell you Casey. You want this.”
“Yes” her whisper breathless.
My hands move up her body slipping underneath her tank feeling the soft skin of her stomach. As my hands raise her shirt, my tongue lands below her belly button, licking the path my hands made. Her sweetness mixed with her sweat from working all day causes my heart to beat so fucking fast it may just blow.
Reaching her tits that bounce up and down along with her heavy breathing, I pull one out of the confines of her matching pink bra. In this position, her nipple stands tall waiting for me, but not for long. My lips latch on sucking hard as she cries out my name; her hands reach my head lacing her fingers through my hair.
Pulling away, her whimper made me smile. “Hands above your head and don’t fucking move them.” I order her. Casey’s beautiful eyes widen, her tongue snakes out to lick her bottom lip. Her arms slowly rise above her head, her eyes never leave mine. Something inside of me always screamed that she would instantly obey my commands. I continue my assault on her tits one at a time feeling her body shudder under my touch. I rip her tank off, throwing it to the floor as Casey instantly returns her hands to the exact spot I told her, making me smile. Damn.
“As much as I’d love to play, I can’t right now. I need to be inside you.” At my words, her eyes roll in the back of her head. “On me Casey. Your eyes are always on mine.” Her eyes open instantly and bore into mine. I pull away shredding every piece of clothing I have on my body quickly, her eyes never leaving mine.
Gripping my fully erect cock in my hand, I move slowly up and down just taking in the sight before me, etching every curve of her body into my brain. Casey laying out for me like a perfect dessert ready for the taking. Her arms stretch up and her legs open wide. Reaching her pink panties, I tear one side of the fabric and then the other, warranting a gasp from Casey’s plump lips as I throw the scrap of fabric on top of my clothes. That I’m keeping.
Climbing up her body, my skin sizzles every place she touches mine. I can’t wait a moment longer, my need for her overriding my sanity. I plunge into her wet pussy hard and fast, shaking the car underneath us as she screams loudly. “Fuck baby. You’re so damn tight, wet. Fuck.” Gripping her hips, I pound into her body, never feeling like I’ve reached deep enough inside her. Casey’s eyes threaten to shut, but instantly pop open.
“G.T.!” She screams over and over watching my face, sweat beginning to trickle off my nose and down her body. I’m not going to last, she’s too perfect and I’ve waited too long for this moment.
“Come on Babe. Come for me. Let me hear you.” Grabbing her knees, I pull her body down the car, her pussy now in line with my cock as I stand. Over and over and over I thrust in and out of her. Casey’s eyes are magnets to mine and I’m relieved for it. I need to know she’s here with me at this moment. She screams my name profusely and falls back in a heap on the car as her orgasm hits losing the eye contact I craved.
“Damn Casey. Damn.” My cum shoots out hot, fast and my whole body convulses feeling Casey down to my toes. After the shocks let up, I collapse down over her body crushing her to the car. Her arms come around my sweaty back; her lips kiss the side of my face.
“Yeah… Damn.” She whispers in my ear breathing in and out quickly. We lay there for quite some time, neither one of us willing to make the first move. My cock begins to soften inside of her and I feel my cum begin to trickle down our joined bodies. My body goes stiff as a terrible realization hits me.
“Fuck Casey. I didn’t wear a condom. Fuck!” I bark loudly as I slowly pull out of her. I’m always fucking covered, what the fuck is wrong with me.
“Are you clean?” She asks me nervously as I stand there watching my cum seep out of her pussy and drip down the crack of her ass. My dick instantly going hard all over again.
“Yeah. I’m always covered. Always.”
“Not always.” She sighs. “I have the injection so we’re covered on the pregnancy end.” Casey began to move off the car as I stand there just staring at her pussy. “You can stop staring now.” She smiles, hopping down.
“Babe. Watching my cum fall out of you, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” I lick my lips contemplating if I should just throw her back up on the trunk of the car and lick her clean.
Shaking her head, she walks past me to the garage bathroom. I snap out of my cum dripping haze and throw my leathers back on not bothering to button them. Fuck, I want her again. I need her again. As she strolls out naked, I take in every inch of her fantastic body. The way her tits stand to attention on their own, the curves of her hips, the way her hair flows freely down her back.
As she approaches me, her smile deepens as if she’s reading my mind. “That was a long time coming, biker boy.” She stands on her tip toes and kisses the tip of my nose. No way. This is not goodbye. I’m not done. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I crash my lips to hers so hard I taste blood for a moment, but don’t fucking care.
From that moment the next two weeks were the best of my fucking life, Casey stayed in my bed and I fucked her every goddamned way I could come up with. I didn’t touch another pussy, didn’t even fucking look at one. I had the only fucking one I wanted. When she started talking about school and not wanting to move away from me, I knew I couldn’t keep her. She had every intention of giving up school just to stay by me and I couldn’t let that happen. She deserved so much fucking better than an asshole like me. But I couldn’t give her up. Better yet, I didn’t fucking want to give her up.
It crushed me to give Casey the final blow, but knew it had to be done. No matter how much I wanted her, I couldn’t have her.
“Hey DeDe. You about done?” I ask the woman straightening up the bed in my room. I’ve had DeDe cleaning my room now for the past few months. She’s a club momma and I’ve gotten my fill from her, but a lot of flirting goes a long way in getting shit done. And I need this pigsty cleaned up and I’m not doing it.
“Hey, almost done.” She looks up and smiles at me, batting those long eyelashes, the ones that used to have my dick getting hard instantly, but now, nothing. Not with my Angel in my bed. It’s about damn time, I’ve waited too fucking long to have her.
But I can’t get the words out of my head that I overheard earlier today. The words that have been killing me inside. The words that will make me give up the one thing that I desperately want. What a fucking pussy. But for her I’ll do anything.
“You need me to stick around?” She asks seductively walking up to me standing at the door.
“Nah babe. I’m good.” I step outside the door allowing her through. She stands up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss on my lips in a simple peck that I don’t really reciprocate.
A gasp comes from the end of the hall and Casey’s eyes are penetrating me. If they were daggers, I’d be fucking dead in a puddle of my own blood. Her eyes shatter before me, the light drifting to dark and as much as it kills me those fucking words travel back in my head and I seize the moment.
“Sorry babe. I need more than one pussy. Variety always works best for me.” I shrug my shoulder as if it’s no big deal, but inside I’m crumbling to the ground. She doesn’t say a word, just turns and walks away. It takes everything in my power to not run to her and tell her that it was a fucking lie, but I can’t because this is the only way.
It’s been weeks since I had her last and I can’t fucking stand to be in another pussy. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t happen. I always end up having the bitch suck me off and it’s just for the physical release.
I haven’t talked to Princess about this shit. I don’t even know what to say. I just stay the fuck away from her. If she tries to talk to me, I brush her off or leave. Even with the big blow out, when we fought in the ring, I didn’t talk. The only reason I even fought her was because she challenged me. I couldn’t back down from that shit and I knew she could take it. Each blow I landed didn’t make me feel any better at all and the only thing the fight accomplished was getting bloody and bruised. It did help give me some release though, even if I still missed my Angel.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, Buzz is at the main gates to move the steel fence letting us in. We are not on lockdown, but Diamond insists we keep the place pretty secure which means a Prospect at the main gates at all times, determining who can come in and who can fuck off. Personally, I think it’s a good move.
I know Dagger and Rhys will want to sit and hash out what just went down before bringing it to the table. After parking and entering the club, we side up around one of the tables, chin lifting everyone we see, but keeping to ourselves for a moment. Breaker brings us three bottles of beer, a bottle of Jim and glasses. He knows us well.
“So, what the fuck?” Dagger starts and I have the same thing on my mind.
“Shit. I don’t know. It’d be a shit ton of money, but fuck… That’s some serious shit. We’d be fucked if we got caught. There’d be no way to get out of that shit.” Rhys voices before downing a shot of Jim. He is totally right. I nod.
“Something doesn’t feel right guys. I don’t know what it is, but something’s off.” My gut is screaming at me. I’ve always trusted it. As good as the money is, it’ll be hard to turn down, but money is not everything. Freedom is.
“Agree. We’ll take it to the table.” Rhys says slamming his hand to the table.
“Agreed. So, boys… I’m thinking I need to get laid.” Dagger looks over at the couch where the two club momma’s are laying staring at the television in front of them. “My dick’s hard thinking about all that money.”
“I hear ya,” Said Rhys. “I’ve fucked those two one too many times. We need fresh meat in this fucking place.” He growls. I lift my chin in agreement, even if I’m not actually fucking them.
Dagger walks over to the couch holding out both his hands to the girls who take them readily, walking off to the back. Dagger has an ol’ lady, Flash, but what happens in the club stays in the club.
“What’s goin’ on brother?” Rhys asks me taking another shot of Jim. Rhys is not a small talk, conversational type dude so when he asked you answer.
“Shit on my mind. I’ll be good.” He swirls the drink he just poured eyeing it.
“You’ve been having a lot of that lately.” His tone comes across accusingly.
Anger rose. “What the fuck does that mean?” I glare at him.
