Page 48 of Born into Blood

Thanks. It shouldn’t take me too long. Jane and I go way back.

Should I be jealous?

Definitely. I’m not sure how I’ll get this written up with the giant hard-on I have right now.

I laugh out loud and send him a few of the laughing emojis.

Just don’t jerk off thinking about anyone but me.

Never, sweet girl. Your panties are still in my pocket, and you’ll be the only woman on my mind when I take them out later.

I’m glad he can’t see the big stupid grin on my face when I read his text. I love having all his attention, and I don’t ever want it directed at anyone else. I’m incredibly selfish when it comes to him. I want him all to myself.

I miss you.

I know it’s crazy since I just saw him, but I do. I miss him like crazy.

I miss you too. Get some sleep, kisa, and text me in the morning.

I will. Night, Luka.

Night, baby.

I look through his photos once more before forcing myself to try and sleep. I manage to get in a few hours before Pip wakes me up by kneading my stomach and purring like a little muscle car. He’s so cute I can’t even muster up the energy to be irritated. I get him his food and spend the morning with my mom, trying to not make it obvious I snooped through her room last night.

I already know what I need to do, and as soon as I’m able to, I make up an excuse about needing to run some errands and escape the apartment. I’m not sure what my plan is, but I want to get a glimpse of Lou’s. I take the subway and then walk the few blocks to the address that was printed on the business card. When I see it, I inwardly cringe at the seedy-looking club that looks like it should’ve been, and probably was, condemned at some point.

There’s no way in hell I’m going into that place alone. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to not enter the shady-as-fuck-looking strip club by myself. I listen to the warning and text the one person I know I can count on.

Are you free by any chance? Do you think you could help me with something?

The response is immediate, and despite the dirty street corner I’m standing on, a warmth rushes through me and a smile spreads across my face when I read his text.

Where are you? I’m on my way.

Chapter 8

Luka

Ifrown at the address she sends me. Why the fuck is she in that area of the city by herself? Not wanting to waste time texting questions, I tug on a pair of jeans, throw on a T-shirt, and brush my teeth in record time. On my way out, I grab my gun from the nightstand and tuck it in the waistband of my jeans so it’s hidden by my shirt. I’ve been careful to hide this part of my life from Lara, but I don’t like walking around unarmed, especially if she’s going to be with me.

I shake my head to clear it, still groggy and wishing I’d gotten a few more hours of sleep. It had taken me forever to fall asleep last night after I’d made good use of her panties. My head had been filled with images of Lara, haunted by the sweet sounds of her moans and needy whimpers and the memory of how fucking good she’d tasted.

Running downstairs, I see my dad standing in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in his hands. I briefly think about grabbing one for myself, but I’m not about to leave Lara waiting any longer than I have to.

“You’re in a hurry,” my dad says, eyeing me over the rim of his mug. “Off to meet Val and Max?”

I swear he already knows the answer before I even say, “No,” and pull on my black boots.

He watches me, and when I don’t elaborate, he calmly says, “Your mom and I want to meet her. Bring her over for supper one night.”

“How do you even know about her?”

My dad smiles. “I know everything, Son.”

“For your sake, I hope not,” I say, remembering the way I’d eaten Lara out on the penthouse terrace.

My dad laughs. “Don’t worry. I invade enough privacy to know you all are safe, but not enough that it would make it impossible for me to ever look you and Lara in the eyes.”

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