Page 113 of Ethan's Sky

Right.

My phone vibrates with a text.

VP: I’m at the gate, Be ready in 5.

Me: Ready now

VP: Santiago will take you wherever you want to go.

Me: I want to go home

VP: As you wish.

Blake’s phone rings. I watch as he answers it. His eyes grow wide.

“They’re in the basement. I’ll have to ask Pres. Hold on.” Blake who I’m certain is talking to Colt who’s manning the gate, takes off at record speed down the stairway leading to the basement.

Peeking around the corner, there’s no one else around. I run for the front door. Making my way outside I move to the corner of the building out of sight. I watch as the gate opens and three blacked out SUVs enter the property down the hill. They drive up the long road to the clubhouse. All three park next to each other. The driver from the first car gets out, scans the yard then opens the back door. The second has two soldiers and a driver, who do the same. The third is the same as the first, only a driver. Three men step out from the backdoors: Vincenzo, Matteo, and Santiago.

Santiago speaks to the driver of his vehicle and the man joins the driver at the first vehicle. Vincenzo nods to Santiago and stands beside the third car.

Blake comes walking out of the clubhouse to meet Vincenzo and Matteo. I tuck behind the wall trying not to be seen. He’s only a few feet away from me, and I know damn well Blake will snitch on me if he saw me out here by myself. Especially since he and Colt will probably get in trouble for letting me slip last them. I know what lockdown means; I just don’t give a shit. Right now, I need some time alone to think shit through and space from a very demanding and obviously, delusional biker.

“Mr. Parisis. Good to see you again, sir. Pres will be up to see you shortly, he’s, uh, seeing to a pest problem.” Blake says it like Gabe’s killing ants in the basement.

Vincenzo nods. “I’ll wait inside. You can pour me a bourbon on the rocks while I wait.” Turning back, Vincenzo addresses Santiago. “You can head home, Santiago. Matteo and I will be fine here with our friends. Please be sure to watch over things until I return.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Blake follows Vincenzo and Matteo into the clubhouse. Once the door is shut, I scurry across the front toward Santiago who is holding the back door open for me.

“Get in, Sweetheart. They can’t see through the tint back here. I’ll take you home.”

“Thank you!” I toss my bag into the seat and scoot all the way to the other side of the car.

Santiago gets in and starts backing out. “When we get close to the gate, I need you to duck down below the seat. They can’t see in through the tint, but we don’t want him to catch a glimpse of your head through the front windshield. We don’t want any problems with your boy.” He chuckles. “At least not until he talks with the boss. Then, I can’t promise he won’t come to find you and drag your ass back here.”

“Ethan isn’t my boy, and he won’t be a problem for you.”

“Oh, I know he won’t be a problem forme.” Santiago waves to Colt as we pass through the gate and onto the main road. Once we’ve cleared the corner, I sit up on the seat and watch the trees pass by the window as we drive by. “I can’t say the same for your ass when Ethan finds out you not only snuck out during a lockdown but left with another man who wasn’t a club member. I hope that sweet ass of yours can take a good spanking, Sweetheart, because I have a feeling you might not be sitting too pretty by tomorrow.”

“Ethan is not going to spank my ass! He might be a little pissed off, but he isn’t into all your kinky shit.”

Santiago laughs. “I wouldn’t be so sure. I know if you were my woman and snuck out on me when I specifically told you to keep your ass somewhere, babe, you wouldn’t sit right for a week.”

I don’t respond because, what do I even say to that? Other than, I have a whole new picture of Santiago in my head.

Ethan would never do something like spank me. Would he?

He did threaten to tie me to his bed. But I’m sure he was being dramatic.

Right?

I’m not sure, but the thought of being tied up to his bed at his mercy has my thighs clinching together and my core heating up.

Get a grip on yourself, Skyler!

It’s bad enough, Ethan got me all hot and bothered and left me with an achy pussy. Now I have images in my head of all the wicked things he could do to me if he’s even half as kinky as Santiago seems to think he is.

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