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“Read it to me darlin’.” He ordered as he began to surrender to the calm.

“It’s from Hawk. He says Candy is too horny to sleep, and they are coming over now, instead of tomorrow.”

At the mere mention of her name, he pushed himself from the bed, tucking his still hard dick into his pants. “You all, get the fuck out of here, now!”

“But, Red,” Brandi argued.

“But Red, what? You think you’re sticking around so you can feel her up again.”

“Well, yeah. We kinda had a thing.” Brandi reasoned, and even with the drugs racing in his system, he could see the lust he shares for Candy in her eyes.

“Too goddamn bad. You had your chance to fuck her, now it’s my turn.” Picking up the discarded clothes and tossing them at her. “Find somewhere else to sleep tonight.”

As he slammed the door on the two naked girls, he looked around the room. It was too personal in here, as he hadn’t bothered to change anything since his wife died.

He’d have Candy in the living room, against the bar, and on the dining room table. Hell, he would bend her over the back of the couch if she was up to it.

This was it, he could feel it in his bones, tonight he would not only taste the redhead, but he would seal the deal with Hawk, making them both rich motherfuckers. Maybe, just maybe, he’d let Hawk have her back when he got his Tymeless. If he allowed him to live, that is.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

“Okay,wait. Saran Wrap and baking soda?”

Justice lay naked on Tobias’s bed; waiting for her newly applied tattoos to dry. She’d enjoyed teasing him as he’d watched her with anticipation; while she carefully placed the transfer sheets in the appropriate places, mixed the concoction in the sink, and then let the chemicals do their magic.

“Household products, not just for making meth anymore.” She teased, trying to lighten the mood in the room.

“Pfft, I guess. Although for as much work as you’re doing, you should have had them done for real.”

Rising to a seated position, frustration filling her belly, “We’ve had this conversation. I don’t want to have any defining marks on my body to remind me of this moment in my life. I want to finish what we started and then get my…” Justice stopped short, chastising herself for nearly revealing her plans of finding her sister.

“Get your what?” Tobias prodded, sliding his sock-covered foot into his boot.

“Get my ass out of here,” she lied, dusting the baking soda off her ass. Sliding the cheap stockings over her legs, fastening the tops with the garter belt she’d created the other day, and then sliding her feet into the patent leather of her goodwill boots. With the free stickers she got with her purchase of the oversized dildo she used on Stone, she covered her nipples. Her top was the corset she used prior, and while she wasn’t worried about Red or Tobias seeing her naked, they did have to drive from the hotel to the salvage yard on the Harley. The last thing they needed was to get pulled over by some horn-ball cop.

Pulling her hair into a high ponytail, she applies more makeup than a team of drag queens wore in a month. She lined her lips with black liner, recalling a time where she loved the effects of the dark color against her favorite red lipstick in her hand. Justice wasn’t certain if she would ever wear makeup after tonight. She was confident, however, she would never dress like a two-dollar hooker ever again.

“Make sure you pack all of your things,” Tobias called from the main room, confusing the fuck out of Justice. Placing the lipstick in her hand on the rim of the sink, she peeked around the frame of the bathroom door.

“Why? Aren’t we coming back here?” Her voice sounded more panicked than she intended.

Tobias stood at the end of the bed, checking the chamber of his gun before tucking it in the small of his back. His appearance caught her off guard; black t-shirt tight against the tanned, inked skin of his muscled arms, a black skull cap pulled down to his brows, making his facial hair stand out so much more than usual. He was the poster child of bad-boys united, all metal and male, and completely sexy.

“No, it isn’t safe for us to come back here.”

“Then where?” She questioned, not giving a shit if she sounded scared as hell.

“I’ve called for a pickup, and that’s all you need to know.”

“No, Tobias, that’s not all I need to know. If you have plans of dumping me somewhere, then you can just stay the fuck here and I’ll take care of Red on my own.”

“Like hell you will!” Tobias crosses the room, grabbing her shoulders in his hands and searching her eyes for the briefest of seconds before capturing her mouth with his. Pulling her body flush against him, he allows all the anxiety they had both harbored to float away, freeing them to enjoy the essence of each other.

“I have a plan, I always do. I need you to trust me and be ready to go.” He whispered softly, placing a final kiss on her lips.

“Okay,” Justice breathed, nodding her head against his, her mind and body conflicted as to what to believe. She should move on after Red was dead, and find her way to Tymeless on her own. But what if her path came with a handsome man who could change her world?

Checking one last time she had packed everything; Tobias held the door open for her, the sweet smell of his cologne calling her name.

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