Page 31 of Gluttony

Fuck. Even now, the fresh ink was irritating his skin, especially since it was in such a…sensitive place. Buck, the artist who inked it, had grimaced almost the whole time, not too keen on having to use his left hand to keep Red’s cock down and out of the way. They’d laugh about it in the future, but that day, it had been awkward as fuck.

Just one more piece of my self-punishment.

Too much deep thinking—he needed action, so that’s why he was in the truck he borrowed from Horde, parked in the parking lot of Walmart, waiting for the delivery driver with Val’s order to finish packing the bags of groceries into their Kia. The scents of fried rice and garlic wafted through the crack in his window from the Chinese food place a block down, which was actually impressive.

The parking lot was moderately full for the hour just before lunch, so he wasn’t worried about being seen, and with his ops training, he knew how to tail someone without being spotted. Once the lady left the parking lot, he’d be right on her trail, following her right to Val’s place.

And once he knew where his Daisy lived, he’d take the next step.

What that was, he couldn’t decide—there were too many; break in, install hidden cameras (an idea he’d stolen from Locust), or break in while she was sleeping, tie her to the bed, and then pleasure her until she forgave him. There was also the possibility of straight up kidnapping her and taking her to one of the club-owned rental properties until she gave him a second chance. No, none of those ideas were ideal, but the bottom linewas he had to get her to listen to him, tohearhim, to give him a chance to explain, to beg for forgiveness, because any other option was unacceptable.

The delivery lady, Rosie, closed her trunk, slid into the driver’s seat, and headed out the parking lot, through traffic, to the on-ramp for Highway 6 & 11, headed through the Notch toward Chinchilla.

Huh. Did his Daisy live in Clarks Summit or maybe Tunkhannock?

For twenty-five minutes, he followed the driver, until they turned into a neighborhood near the State Trooper office in downtown Tunkhannock, the street lined with small houses, just the right size for a single woman.

She wouldn’t be single for long, though.

Once I’ve claimed her, I’ll buy her a bigger, better house, one we can christen for a month straight, before I fill her to the brim with my babies.

Fuck! The idea of his luscious Valentina ripe with his baby….

He reached down and gripped his throbbing cock, squeezing it to alleviate the ache. Filling her with his babies was only one of the many fantasies he’d had of her, even before he’d been blessed with the revelation of her face—her voice alone could get him hard as fuck.

The grocery delivery driver slowed to a stop in front of 1981 Forand St., and got out.

Red pulled to the curb across the street and one house up, putting the truck in park, and peering out the window with his forehead pressed to the glass like a goddamn weirdo.

He couldn’t miss a single detail of what was going to happen. His heart and soul depended on this being her house.

The house was small, one car garage, painted a light brown with dark brown trim. It looked well maintained but old, like Valhad taken care of it but couldn’t completely erase the wages of time.

The driver gathered two grocery bags and carried them to the door. She placed them down on the porch, then knocked. Not even a minute later…there she was.

His breath caught in his lungs as his eyes landed upon the woman he loved for the very first time—no screen between them, just the glow of the setting sun, the shadows cast by the eaves, and the glittering beauty of the smile aimed at the driver.

Fuck, she was so goddamn beautiful!

Red’s own smile split his face, a slow, wicked, victorious smile. His off-chance idea had paid off, he finally knew where Valentina lived, and after too long without her, he was vibrating with the need to stride across the street, smash through her door, and devour her.

No. Need to wait. Must plan,his logical mind said as it worked to calm the beast roaring for its mate.

His voice, a dark mix of gravel and grit, hammered the air as he growled, “I’ve found you, my Daisy….”

ELEVEN

“This bitch is crazy,”Locust muttered, a strange awe in his voice.

Redtube glared at him from across the table where they were in the corner booth at Cool Hands. Once Red had definitive proof that Val lived at that address, had seen her beautiful face with his own eyes, he set his plan in motion.

First step, talk to Locust about camera options.

Unfortunately, Shannon, though she’d been kicked out of the clubhouse two days ago, was still around, like a bad rash on his ass. She kept calling and texting, using different numbers, so no matter how many times he blocked her, she’d still call or text. It was getting fucking ridiculous. How she honestly thought he would somehow forget she was nearly twenty weeks pregnant and that it was not his baby, he had no fucking idea. Maybe she was just that delusional.

Handing Red back his phone, Locust dipped his chin toward it.

“That’s twenty calls and texts—in the last two hours, brother,” Locust remarked, shaking his head. “That’s some obsessive shit—and I thoughtIwas obsessed with Nadia.”

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