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The whore freaked the fuck out and went straight out of the window. From that moment on there’s been as much a mental as a physical block; I would freeze up whenever someone demanded I talk. My stutter, along with anxiety and panic, made it impossible to so much as try. So, not talking at all is fine by me.

Kenz’s response to the noise I just made is completely different than the whore’s. She fucking moans into my mouth and I swallow down every damn vibration. Her hands glide over the skin of my neck. Nails raking over my scalp. Fucking delicious.

She pushes her curvy body against my hard cock, and it shoots pleasure through my spine, making my hips buck. I’m ready to come in my pants right here, right fucking now. Ripping my mouth from hers, I step back and shake my head in an effort to clear it.

A huff of frustration forces my gaze to lock on the woman before me. She looks pissed and her hands are on her hips. I have no clue what to say or do and it’s why I point my thumb in the direction of the door, snap my fingers, and point again.

“There better be hot and kinky sex after this, buddy.” She steps closer. “You can’t put me on the edge of orgasm and hit pause for the sake of…what the hell are we going to do anyway?”

The easiest way is to show her. Lacing my fingers with hers, I pull her along and walk to the back of the tattoo shop where I left the body. Kenz comes to a stop as soon as she sees the dead guy on her floor.

Dammit. I should have thought this through. There have been moments where I’ve seen chicks react to dead people, or people’s reaction when you kill someone right before their eyes. Hell, my own reaction when I was twelve years old should have made me think things through.

Then again, Kenz hasn’t reacted like a normal person ever since I met her…through a fucking message. She pulls her foot back and kicks the dead fucker who tried to kill her in the nuts.

“Asshole,” she snaps. “That’s for shooting a damn bullet at me.”

A gasp rips from her right before she gives me her eyes. “You used a throwing star to kill him? What? Why did you not throw it and instead shove the thing in his throat? That’s it, right? How you injured your hand? Ugh.” She flicks my shoulder. “Next time throw the damn thing.”

The corner of my mouth twitches and I dip my chin, letting her know I appreciate her advice. Even if I didn’t have the chance to throw it with his back to me, forcing me to improvise. I couldn’t reach for another weapon quick enough and I had the ninja star in my hand when I was stalking Kenz while sharpening the thing.

“Okay, how are we going to deal with this?” She throws a glance over her shoulder. “No one would see the body if they look through the windows. I open on Monday and really don’t want it to stink up the place. Oh. I have some garbage bags under the sink. I’ll go grab them. We can put him in the trunk of my car and drive somewhere together to bury him. Are we burying him?”

I shoot her a grin and she fucking winks at me. Reaching for my phone, I type out a message and show it to her.

“Oh, wow. Really? Smart to cremate the body. Okay, I’ll go grab the garbage bags because I don’t want this guy dripping any bodily fluids in my car. We’re still taking my car, right?”

One tight nod and she rushes back into the tiny kitchen to grab shit so we can dispose of the body together. Not one question as to why this fucker came here to fire a bullet at her. No freaking out.

Damn, the woman is perfect. There’s no way I’ll ever let her walk away from me; she’s mine and even death won’t be able to rip us apart.

CHAPTER THREE

– KENZ –

I glance in the rearview mirror at the single headlight following me. There should be fear running through my veins. Any sane person would have some, along with a couple of red flags to warn yourself away from a man like Falcon.

Being raised in the MC life has made me familiar with havoc and destruction. Though, the ease and calmness Falcon has in the routine of killing and cleaning up afterward lets me know his past is darker than any black hole in this fucked-up universe.

Again, it should make me hit the gas pedal and drive straight to Heath and Hayden, my twin brothers who are co-presidents of AF MC, for protection against Falcon. Yet, deep down I feel the urge to pull Falcon close and hug the fuck out of him instead of running far, far away.

Twisted. Especially since I don’t do relationships and I’m certainly not clingy. A huff of frustration overwhelms me as I hit the blinker and guide my car into the parking lot of Wisely Dicey MC. I park my car and reach for my phone inside my bag. Falcon opens my door when I hit send on a message to my twin brothers, to let them know exactly where I am. Not just for my safety; I’m following their rules to show respect.

Showing Falcon the screen, I tell him, “I just gave my brothers a heads-up. You know, before co-presidents show up at another MC’s doorstep to raise hell to get their sister back.”

The corner of his mouth twitches and he gives me a tight nod. My phone instantly gives a notification I received a reply. One glance at the screen makes me sigh.

“Great,” I mutter. “We’ll just deal with their temper tantrum tomorrow, preferably after I’ve had my coffee.”

Falcon takes the phone from my hand and shoves it in the pocket of his jeans. I grab my bag and hop out of the car.

When I shut the door and lock it, I tell him, “I’m gonna need my phone back. It doesn’t have to be right now…just before I leave tomorrow.”

Falcon doesn’t give me any reply and I narrow my eyes, but he simply ignores me by grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the clubhouse. It should be another red flag with the whole taking my phone and not agreeing to give it back tomorrow. At least I’m not entirely stupid and did leave a message of my whereabouts.

I let my lungs fill with the crisp night air just as Falcon opens the door of the clubhouse. Tonight, I’ll simply live in the right-fucking-here and let go of all boundaries. Enjoy myself with the real-life dream man I’ve been craving all due to my smutty dark romance obsession.

Fiction becomes reality tonight, and I do hope he gives me the mind-blowing orgasm I was about to have when he stopped me earlier tonight. If not, I might just have to kill him and dispose of his body. I now know the easiest untraceable way to do it thanks to him showing me.

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