Page 84 of Brandishing Beginnings

“My turn,” Nico muttered, pulling our attention back to him.

Looking down at Maya, she was still passed out and breathing evenly. I had no fucking clue how.Did she take something?It wouldn’t be the first time she took a sleep pill after a long shift. It wasn’t something she did often, but she was known to take one once in a while.

“Yeah man,” Marcos muttered. He let out a hiss as he slowly pulled out of Maya.

I grumbled, but I too pulled out, and slowly rolled over so Maya was laying on her side in the center of the bed. It took me a minute to untangle our limbs, but eventually I was able to shift backwards away from her.

Nico walked around the bed and climb in on the other side, crawling across the bed until he glided in behind her prone body. Once he was seated in her warm sheath, he rolled her onto her belly and carefully maneuvered her head so she could breathe easy while passed out.

I rolled off the bed, intending to go clean up, when I saw the amber colored prescription bottle on the nightstand, with a note beneath it.

I took one .

Use me.

Love you.

“No, shit.” I chuckled and pulled the note from under the pill bottle. I handed it to a curious Marcos, who had glanced away from watching Nico and Maya.

Marcos’s grin is diabolical. “She wanted to be used tonight, Nic. Have at it. She’s out.”

Nico only grunted as he picked up speed, pumping into Maya’s heat. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” he said for the thousandth time that night. “So fucking—,” he grunted as he came, hips freezing in place, “perfect.”

Maya

Iwasfreakingout;Ididn’t know what to do. Dax Hillcrest had made it very clear that should I tell my boys—tell anyone—there would be hell to pay. I spent the week after my late-night encounter trying to act as if nothing was wrong, but my insides were eating me alive—as was my guilt.

I’d never kept anything like this from my guys. Ever.

We didn’t do secrets between us, even with club shit, my guys told me everything. I was all in, there was no half-ways in this life, it was how people got killed. The club was dangerous, because they had dangerous enemies and I needed to know so I could stay safe. Also, so I could keep an eye out myself in the hospital—I could come acrossanyone at any point.

Here I was though, keeping something so fucking huge from my men. Details like this could change their war. Someone had hit their warehouse the same night and time that someone had killed the mayor.

I knew who killed the mayor, yet the rest of the world didn’t seem to know—my guys included.

I was going to be in so much trouble when my guy found out I was kept this from them. This could break us. The last thing I wanted was to lose them—Marcos, Jason, and Nico were the world to me. My entire life revolved around them. I had my guys, my sister, and a handful of close girlfriends, and that was it.

My stomach rolled again at the thought of my massive betrayal.

“Hey Miss Maya, you clocking out for the day?” Dwight the security guard called out.

I jerked my head up and looked around, realizing I was in a daze as I was leaving the hospital. I shot Dwight an apologetic look. “Hey Dwight, yeah, I’m out of here.” I had just finished a rare day-shift and my mind clearly wasn’t in the right place.

“Well, you have a good evening now,” Dwight smiled.

I grinned back, loving my comradery with the older gentleman. Dwight was a kind-hearted man that made sure to know the name of every staff member that entered through the hospital. He kept a bucket of candy on the desk and his wife made Christmas cookies every year to share with all those that stopped by. It had becomea meeting place amongst the nurses who need a sugar fix in the middle of a long shift.

“I am out of here,” I announced a broad smile on my face. “I’ll see you in a week!”

“Have a great vacation,” Dwight replied with a smile.

I pushed out of the hospital, a smile on my face as I tilted my head up to the sunshine.Is this what it’s like to work day shift? I could get use to this.The thought made me chuckle. As much as I enjoyed getting off in the sunshine, the tension of admin and staff that weren’t there at night, had made the day drag on forever.

It had also made my nerves worse.

I had too much on my mind and kept getting distracted; which was evident a moment later when I realized I couldn’t find my car. The lot that morning had been packed and I hadn’t been able to park in my usual lot.

Sighing, I realized I had to trek the half mile to lot C—the overflow lot. On my walk over, an unsettling feeling rolled over me. I’d been so out of it all day, but now I felt the weight of the secret baring down on me.

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