Page 31 of Chief's Addiction

My heart rate kicked up a notch. Whatever was happening was serious enough that Braxton had sent Chief to check on me. That alone was concerning, but his evasiveness was making it worse.

“You’re not telling me something,” I accused.

He just stared at me, refusing to say anymore.

“Whatever.” I hit play on the remote then scooted deeper into the arm of the couch. I wasn’t playing these stupid games with him.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock at my door. Chief stood, pulling a gun from inside his cut as he walked over and checked the peephole. “It’s Lid,” he said, holstering his gun.

“Whoever that is.” I crossed my arms under my boobs and his eyes dropped.

“Fuck.” Shaking his head and muttering about my lack of a bra, he flipped the deadbolt and opened the door. A young guy with dark hair, wide eyes, and a prospect patch on his cut was standing on the other side, holding two paper bags that smelled like heaven.

Oh, heck yeah.

“Hi, Lid!” I chirped, ducking under Chief’s beefy arm as I moved in front of him and took the food.

“Uh... Hi?” he said back, his eyes darting between his boss and me.

“You didn’t forget my sauce, did you?” I lifted a brow. Sweet potato fries dipped in Freddy’s sauce were chef’s kiss. My belly rumbled in agreement.

The prospect nodded. “Yes, ma’am. It’s in the bag.”

“You’re the best.” I flashed him a smile as I stepped around Chief and hip checked him out into the hallway. As he stumbled towards his minion, I tried to close the door on him. Moving quickly, his hand shot out and caught it.

I sighed and shook my head. “So close.”

“No. Not close at all,” he growled, slamming the door in the prospect’s face.

See. Total asshole move. He didn’t even say thanks.

Deciding it was best to ignore him, I started pulling containers from the bags and setting them on the coffee table. Fast Freddy’s was a major upgrade from the Cocoa Pebbles I’d planned on having for dinner.

The couch dipped when Chief sat down beside me. Somehow managing to sit even closer than before.

It’s just a burger. We’d eat and then I’d kick him out. I was a strong independent woman. I could totally do this. Easy peasy.

Glancing at the mountain of a man beside me, I wasn’t sure who I was kidding.

“Here.” He handed me a cup of fry sauce.

I shook my head.

Right. Food and then kick him out.

I opened my burger and took a big bite, moaning when the greasy cheesy goodness hit my taste buds. Seriously. Fast Freddy’s was so good.

Taking another bite, I felt his eyes on me.

“What?” I asked around a mouthful of food.

“You’ve got a little sauce...” He motioned to the corner of his own mouth.

Before I could reach for a napkin, his thumb brushed across my bottom lip, wiping away the mess. The touch sent a jolt straight through me, and I jerked back like I’d been electrocuted.

“Don’t,” I warned.

His eyes darkened. “Don’t what?”

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