Page 2 of Lourdes & the Mafia
See, Naomi is a motorcycle club princess. Which basically means she’s the daughter of an MC president. MCs are essentially a brotherhood of criminals, or most of them, anyway. Her whole childhood was built on hand-to-hand combat, shooting lessons, and how to make fucking homemade bombs.
She was raised a boss bitch and taught not to trust anyone.
Then she got involved with her men, the Kraken motorcycle club members, so she is even more cautious than before. I mean, I get it. Being involved with dangerous men means she has to look over her shoulder at every turn.
But really, it’s her fault I had to put an ad out in the first place.
See, the bitchmovedinto the Kraken compound, leaving me alone in our big ol’ house.
Now I need someone to help me make rent. Because, yeah, being a web designer doesn’t pay big bucks. A bitch isbroke.
“It’s fine,” I try to reassure her.
It only makes her frown harder. “Lourdes, you have no idea what kind of people live out there. You have no idea who will want to hurt you.”
I try to keep my flare of annoyance at bay. I look at Naomi.Reallylook at her.
Naomi Queen is fucking gorgeous. Her hair is out of the box braids she’d sported for a long while. Now it’s in its natural state, the curls coiling over her shoulders and around her cheeks. They drift over her bare shoulders as she leans forward on the bed. Her brown skin has a healthy glow to it, even despite the fingermark bruises against her neck.
If I wasn’t painfully aware of her lover’s—Box’s—proclivities in the sack, I’d be mortified. I know big dick kangaroo bastard likes things as rough as Naomi does.
Wish I didn’t know that, but sometimes my gift is a bitch and I can’t control the visions when they hit.
I’ve gotten more flashes of pierced dick, ass, and too much of Naomi that I never wanted to see.
Yick.
But despite that, I know how much the Krakens care for her. She belongs to them. It’s not as misogynistic as it sounds. I know they’ll die for her. Kill for her. The evidence is in the black leather jacket she wears, the logo of a Kraken tearing through the water on her breast and the words below it.
Queenie.
The Kraken Queen.
I try not to sigh wistfully every time I fucking see the jacket. I’m happy for my best friend, I really am. But…damn if I don’t want what she has.
Maybe not the abundance of kangaroo dick, but the love that comes with it.
Shaking that off, I focus on the conversation at hand, avoiding the ache that presses against my chest.
“I’ll be fine,” I repeat.
“At least let Wire run a background check on everyone who applied.”
“I don’t need your Kraken tech wiz looking through people’s lives on the internet. I know if he does he’ll tell Daddy Kraken and they’ll go on a killing spree.”
Box had all but threatened that outcome when Naomi snitched on me. Treacherous bitch.
It comes from a place of love…
And because she loves me, the Krakens feel honor bound to protect me.
I mean, that’s nice and all, but my entire life I’ve been dependent on other people. It’s beenmonthssince I dumped my asshole ex and decided it was time to put on my big girl panties and be more independent.
Starting with this.
But Naomi is really breaking my style.
Naomi shrugs and a mischievous smile touches her lips. “One more creep off the streets to protect you then.”
