Page 12 of Death Warden
It was time to take a trip.
CHAPTERFOUR
SPECTRE
Punching Curo is therapeutic. The lich never hits the mat. He doesn’t feel pain, and keeps coming at me for more.
He’s the perfect sparring partner to let off some steam with.
I hit him with an uppercut that knocks him back several paces, but he shakes it off, silver eyes gleaming with wicked mirth as he wipes the blood from his mouth.
“That all you got, bitch?”
“That’s Vice Prez bitch to you. Prez soon enough.”
Curo chuckles. “Yeah, we’ll see.”
It’s not a threat. He’s genuinely curious. And honestly, so am I. Dax has been dangling the prez role in front of me for years. I’ve worked my ass off for it too, but so far, no joy.
Curo stops bouncing on his feet and tucks his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, pushing them further down his hips. “Fuck it, Spectre, you’re no fun when you mope.”
“I’m not moping.”
“Sure you are. I can read you like a fucking magazine.” He runs a hand through his silver locks, tousling them so the black streaks stand out. “I need to shower before the meet.”
“Yeah, me too.”
He sticks his tongue out slightly. “Want to save water?”
“Fuck you.” I grin at him.
Curo doesn’t have a preference when it comes to sex. Guys, girls, whatever, if he takes a fancy, he’ll bang it. It’s like he’s made a sport out of sex. But I’ve known him long enough to understand the loneliness behind his couldn’t-give-a-shit attitude.
“Love you.” Curo blows me a kiss.
“Love you too.”
He saunters off with a jaunty salute.
I do love the fucker, even though there are times I don’t understand him. I’ve seen the two main sides of Curo. Playful and affectionate with those in his inner circle, cold and cruel to everyone else. Curo doesn’t suffer fools. I’m glad we have him as club sergeant. The city is safe under his care, as is the club.
I grab my shirt and head in the opposite direction, up a flight of stairs that leads from the basement training room to the first floor, where club residences are. Not all club members live at the club house, but enough to keep it running and to ensure there’s someone on hand to deal with any civi queries or liaise with the local PD over minor infractions.
I push open the doors to my quarters and freeze as the heady scent of jasmine assaults my senses.
I see her a moment later, naked and sprawled across my bed like a prize. An unwanted prize.
“Hello, Spectre, Curo said you wanted to see me…” Jasmine licks her lips in that sexy way some females do. “All of me.”
Fucking Curo and his pranks.
I stride across the room and grab a throw from the chair by my dresser, then hand it to her, keeping my gaze averted.
“What?” She doesn’t take it straight away, so I drop it on her. “Seriously?” Her voice rises indignantly.
“I need to shower, and you need to leave.” My tone is gruffer than I intend but she’s invading my space, and I’m pissed.
I can hear her pulling on her clothes. “There’s something fucking wrong with you, Spectre, you know that? All the other hounds have had a sniff. This is some prime pussy, anyone will tell you that. But you…You don’t fuck any of the girls.”
