Page 12 of Punished
Ajay looked away and laughed.
Kevinfrowned. “What's so fucking funny? I find it sad.”
Ajay turned back to him. “You should hope his dick isn't the only thing he can offer me.”
Kevin snorted. “Why?”
“Because, then, wouldn't that mean that's where you were lacking?” Ajay shot back.
“I had you screaming my name whenever my cock was inside of you. You're the one who kicked me out,” Kevin said.
Ajay shrugged. “It was good sometimes. But with Tim, it's greateverytime.”
Kevin snarled and grabbed Ajay by his neck and slammed him against the wall. “What the fuck you say?”
“Get your fucking hands off me,” Ajay snapped. Then looked toward the corner of the elevator.
Kevin stared at him for a few seconds before turning to look in the same direction. That was when he saw the camera that had caught his actions that could be deemed assault. Immediately, he released Ajay and took a step back. He looked at the man who had his blood boiling. “If you think I'm going to give you a fucking divorce so that you can be with him, think again.”
Ajay scoffed. “Not divorcing me won't stop me from being with him when he gets out.”
“That's if he gets out,” Kevin said just as the elevator doors opened.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Ajay said.
Kevin shrugged and then stepped off the elevator, but Ajay followed him and grabbed his arm, turning him around.
“What the fuck does that mean, Kevin?” Ajay demanded to know what Kevin's words implicated.
Kevin smileddown at him, then leaned closer to whisper. “A lot can happen to a man in prison.” He then licked Ajay's ear.
Ajay shoved him back, his face twisted in a grimace. “Don't you touch him.”
Kevin rolled his eyes. “Worry more about yourself and less about your convict boy toy now that you've decided to be unemployed.”
“I'm warning you, Kevin... leave us alone.”
Kevin cocked an eyebrow. “Us?” He shook his head as he chuckled, but there was no humor in his laugh. “There is no ‘us’, not with him. The only reason you're not in more trouble is because of me. We don't know what you told them about our investigation while you were taking it up the ass in there. Does obstruction of justice ring a bell? What about accomplice to a crime? While you were getting his filthy fucking spunk shot up in you, what secrets did you whisper to him?”
“Wow, you're unbelievable. I didn't tell them anything and let's face it. It's not like the Lords don't know they're being watched,” Ajay said.
“And you know they're criminals, the whole lot of them, right down to the kids and you want to be with them,” Kevin said.
“To be honest, I saw more criminal activity from the COs in there than the actual criminals, so spare me the cops are righteous bullshit. And if anything happens to Tim in there, you're the first person I'm going to point to when the Lords start asking questions. So, I suggest you back off and sign the fucking divorce papers,” Ajay said, then shoved past Kevin to leave the DEA Branch.
He was still fuming when he climbed into his car. He had to tell the Lords so they could pass the word to TT and Dragon to be on alert. He was sure those two men always were, he'd seen that much with his own eyes, but he needed to make certain. He'd lose his mind if anything bad happened to Tim, especially at the hands of his jealous husband. He also prayed for the day when he could call Kevin hisex-husband and Tim his real husband. He knew that day would come, even if he had to do something to Kevin to make sure that it did. The last thing he was going to allow anyone to do was keep him oppressed. First, he had to pay his dues to the Lords and give them that information. His mind raced with various scenarios of how it was all going to go down. He was nervous and excited at the same time.
Well, time to find out. He turned the car on and headed toward the Lords of Chaos clubhouse.
Chapter seven
Rio “Maverick” Murphy
“Do you want somebreakfast?” Melissa asked Rio “Maverick” Murphy as she tied her bathrobe.
Maverick was lying in her bed, naked and sweaty, having just fucked her again, and was instantly regretting it. He'd come over that morning to spend time with his twin sons and ended up balls-deep in Melissa's tight, wet pussy. His kryptonite as his brothers would say. He sighed. “Yeah,” he said, then sat up, tossing the sheet back.
Melissa's eyes were glued to his body, admiring every tattoo, scar, and muscle that perfected his flesh. The man was a god of men. A prince of the Lords and he should be hers. And he would be, especially now that she had his twin sons.
