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C: Scythe?
R: I don’t have anything to wear.
C: I got you! Be there in an hour.
I hop into the shower to save time until she gets here. I’m a little nervous. I haven’t been out in a while, but I’m bored and have no idea when Gage is coming back. Chrissy arrives with a flourish, looking gorgeous in a white, backless mini-dress. She hands me a gift-wrapped box and sits on the bed, encouraging me to open it. Inside is a black mini-dress with a plunging neckline.
“I bought it for –” she stops, bites her lip, then continues, “I bought it a couple months ago and never got the chance to give it to you.”
Now I understand. It was my birthday gift. “I love it. Thank you.” I pull her to her feet and throw my arms around her. She returns my hug, squeezing tightly. I push the memory of that night out of my mind, get dressed, and then we go in search of Ron. I contemplate sending Gage a text but decide against it. I’m an adult. I can do whatever the fuck I want and he’ll just have to deal with it. That’s what I tell myself as I climb into the car before a little voice in my mind says,Yeah…right. He willnotbe a happy man when he returns and I’m not where he told me to be.
***Gage***
“How did you find this place?” I ask the intruder for a third time. I already cracked open his face and he’s lost a few teeth, but he still hasn’t told me what I want to hear.
I adjust my brass knucks and slam my fist into his face again. We caught him trying to break into the warehouse, and I need to know who sent him.
“Look, man,” he groans and spits blood. “All I know is a guy paid me a grand in cash, told me how to get here, and said I could keep anything I took. I swear I didn’t know it was yours.”
“What did he look like?”
“It was dark. I didn’t get a good look.”
“Did you tell anyone else about it?”
“No one, I swear. Please…please, don’t kill me.”
“You tried to steal from me. Why shouldn’t I kill you?” I ask.
“He…he was wearing a jacket like yours. I didn’t see what was on it, though.”
“Like this?” I point to my cut.
“Yeah. He said he’d find me in a few days and give me another grand if I pulled it off.”
I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. I believe him. If another MC is bent on causing trouble, I need to find out who they are. Maybe he can help me.
“You know what? I’m not going to kill you.”
Relief floods his features. “Thank you, thank you!”
“But…I need information. I need to know who this guy is, and you’re going to find out. You don’t…Iwillfind you and Iwillput you in the ground. Got it?”
“I will. I promise.”
I nod to the guys to release him, but then I draw my Glock and point it between his frightened eyes. “Forget you were ever here, yeah?”
He nods vigorously then runs off, tripping over air. “Make sure you keep a tab on him,” I tell Tek as we leave. Now that’s over with, I can get back to the clubhouse and finish what I started with Raven. Shit. My dick gets hard as I think about it.
After an uncomfortable ride, I hurry inside to my woman but find an empty room instead.The fuck?I call her, but it just rings then goes to voicemail. As I’m about to call back, she texts me.
R: At Scythe.
G: On my way.
I see her the moment I enter the club. It’s hard not to; she’s the most gorgeous woman in here. More than that, my eyes are drawn to her on instinct. She’s in the middle of the dancefloor, eyes closed, caught up in the music. Chrissy is dancing with her and they’re both running their hands over each other’s bodies. As usual, every motherfucker in here is staring at her. A part of me is pissed the fuck off, but the other part? Proud as hell. They can look but onlyIget to touch.
I lean on the bar and watch her. She’s mesmerizing, moving in sync with the slow, seductive beat. When she opens her eyes, they land right on me, as if she already knew I was here. Biting the corner of her bottom lip, she begins sliding her hands over her body. Her dress is skin-tight, clinging to every delicious curve, barely covering her ass and tits. She makes the dress look amazing, but all I can think about is getting her out of it. She stares at me, mouthing the lyrics of the song, looking like a sexy siren. I’d wreck my ship on her island any day. I grab my hard dick, adjusting it as it strains against my jeans. Her hands move slowly over her breasts, hips, and back up as she tells me she wants to show me how proud she is to be mine, and leaving her dress on the floor.At least we agree on that.She combs her fingers through her hair then crooks her finger, beckoning me.
