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“Maybe I should remind you then.”
“No, thanks.”
She freezes and stares at me in shock. “Wh…why? I don’t understand.”
“Look –”
I’m about to break it down for her when I hear Nita scream. I push past Cassidy and fling the door open. One of her goons is standing before Nita, who’s now crying and sporting a busted lip. I see red. All fucking shades of red. But mostly the deep, dark shade of blood.
“You put your hands on my aunt?”
“Bitch has a big fucking –”
I put a bullet between his eyes before he can finish the sentence. E reacts quickly, capping the next fucker before I can. Cassidy screams. I grab her neck and force her against the wall. Her eyes are wide in fear, tears beginning to form. She’s lucky she’s a woman.
“Listen, bitch. This ends now. I don’t want to hear from you or about you. Don’t call the club and harass Nita. Donottry to contact me for any fucking reason. If I even hear a whisper of your name, you end up like those two. Got it?”
She nods vigorously, the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“You mention anything about what happened tonight to anybody but God, you’re dead.”
“I won’t! I promise!”
I release her and she runs through the door, smashing into Crow. He grabs her and I nod to him so he knows it’s okay to let her go. E has untied Nita and she rushes over, throwing her arms around me. And then she smacks me.
“The fuck was that for?”
“I told you to keep it in your pants.”
She leaves the office in a huff and I shake my head. Maybe she’s right. It’s my dick that got us into this situation.
“Clean this shit up.” I tell the guys.
As I drive away from the club, I find myself wishing I’d left Raven in my bed. I’d be heading back to her now instead of an empty house. Fuck it. I’ll just head to the clubhouse and crash for a few hours.
I check my phone and see her message.
R: I’m home. Getting into bed. Wish I was still in yours…
Fuck me.
G: Are you still awake?
After a few minutes and no reply, I figure she’s asleep. But then my phone buzzes.
R: Sorry. My hands were a little busy ;)
Holy fuck. Is she…? Does that mean what I think it means?I dial her number and she answers with a moan.
“Jesus Christ, Raven. Are you touching yourself?”
“Mm hmm.”
A soft whimper goes straight to my dick and I’m instantly hard. Her moaning continues, and I have to prop the phone between my ear and shoulder so I can adjust myself. “I shouldn’t have told you to do that.”
She gasps and a vivid image of her pops into my mind. She’s lying in bed, legs drawn up, fingers in her wet, tight pussy.Fuck me.
“Why?”
