Page 30 of Sinful Deeds
“No asshole, I’m taking a nap,” he snaps. “I think I broke my leg.”
Even though Tank is younger, we formed an unbreakable bond as soon as we met. Even when things come to blows between us, the respect for each other and our friendship never wavers. It would break me if something happened to him. Cobra and I work together to pick him up. When we hoist him off the ground, blood coats my hands and Tank lets out a howl that would wake the dead. His good leg buckles and he passes out from the pain, collapsing into my arms.
“Help me get him in the van. He took a bullet to the back.”
Together we carry him and lift him into the back of the van. I whistle for the prospects. “Ride with him and keep pressure on it.”
After they load Tank's bike alongside him, I slam the rear door of the van closed. I turn to the other prospect, “Get him to Mercy at the Compound. We’ll be right behind you.” He nods his head and climbs into the driver’s seat, turning the engine over. “And Prospect, you two better not let him die.”
The squeal of the van’s tires on the asphalt echo in my head and I pull myself together. “It’s almost dawn. Light that shit and let’s roll.”
Axel twists a rag into a long, tight roll and feeds the end into the truck’s gas tank, sparking it up with a lighter. I fire my bike up and the others do the same, riding out before the fireworks display lights up the sky at our backs. Our bikes eat up the pavement, double timing it back to the compound.
Chapter 19
Raven
Idraw the covers backand roll out of bed. Chainz’s t-shirt brushes against my thighs, reminding me I wasn’t wearing panties, like he asked. I’m embarrassed that I waited for him like this, only to have him not show up. Maybe he didn’t want me. Maybe he’s full of shit, telling me what he thinks I want to hear to keep me here longer.
Sulking that he got what he wanted; I slam the bathroom door shut. I’m such a fool. I bet he hooked up with one of these skanky hoes that hang around this place. Skylar told me all about how they suck and fuck anyone with a cut and a cock. Even Mercy warned me they were nothing but trouble.
I tear the t-shirt off, balling it up and tossing it on the floor before stepping into the shower. The warm water pulses against my hair, streaming down my back and over my shoulders. I inhale the steam, along with the scent of his soap and shampoo as I wash. My body aches with desire for him. Even after pulling a no show, I still want him. Desperate to have his hands and mouth on my body again.
I finish showering and dress in my own clothes for the first time in days. Grateful Crusher got them for me. Hand-me-downs are getting old fast. At least in my own clothes, I can pretend I have a choice to stay or go. Even if I don’t.
I let out a heavy sigh. I know I’m fooling myself. If I go, I say goodbye to Chainz and deep down, that’s not what I want. Even if it means risking my heart, it’s better than risking my life. Adam is still out there. And he’s coming for me. I doubt the walls around this place are strong enough to stop him.
The need to see Chainz, even if he’s got a whore hanging on his arm this morning, draws me downstairs. I scan the common room for Chainz, but none of the guys are there. After a long run, they’re probably all still in bed and since Chainz wasn’t in his, I’m even more certain he’s in someone else’s.
The fresh smell of biscuits in the oven hits my nose, so I turn toward the kitchen to help Cat with breakfast. Maybe making myself useful will help fight off this insecurity. I hate feeling needy. I straighten my shoulders and hold my head up high. I refuse to let Chainz see he has this effect on me.
Shawna cuts me off at the pass. “Why are you still here?” She hisses.
I am in no mood for her shit this morning. “I could ask you the same question.”
She rolls her eyes and slaps her hands on her hips, “I was here long before you sweetheart.”
