Page 64 of Hart of Darkness
Out of nowhere, she cupped my dick. “Wow. Are you always hard?”
“Only around you.”
Instantly, her cheeks darkened to red. “Should we do something about him?”
I traced a lazy path along her forehead, eyes, nose, and mouth, as if I were reading braille. She purred like a kitty cat wanting to be petted more. So I obliged, continuing my assault on her. Her tits were sticking out, and I would have bet her nipples were hard and ready. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell because she was wearing a bra.
I slipped a hand up her shirt and under her bra. When I pinched her nipple, she let out a soft squeal.
I leaned in, my crotch never touching her body, although she was rubbing my erection as though she were trying to get me off. I stifled any sounds or moans that wanted to break free. I didn’t want anyone to hear me, although Norma had said the ladies were out in the backyard.
My lust was wiped out when my phone rang.
Maggie jumped a little.
I growled before I answered.
“Will you accept a collect call from Denim Hart?” the operator asked.
“Yes. Hey, bro. Are you all right? That must’ve been one hell of a fight if you’re just getting out of solitary.”
Maggie perched herself on the arm of the couch and lifted an eyebrow.
“Sorry,” Denim said. “I’m good, though. I asked the wrong question to the wrong guy. I only have five minutes to talk.”
“I don’t want to get your hopes up, but I found out that Grace could be alive.”
Denim sucked in air. “For real?”
“I’m working a lead tonight. I’ll give you more details later. So did you find out anything on the Black Knights?” I tapped the speaker button. “Bro, I got Maggie Marx in the room with me, and you’re on speaker.” After all, Denim was hunting for information for her, not me.
“Maggie Marx,” Denim said. “Look, girl, stay away from the Black Knights. Only death can come from someone snooping around.”
Maggie rolled her eyes. “Did you get any info?”
I had a feeling I might have to tie Maggie up so she wouldn’t end up like Nadine.
That isn’t happening, dude. The woman is on a narrow and tight road of revenge. It’s best if you keep her close.
Denim chuckled. “I see you’re still a badass. Anyway, one of the rival gangs here slipped me a name. Does Dallas ring a bell? Apparently, he’s one of the pimps for the Black Knights.”
Maggie’s pretty face twisted. “Not at all. Where can we find him?”
“That’s all I got,” Denim said. “I have to go. Be careful. Both of you.”
“Watch your back, man,” I said before the call disconnected.
“Dallas,” Maggie mumbled. “That name isn’t a whole lot to go on. I could float it by Ted.”
I thought about suggesting we finish what we’d started before the phone call, but her mind was on the Black Knights, and mine was on Grace. The Crow opened tonight anyway.
Excitement stirred deep in my stomach at the notion that I could actually run into Grace tonight, despite the possibility that my sister didn’t want anything to do with me.
I reached out to take Maggie’s hand. “Let’s do some detective work.”
