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He holds his fingers there, grazing them gently along my pussy walls while I float down from my climax. When I stop shaking, he slides them from me and brushes his lips over my mound before settling on his side next to me.
I’m breathing hard, still recovering.Holy shit.I’ve never felt anything like that. No wonder everyone talks about oral sex like it’s some amazing thing. It is. It really fucking is, at least with someone like Wolf. And it’s erased my body’s memory of Asher’s fingers inside me, at least for now.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
26
Wolf
IfindDante’scontactin Asher’s phone. We took it when we left his apartment, and it’s proven useful. It took a few tries to unlock his phone, but Everleigh was the one who cracked it. 10-14. Everleigh’s birthday.
I call Dante from my phone. He answers on the third ring, surprising me. Most people these days don’t answer calls from unknown numbers, let alone a blocked one.
“Yeah?” There are voices in the background.
“Is this Dante?”
“Who’s asking?”
This one seems smarter than Asher already. “It’s Wolf. I have Everleigh Mason. I… spoke with Asher yesterday. We need to meet.”
The background voices fade. I have his attention, at least to the point that he’s walked away from whatever he was doing so we could have a private conversation. “What are you doing with Everleigh? Are you willing to turn her over to us?”
I need to hedge here. “Depends on the price, I suppose.”
Dante snorts. “You think she’s still worth something? We already paid you half a million. I’m not ready to be on the hook for more. Plus, she owes us. Bring her to us and we can talk. Basement of the old casino at the corner of Bedford and Park. Tomorrow at two o’clock.” With that, he disconnects the call.
The address is in a shady part of Bedford-Stuyvesant. I expected something like that. I’m not too concerned for my safety, but I’m also not sure I want to walk Everleigh into that neighborhood.
“What did he say?” Everleigh steps into the living room.
She’s still in my clothes that she wore to bed, and fuck, it does something to me. There’s something primal about dressing a woman in your clothes. It shows that she’s yours. And Everleighismine, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.
“He wants to meet tomorrow. He gave me an address, but I don’t know about this, Everleigh. Maybe we should just get out of town. Go far enough away that we’ll be off their radar.”
She shakes her head, like the stubborn brat I knew she would be.
“No. I want to look him in the eyes. I want to know how much he knew about my brother. If he knew how messed-up he was. I need… closure, I guess.” She steps closer to me and wraps her arms around my neck, looking up at me, imploring with her eyes. “Please, Wolf.”
She has a good point, and I can’t fault her for this one.
I lower my forehead to hers. “Okay. We’ll meet them, but you follow my lead. And you do exactly as I say. I know you want closure, but if we’re in danger, that’s off the table. I say run, you run. We do this together or not at all. Do you understand?”
The next day, we stand in front of a dilapidated building at 1:55. Everleigh is dressed in her own clothes for the first time in days. We stopped by her apartment on the way here. It had been tossed, obviously the Kings looking for clues as to where she’d gone, but no one had touched her collection of leggings and t-shirts. We grabbed a few clothes, but we’ll need to go back to sort out the rest later.
The door opens easily to reveal three men, each holding a gun. They nod like they’re expecting us. One starts to walk down the hallway with a jerk of his head, indicating we’re to follow. Toward the end of the corridor, the hall curves around a corner to a door, another two men standing guard in front of this one.
“Hand over your weapons.” The first guard holds out his hand.
I clench my jaw, but I pull out my Glock and remove the clip, then hand it over, along with the switchblade in my back pocket. He frisks me, then Everleigh, before he’s satisfied that we’re not carrying anything else. He nods to the other guards.
One of them pulls open the door, and I step inside first. Everleigh follows me. There’s no room for being a gentleman and letting a lady go first when you don’t know the extent of the danger that lies on the other side. Just through the door is a staircase, and when we reach the bottom, another door opens. This one lets us into their war room.
Every gang has one of these. A place where decisions are made, where traitors are executed. Every important decision for the Kings comes through this room—and the people in it.
Everleigh inhales sharply behind me. I’d imagine she’s thinking of her brother sitting in this room over the years. I’m not quite that sentimental as I size up the men sitting in the room. Dante has to be the one in the center. He has a commanding presence, and he’d be intimidating to most people. The other men look to him as we enter the room, further confirming my hunch. He’s the leader, and he makes the final call.
We stand in the center of the circle of tables. This is the hot seat. Everleigh shouldn’t be here with me, but they needed to see her. I look down, seeing there are dark stains on the floor. Blood.
