Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Be a good little bitch and put your hands behind your back.” She jerks slightly but does what I say with a grunt escaping her slick, wet lips. “This isn’t going to go easy. If you’re good, I’ll give you a reward tonight.” She hums around my rock-hard cock as I push her down, forcing her to take every fucking inch. She tries to pull back, but I don’t let her. I force her to take every inch, ignoring the way she whimpers or gags. “Relax that throat and let me feel you swallow my load,” I growl.
I’ve been four years without a woman—four years without coming. Layna has no idea what she’s got in store for her tonight. She thinks she’s been worn out before by the boys in our club, but nothing will have prepared her for the shit I’m going to do to her tonight. Maybe I can fuck her long enough that I pass out without remembering the hell I’ve survived behind bars. I let my head fall back as I continue fucking her face. I let the sensations take over, even as my brain goes numb, and I detach myself from what’s happening.
I just need a few minutes where the pain doesn’t try to drown me.
Just a few minutes.
3 BLADE
“Your secretary looked a little frazzled,” Viper says with a smirk as he walks into my office.
He walked in just as Layna was wiping her face clean. I should have come down her throat, but the temptation to shoot my jizz all over her face and tits was too strong to overcome. I lean back in my chair, taking a breath and enjoying the fact that it’s clean air that only smells like sex. Not of rats, roaches, and feces—which is the smell that is prominent in jail. I’ve got the A/C on sixty-five. I know it’s probably cold for everyone else, but the stifling heat I’ve lived with inside of hell for the last four years is something I can’t seem to get away from.
“You’re early,” I respond with a shrug. My gaze moves over Viper. He’s a big motherfucker—easily the biggest man of us all. That’s why he holds the position of Enforcer. He’s got shaggy brown hair that falls to his shoulders. Today he has a red bandanna tied on his head. He’s wearing worn blue jeans, a faded black tee, and his cut over that. His beard is a little longer than I remember and definitely grayer. Again, I’m reminded of the changes four years can bring. “Are those the files I asked for?”
The easy smile on his face fades slightly. “Yeah, there are three of them.” He slides them over to me. I place them on my desk directly in front of me. I want to look at them now, but I won’t until Viper leaves.
“Hangman told me your plan.”
“Let me guess, you don’t agree with it either?”
He brings his fingers up to scratch his chin through his beard. “I don’t really have a horse in the race, boss. This is on you. I’m not going to tell you how to feel. I think Bear deserves justice. Losing him has hurt Ayita tremendously. She’s not the same woman. So, I get it. That said, I don’t think the correct way to go about any of this is to go after Eyeball’s sister. I’m not about to stand in your way, though. You’re a grown man. I’d just challenge you to be careful.”
“Worried about me?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow up in challenge.
“Yeah, but not in the way you think. Read Olivia’s file. She’s not Eyeball. She’s not the one who killed Bear.”
I roll my eyes. “I never said she was. That night, though …” I shrug, leaving the rest unsaid. There’s no point. Viper knows. They all do. Ayita was broken after Bear went missing and he was declared dead. She vowed to find out exactly what had happened to him. I think she lived for that even more than I did. Together with the club, we did everything to find his body. The closest we came was a surveillance video from the garage where the blood was located. It showed an unconscious Bear lying in a pool of blood. Two men—faces away from the camera—picked him up and spoke about disposing of the body where no one would find it. I didn’t recognize the voices, but one guy had long hair a lot like mine. He also had my fucking cut on—a cut I hadn’t worn in way too long because I was hiding who I truly was. The footage was grainy, filmed at night, and not of the best quality. Everything was in weird hues of gray and black. It was all they needed to convict me. Ayita tried to get me out. She even told the cops that we were together, hiding an affair, but the meeting that night with the zoning committee proved I was there and left about twenty minutes before Bear showed up on film arriving at the garage. Ayita blamed herself. She told me she talked Bear into not rescheduling the meeting because Olivia had mentioned moving it up because everyone was anxious to get it done. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Olivia moved it up to kill my brother and frame me. She was helping her brother. Maybe she didn’t do it willingly, but she still did it, and I will never forgive her. She went into hiding that night, which is just as well. If I had found her right after discovering my brother was gone, I would have killed her. Now, I’m just going to make her suffer more pain than she ever imagined having in her lifetime.