Dipping my chin, I pull my knife from Martel’s body and drop it to the ground. I hear it bounce before I lift my hand and run my bloody fingers through my wet hair.
“Go and wash off, crawl in bed with your woman and sleep,” Snake suggests.
“What about him?” I ask, dipping my chin to the man who is puking down his shirt.
I wrinkle my nose at the sight of the pathetic piece of shit. They’re all pathetic, all of them, and I have the desire to do the same shit to Caron for being part of the group even though he’s removed himself. Even though he aligned with us. He’s still fucking guilty.
“Caron is going to kill his associate,” Snake announces just as the door opens.
Houston has Caron by the arm, and his pulling him into the room. His eyes are wide as he stares at Martel’s mutilated body, then he looks to me and his face pales.
“Good.” I nod.
Without staying, unable to watch anymore, I need to process, and Snake is right, I need my woman for that.
I walk out of the warehouse and into the back of the clubhouse, bypassing the bar altogether. None of the kids need to see me like this, though I doubt any of them are still awake.
LEA
Not that I was asleep, because I wasn’t. But I sit up as soon as I hear a noise. My eyes are already adjusted to the dark as I watch Baby walk into the room. He closes the door quietly behind him and I hold my breath as he makes his way straight toward the bathroom.
He flips the light on and that’s when I gasp. He turns to me and my mouth parts in surprise. He’s covered in blood from head to toe. I can only see his light blue eyes on his face, the rest is dark with red stained blood.
“Mitchell,” I whisper.
“He’s gone,” he growls.
Sliding off of the bed, I walk toward him. I’m completely naked, clean of the man’s blood that covered me earlier. Unable to stop myself, I walk directly to him, pressing my body against his wet bloodstained one.
“You shouldn’t be touching me with all of this covering my body,” he grunts, but his hands wrap around my hips and he pulls me closer to him instead of pushing me away.
“Fuck me like this, Mitchell. Fuck me in his blood. He’s gone and he thought he could hurt me. Fuck him over one last time,” I breathe.
“Christ,” he hisses. “You couldn’t be made for me anymore perfectly,” he rasps, dipping his chin.
He reaches down, wrapping his hands around my thighs and picks me up. Without a second thought, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders and he walks us into the bathroom.
Baby’s lips touch mine as he starts the water of the shower. He kisses me deep, heavy and long. My entire body on edge in just seconds. Lowering me into the warmth of the shower, I watch as he strips out of his blood-soaked clothes before he steps inside with me.
Without a word, he picks me up again, pressing my back against the wall. He fucks me as the water washes the blood away. It isn’t fast, but each stroke is long and hard, reminding me of who I belong to.
Reminding me that we are alive, that I am safe.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
LEA
Stretching in bed, I whimper at the feeling of the sore muscles over my entire body, especially my pussy. Rolling over, I expect to collide with Baby’s warm body, but instead I’m met with only cold sheets.
Slowly, my eyes open and I let out a sigh when I see the rumpled sheets next to me, the empty rumpled sheets.
Sitting up, I stretch my arms above my head, moaning again at the soreness that seems to cover me from head to toe, maybe even my hair is sore, I’m not sure because everything hurts.
Climbing out of the bed, I make my way to the bathroom. I glance at the floor, silently hoping that the blood-soaked clothes are gone and I let out a sigh of relief to see that they are.
Deciding to shower quickly so that I can go in search of Baby, I go through the motions of cleaning my body as fast as I can. I dry off even quicker and grab some clean clothes.
Tugging my panties up, I pull a black tank top over my head, sans bra, then shimmy into a pair of stretchy jeans and slide my feet into sandals. Pulling my dreads back into a low ponytail, I tie them as I walk out of the bedroom door and head toward the bar.
I pause when I see that the bar is almost completely empty. There are no more women and children milling around. There are a couple of prospects and I spot three whores lounging on a sofa together. Other than that, the entire room is empty. It feels almost, wrong.
A prospect walks by me and I reach out, grabbing ahold of his forearm to keep him from passing me. He stops, turning his head slightly. When his eyes land on me, they widen and he takes a step back.
It’s a strange reaction, but I don’t know him, so maybe he’s just scared. I’m not sure. I don’t really care, either. I have one mission and one only at this point.
“Where’s Coda?” I ask.
He dips his chin, then looks back to the bedrooms. “Still in the guest room,” he admits after swallowing a lump in his throat.
“Baby?” I ask.
He lifts his eye brows, inhaling a deep breath before letting it out. “Church, then a meet. Don’t know with who, don’t know when, don’t know a damn fuckin’ thing,” he rambles.
Frowning, I wonder what has him so rattled, but I decide to ignore him. Releasing his arm, I turn around and head back to the hallway and toward the guest room. I wrap my fingers around the doorknob, turning it, but decide not to push it open.
I don’t want to walk in on him naked or something. Baby would lose his fucking mind if I did that. Lifting my other hand, I knock on the door in three quick successions.
“Come in,” a female voice calls out.
Turning the knob, I push it open. It’s Camille. She’s still sitting at Coda’s bedside and I bite the inside of my cheek at the sight. They look cute together. He’s awake, his back against the headboard, propped up by pillows. His chest is bare and the sheets are pulled up to his waist.
“Hey.” I smile.
He grins, it’s the same happy smile I saw just last night when we played double solitaire. “Hey, Lea,” he says. “You meet Camille?”
My gaze shifts to the petite, but beautiful, Camille. Dipping my chin, I turn back to him and tell him that I did meet her last night. Something shadowy crosses his features, but it’s quickly gone.
“I just wanted to check on you, make sure everything is okay,” I offer, sinking down in the chair against the wall.
He nods once, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his hair. I watch Camille, the way her eyes follow his arm, pausing on his flexing bicep and I have to bite the inside of my cheek, to keep from smiling a little too wide at the sight. She likes him, at the very least she’s attracted to him.
“I’m good, babe. Fat headed and a bit foggy, but I’ll be okay. I just feel like shit that I didn’t do my fucking job,” he grumbles.
I let out a sigh. “That man should have never been able to get back here, let alone in that room. You tried, Coda and he didn’t hurt me, not in the slightest. I’m just glad you’re okay,” I smile.
He chuckles, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Still bullshit.”
There’s a loud knock on the door that interrupts us and causes me to jump. Reaching for the handle, I turn it and tug the door open, surprised to see Baby standing on the other side.
“I thought you were off to a meet?” I ask, frowning up at him.
His lips twitch, but he shakes his head once. “Prospect came to me, practically pissing his pants, said you were lookin’ for me.” He shrugs.
“Why would he be scared?” I ask, my brows knitting together.
Baby shrugs. Slowly, I rise to my feet and stand in front of him, my chest pressed against his. He dips his chin, his lips smirking down at me.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I open my mouth, but nothing comes out because instead of me being able to say a word, he lowers his h
ead and presses his lips to mine.
“Don’t worry about it, Lea,” he murmurs against my mouth.
Coda clears his throat behind me. Baby lifts his head, looking at him from over my shoulder. “How you doin’, Coda?” he asks.
“Be better if I didn’t have to watch you molest my friend right there in front of me.”
Baby snorts. “You’ll get the fuck over it,” he chuckles. “How you doin’, Camille?” he asks.
I frown, turning around, wondering how in the hell he knows Camille by name. I have no doubt that Baby was there to help her, but to know her by name, that is surprising. She flicks her gaze up to his and gives him a shy smile, her face turning pink.
My entire body goes on alert at the look she’s giving him. Hero worship. I know it well. I wore that look for years, hell, I probably still do when I look at him.
“I’m okay, Baby,” she whispers, her gaze lowering as her cheeks tint pink.
Baby’s hand slides around the front of my waist, his palm pressing against my belly as his lips touch the side of my neck.
“Good,” he grunts. “We’ll see you later. Coda, you need to be in church in an hour, can you make it?”
“I’ll be there,” Coda nods, his mouth turned down in a deep frown.
Without another word, Baby drops his hand from my stomach and wraps his fingers around my hand, tugging me behind him.
“Your mom and Skinner want to see you,” he rumbles as soon as we’re in the hallway and the door to Coda’s room is closed behind us.
“What did you have with that Camille girl?” I demand, ignoring his words about my mom and Skinner.
Baby’s eyes widen then I watch as his lips turn up into a grin. “Are you jealous?” he asks, avoiding my question.
“Answer me,” I demand.
He takes a step toward me, but I take one backward in retreat. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work out too well, because on my third step backward, I slam into the wall behind me.
Baby continues to stalk me, a smile still firmly planted on his lips and I suck in a breath when his chest brushes mine, causing my nipples to harden as soon as I feel his warmth.
One of his hands wraps around my hip, the other slaps the wall next to my head and I hold my breath when his head dips and his lips are just a millimeter away from my own.
He hums, his lips brushing mine just for a second before he pulls back slightly. “Answer me, Tiny. You jealous of that little girl in there?” he rasps.
“Jealous?” I ask, trying to buy some time.
He grunts, inhaling deeply which causes his chest to puff up and rub against my nipples, again. They ache, I need him to touch them, to play, to suck, to lick, to tug.
I just plain need him.
I don’t know how, my entire body hurts, I shouldn’t want him again, but I do—right this second.
BABY
Lea is panting. I watch as she licks her lips and all I want to do is strip her out of her clothes and fuck her right here in this hallway until she’s screaming my name. I want her voice to bounce off of these walls, I want the world to know who her man is.
“Curious,” she lies.
I shake my head, making a noise in the back of my throat. “Helped her out yesterday, nothing more, nothing less. Though I should make your ass wonder just for acting jealous when you have zero reason to be,” I point out.
“No reason to be?” she mocks.
Sliding my hand from next to her head at the wall, I wrap my fingers around her shoulder and apply pressure down. I don’t have to voice my desires. I don’t even have to do anything else. She sinks to her knees in front of me because she was fucking made for me and me alone.
“Nope. You’re the only one I want, open up, Lea,” I murmur tapping the side of her cheek with my finger.
Narrowing her eyes on me, she does exactly as I’ve asked. She opens her mouth, parting her lips wide and I suppress a groan as she sticks her tongue out slightly. Reaching for my jeans, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, and tug the zipper down.
My cock springs free, hard and waiting with anticipation of sinking down her hot wet throat. Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I run the head along her lips, watching as her pupils dilate.
“Fuck, you’re going to suck me dry, aren’t you, Tiny?” I ask.
She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes widen and she makes a soft purring noise in the back of her throat. Slowly, I sink down her throat, not too far, just enough to wet the tip and part of my shaft.
Pulling back out, I sink down again, going a bit farther. Each time I pull out, then sink down a little more, watching as she takes me without protest.
Her mouth is stretched impossibly wide, the corners probably aching, but fuck, she’s never looked so pretty as she does with her mouth full of my cock. Only thing prettier is her pussy full of it, leaking with my cum.
Keeping my eyes focused on hers, I continue to fuck her mouth, in the goddamn hallway where anyone could and probably will walk by. If she cares, if she’s embarrassed, she doesn’t act it.
My balls tingle with the signal that I’m close, instead of emptying down her throat, I pull out of her and attempt to catch my breath, my eyes still focused on hers.
“Pants off,” I demand.
She licks her lips, using her fingers to wipe the saliva from her face. I watch as she shimmies her jeans and panties down her legs, leaving her bottom half completely bare for me. Wrapping my hands around her ass, I pick her up, pressing her back against the wall as my wet cock slides through her center.
“Soaked. Fuck, Lea, had I known sucking my dick got you so wet, you’d have been doin’ it the entire time.” I grin, my mouth against hers.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she demands, breathlessly.
Without a word, I surge deep inside of her in one move. Her body stretches to accommodate me easily, she’s so wet and ready for me, always so goddamn ready.
“Never be jealous, Lea,” I whisper, my lips brushing her cheek before I bury my face in her neck. “Never fucking be jealous. No other woman could ever best you, Tiny. There’s only you for me, and me for you.”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulder as she holds onto me, my hips thrusting, pumping in and out of her so that she’s steady against the wall, my body’s force keeping her there. Rolling my hips, I grind my pelvis against her hips on every single down stroke.
“I’m so close,” she breathes, her voice a husky rasp against my ear.
“Fuck yeah you are, Tiny. Come all over my cock.”
Her pussy flutters, I feel her body climbing higher, her cunt pulsing around me, milking me and I know she’s seconds away from coming undone around me.
Continuing to pound into her sweet pussy, I sink my teeth into her neck, sucking on her skin as she starts to completely break apart around me.
When she comes, it’s with a cry that I know without a doubt people in the bar can hear. I don’t stop, I continue to fuck her through her climax, drawing it out, until I finally can’t hold on another second.
Burying myself inside of her to the root, I lift my head, my eyes focus on hers and I cum deep inside of her sweet body.
“Fuck,” I breathe as my cock twitches.
“Mitchell,” she sighs, her face sweaty, her eyes bright, wide.
She’s never looked more beautiful, and fuck, I know the next time I’m buried inside of her she’ll look even more so. Every time with her she tops the time before, in skill, feel, and beauty.
Fucking shit.
I’m so goddamn gone for this woman.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
BABY
Once we’re cleaned up, I guide Lea downstairs to the bar. We need to go to her mom and Skinner’s but not before I have to go to my second church meeting of the fucking day. Meetings are not my thing, I hate them. I hate being cooped up in that room, feeling stuck and unable to leave.
“Get a water or something. I have church, then we’ll go. Your mom’s making dinne
r,” I mutter.
“Mitchell?” she calls.
I freeze, loving the way she uses my real name. I haven’t heard it in years, not since I still lived at home with my own family. I’ve been Baby since I was eighteen years old. Hearing her say Mitchell, it just feels right.
“Yeah, Tiny?” I ask, arching a brow as I wait for her to speak.
“Where do you live?”
My entire body stops as ice floods my veins. I had pushed it in the back of my head. It wasn’t my house anyway. It was owned by Phillippe Martel and never did I think of it as mine. However, Chardonnay’s shit is in there, and so is everything that I own.
“In town. We’ll find our own place though, babe. There’s no way in fuck we’ll live there,” I bark.
She nods, unfazed by my irritation. Turning away from her, I walk toward the rest of my brothers. They’re waiting to get started.
Today we’re going to vote Coda in as a brother. He tried to protect my woman more than once. Put himself between her and the enemy. His spot in the brotherhood is secure.
Closing the door to the room where we hold church, I let out a sigh. It’s over. At least for now. Nothing is ever truly over and done with when it comes to this life, but at least this latest drama is done—for now.
Skinner steps in front of me, his eyes narrowing slightly. He’s essentially given me his permission to stay with Lea, but he’s still not fucking happy about me taking his choice in the matter away.
“You comin’ by the house tonight?” he asks.
I nod once. “Told you I would. I will. Lea’s ready and waiting out in the bar, as soon as we’re done here, we’ll head on over. I’m sure she wants her shit from Alberta.”
When I grabbed Lea and brought her home, Skinner sent a couple guys to pack up and empty her apartment and notify her landlord and boss at the strip club. Her life there is now over and we all wanted to make sure there was no going back for her.
Skinner grunts then turns away from me just as the door opens and Coda walks through. For someone who looked half fucking dead a day ago, he appears to be completely back to normal.
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