Burn: Outlaw Romance (Hotter Than Hell Book 3)

by Holly S. Roberts

  Crier slowly turns back to her. “You seen your dad in the past few days?”

  I’ll personally take care of the bitch Pauline if I make it out of this. She fucking ratted everything, the sorry bitch.

  “Daddy wasn’t too keen on having a Latina baby girl and high-tailed it out when I hooked with my man there.” She looks at me and her eyes go steamy. Hell, I’m falling for her theatrics and I know it’s all bullshit.

  “Where did he go?” Crier demands in a louder voice. This obviously wasn’t what he expected.

  “Took off and said fuck the club. I’ve been cooking and providing extra services for my man. We want a whole passel of little bald babies with dark skin. These boys have decided to get with the times and integrate. I’ve invited a few of my chicas from back home. The boys here will pay us to cook and clean. Fucking’s optional, which is a pretty good deal for the likes of us.”

  I’ve never heard her lay on the Spanish accent so thick or the dumb Latina routine. I lean my head back against the wall and look up at the ceiling while she continues talking.

  “Dax, my man, is turning this club around. No drugs and no breaking the law. Daddy dearest didn’t like that he was outvoted. This here is a democratic club now. The ladies you have in cuffs are clean for the first time in years. You can just think of this place as rehab for druggies and reformed bigots.”

  The look on Crier’s face is priceless. Sofia is so enthusiastic it’s hard not to believe her. Rufus snickers softly beside me and Crier turns to us. His light brown eyes are darker now and I’m guessing he isn’t happy.

  “She’s right. Club’s turning over a new leaf. We’re all about diversity now,” I add with as much sugar in my voice as I can manage.

  Crier shakes his head and walks away stopping at another guy dressed in riot gear. The two of them speak quietly. It sucks that I can’t hear what they’re saying. Additional deputies enter and under Crier and his buddy’s direction begin tearing the place apart.

  “I hope you wiped your boots off. I mopped those floors yesterday,” Sofia taunts.

  I just shake my head, sit back, and enjoy the show. I watch Crier and his bud’s frustration climb the longer the guys search without finding anything. They carry my laptop out, which is clean, but it will be in their hands for months. I need it to work on plans for the convenience store, so I’m not happy. Crier walks back over an hour later.

  His pleasant expression is back. “You mind if we search your car parked in the back?” he asks Sofia.

  “You got a warrant?” she quips.

  “No,” he crouches down to her level. “We didn’t see the car before we got the warrant signed.”

  She smiles and bats her pretty brown eyes. “Too fucking bad. No, you can’t search my car. I keep my extra sex toys in the trunk and I don’t want your dirty hands on them. They cost a lot of money and I’ve been collecting those babies for years. If my old man’s away,” she nods toward me, “I need something to help flick the bean. I’m a girl with high needs.”

  Crier doesn’t bother responding to her jibes; he just stands and walks away. I can no longer contain my grin. An hour later, we’re uncuffed and Crier hands me a receipt for what they confiscated along with the copy of the warrant. I had a clean, throwaway phone that I intentionally left for them to find. He’s unhappy but does his best not to show it.

  “You really trying to clean this club up?” he asks me.

  “It’s done,” I tell him.

  He gives me a chin lift and leaves. We stand at the window and watch the ten plus cars clear out. When the dust settles, I turn to Sofia, pick her up, and twirl her around.

  She laughs until I stop and pull her in for a deep kiss.

  Sofia

  THE COPS DESTROYED THE place. It takes us more than an hour to get everything back in order. Brothers start showing up and Rufus runs his mouth repeatedly. I’m a pretty hot topic right now. I guess my job was to play the nice, quiet Latina while the white man fucked me over. They don’t know me well because I’ll never be intimidated by those assholes. I haven’t done anything and the secrets I hold are between me and God.

  I was pissed off about Dagger’s wrist and that they handcuffed him. He doesn’t wear the brace to bed, but I’ve seen him massaging it since the cuffs came off. He hasn’t put the brace back on and the last thing I’ll do is whine at him for it.

  Some of the guys who weren’t too fond of keeping me around are now giving me chin lifts. I’ve concluded that men have an entire chin language that females are ignorant of. I give my own lift back, but it just doesn’t work for me like it does for them.

  The cops even attacked the refrigerator. At least they threw everything back inside so it didn’t spoil. Dagger enters the kitchen just as I’m rearranging the last items. His hands go to my hips and he pulls my ass against his hard dick. I wiggle for his benefit. I’m still pissed off about what those assholes did to the clubhouse. It isn’t much, but I’ve worked my butt off cleaning this place and they didn’t give a shit.

  “Brothers want to barbeque tonight,” he whispers in my ear and then proceeds to bite my earlobe.

  I’m getting past my anger real quick and my heart rate picks up. I wiggle my ass again and Dagger’s hands skim along my waist until he cups both breasts. “Fuck, Sofia, you fucking handled the cops and turned me the fuck on while doing it. I’ve never had a hard-on during a search warrant.”

  I raise my arms and circle his neck while leaning my head back against his shoulder. He looks down at me and scratches his unshaven chin against my neck and cheek. “We’re letting the cold out of the refrigerator,” I say huskily.

  He moves us away from the door and shuts it before turning me around. His hands are back at my hips and he lifts me to the kitchen counter. Hell, his eyes burn. I’m sure mine are the same way. He stands between my thighs, runs one hand through my hair, and brings a section to his nose. He inhales and closes his eyes. It’s so damn sexy. His head has tufts of hair now that’s just becoming noticeable. I rub one hand across the bristly texture.

  “I’m letting it grow,” he says.

  “I like,” I murmur back.

  “What else do you like?” he asks while nuzzling my neck. “Flicking the bean I think is what you called it. You want me flicking your bean?”

  I laugh. “That’s exactly what I want.”

  I groan when Dagger releases me and steps back. He pulls my shorts and panties off with a little assistance from me as I lift my ass at the appropriate time.

  “Tongue or cock?” he asks with a sensual smile that leaves my pussy dripping. What a choice.

  “Tongue tonight, cock now.” I unbuckle his belt and help him push his jeans over his hips. He lifts me from the counter and slides me over his cock. I circle his neck with my hands and his hips with my legs. He bites my shoulder where the skimpy tank reveals skin.

  “In the kitchen?”

  I glance up and see Vampire standing in the doorway.

  “Get the fuck out,” Dagger groans.

  “Ya don’t need to tell me again, brother. Your white ass lights up the entire room. I’ll keep the brothers out so you can enjoy your taco in private.”

  “Oh, God.” I bury my face in Dagger’s shoulder.

  “I’ll kick his ass when we’re done.”

  “Why?” I ask on a sigh as Dagger thrusts his cock deep.

  “For referring to you as a taco,” he says quietly.

  Our strained breathing fills the room as he continues sliding in and out. “He’s referring to my pussy. Heard it before. I’ll kick his ass myself when it’s needed.”

  Dagger groans loudly. “You done talking?”

  “Fuck me harder and I’ll shut up.” I rub my breasts against his chest wishing we were skin to skin.

  “It’s the best taco I’ve ever had,” he whispers and it’s the last understandable words spoken.

  Dagger holds church to talk about the warrant. It’s beginning to get to me that I don’t know what�
��s being said in that damn room. Red assures me we find out sooner or later. She’s helping me prepare for the barbeque.

  “The ladies are coming tonight,” I tell her.

  She stops slicing tomatoes knowing exactly what I’m saying. “It’ll get pretty rowdy if they’re here and some of the guys bring old ladies.”

  “So?” I say.

  “The guys fuck the whores when the old ladies aren’t around. The two groups don’t mix.”

  I stop shredding lettuce and give my full attention to Red. “The guys with old ladies fuck the whores?” I ask baffled.

  “When the old ladies aren’t around, which with Fox was most of the time.”

  “That’s fucked up. Those bald twats screw around on their old ladies?”

  “It’s the way it is, Sofia.”

  “Not anymore. You let the ladies know if they put their hands on my man, I’ll break their fingers. Unattached men only or their puta asses will feel my boot.”

  Red’s laugh is long and loud. “You better discuss this with Dagger. The brothers won’t be happy.”

  “If the brothers are fucking around on their old ladies, they shouldn’t be fucking happy. I won’t hold with that shit and I’d hate to cut someone’s balls off.”

  Her laughter gets louder. I don’t find it funny at all.

  Everyone shows up to grill. Rufus and some of the other guys carried tables and chairs outside. They strung up a giant canopy, but the sun still hits most of the tables.

  “They won’t start cooking until the sun is setting,” Charlie tells me. She’s in high spirits and not upset at all that the police served a search warrant on her house this morning. “Keeps us on our toes,” is all she says about it.

  AJ’s old lady, Samantha, has a bun in the oven and she doesn’t handle the heat too well. She’s just starting to show, which is cute. AJ is one of the men who never really looked at me with respect until today. He dotes on his wife and gives the evil eye to the guys who get out of hand with the jokes. She’s blonde and beautiful in a white trash kind of way. Her breasts overflow her top and I’m not sure if it’s the pending kid or if she’s naturally gifted. We’ll see how firm those titties are after she gives birth and has a baby sucking on them.

  She’s shy and doesn’t say a lot to me. I don’t get the vibe that it’s a white versus Latina thing. Her fair skin shows a constant blush even without the rowdy talk. Loki, one of the brothers, keeps his arms around Tramp. She’s one of the women coming off drugs. She doesn’t seem to mind Loki hanging on her, but I plan to watch the two of them. These women no longer need to whore for drugs. They have a choice. Dagger will have blue balls if he says anything differently. Red is happy and hangs on Curly. He grabs her boobs and plants her on his lap every chance he gets.

  It’s hotter than hell and I escape inside every ten minutes to cool down. The guys hooked up the air conditioner for the front room earlier, so it’s semi-cool inside. I stand in front of the vents until I’m cooler. Then it’s off to the kitchen to carry out more food.

  I turn from the counter when I hear the kitchen door open. Bear walks in and places his hands up when I give him a what the hell look. I don’t entirely trust him even though his attitude has improved greatly. “Thought I’d help you carry some of this out if you want my help.”

  “You got something to say?” I ask because I don’t believe him.

  “Yeah,” he answers while giving me a hard stare. “You saved our ass. Yeah, you can cook and clean, but that didn’t mean we could trust you. Now we can. You need help, I’m your man.”

  “I have a man,” I tell him completely misunderstanding.

  He grins. “You’re one of us. Not a brother but still one of us. We have your back.”

  I’m no good with this shit. “You’ve made your point. Yes, I need help if your wimpy arms can handle it.”

  “You’re gonna give Dagger a run for his money. You’ll make a strong old lady for our prez. We need that. Your man has some good ideas and it’s more than most of us have ever had.”

  This is getting soppy and I can’t even look at him. I carry my tray out and he follows with another one. Do I want to be an old lady? Is it something you need to be asked, like marriage? I don’t understand these rules. AJ and Samantha are married. Skull and Charlie are married. I don’t know about the rest. Well… Red isn’t married to Curly, so that makes me feel better. Fucking a guy and marriage are two different things. Whereas, I was warm a few minutes ago, I feel clammy now. I’m not a settle-down type of woman. I don’t think anyone would stop me if I decide to leave now. I want a little more time with Dagger before I move on. It feels nice that I’m no longer held here. It gives me the freedom to enjoy this time while fucking Dagger’s brains out. My goal is to make sure he never forgets my Latina ass. I disregard the ache in my chest when I think about leaving. Buck up chica, I tell myself.

  On one of my next trips inside, Samantha is in the kitchen. “You have my permission to cut off AJ’s balls if he’s with one of the whores,” she says straight up. She isn’t nearly as shy as I gave her credit for, and I guess Red’s been blabbing her mouth.

  “You better warn him first so he knows what’s coming if he crosses the line.”

  “I can do that,” she says with a smile.

  How can I not smile back at this blonde Barbie. I wonder if she’ll wear five-inch heels when her belly’s the size of a basketball. Wouldn’t surprise me if she can. She carries a bag of ice out while I handle two. We dump them into a large tin tub that has beer, soda, and water. The sun is setting, but it isn’t any cooler.

  Dagger walks up and slings his arm across my shoulder. “You hungry?”

  He’s shirtless with sweat coursing down his chest. He’s wearing his signature bandana around his brow. How can a white guy grow on me this quickly? His arm is hot where it touches my skin.

  “Starving,” I reply.

  He laughs in his low sexy way. “I think you’re always hungry for that. I meant real food and not just snacks,” he teases.

  “Yeah, food too.”

  His lips are warm. He deepens the kiss and a few whistles go out from the guys. Dagger ignores them and takes his time. Fuck. What if he thinks I’m his old lady? I push back and twist away from him. “I have more to bring out if you’re getting the grill started.”

  He appears surprised and gives me a long look before shrugging and turning to the guys. “Who’s playing chef tonight?”

  I escape to the kitchen.

  Maybe I should leave sooner rather than later.

  Dax

  IT’S BEEN THREE WEEKS since the warrant. Sofia runs hot and cold and I have no idea what the hell her problem is. She has issues that far exceed my issues and I don’t know what to do.

  She works the club like it’s her lot in life, but I can tell she doesn’t enjoy cooking and cleaning so much. I told her a few days ago to ease off and she didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day. She wraps anger around her like a shield.

  It’s also hard to get any real privacy in this place because someone is always underfoot and the walls are paper thin. After dinner and while the guys are partying, I’m bringing her back to this room until we settle whatever the fuck is going on.

  She went all out and served lasagna with bread sticks tonight. They melt in my mouth. The guys love her for her cooking alone. She told me a few weeks ago that she worked off and on in different restaurants. She clammed up when I started prying deeper. The woman has more secrets than anyone I’ve ever known.

  “Come on,” I tell her when we’re finished eating. I take her hand and lead her behind me toward the bedroom.

  “I need to clean the kitchen. Your dick can wait until I’m finished,” she snaps.

  “I handled that. Whores are cleaning up tonight.” She hates when I call them whores, so I did it on purpose. She has a short fuse, but she’s been allowing it to die out as fast as it comes on. Even I know this isn’t like her. I want my fiery Latina back. Tonight I w
ant answers and I plan to use her quick temper against her until I know what the fuck is going on.

  We slip into the room and I close the door behind us. Her hands go to her hips. “I can clean the kitchen myself,” she challenges.

  “I’m aware of that. You can clean the club, do the laundry, shop, and cook too. Good for you. It must be that subservient Latina blood of yours.”

  Her head immediately lifts higher. “What the fuck did you just say?”

  “You heard me. Now be the good little Latina and lose the clothes and get on your back.”

  I expect her fists flying at my face but not the knee she tries to de-man me with. Luckily she connects with my thigh. “Need to work on that move, princess.” I’ve captured her right fist in my hand and I’m ready for the other one. I also pull her in close so her legs aren’t as big a threat.

  Her body goes lax, but she doesn’t fool me. “What the fuck are you doing, Dagger?” she huffs out and flicks her head so her hair goes over her shoulder.

  “I’m tired of your attitude and everything you’re doing to avoid me except when we hit the bed at night.”

  “What? You act like I’m your old lady or something.”

  Hmm. Is that what this is about? “Do you need a formal invitation to be my old lady, princess?”

  Something strange flashes in her eyes. “Fuck you, the last thing I want is to be some skinhead’s old lady.”

  And we’re back to this. “You fuck like you want it.”

  “You prick,” she screams.

  I’m surprised at the violence of the sound, and I release her. She stumbles back a foot.

  “Sofia, what the hell is up?” I ask in clear confusion. She wipes her hand at the corner of her eye. Tears? What the fuck is happening?

  “It’s time for me to move on. I have a life I want to get started now that I don’t need to spend every waking minute thinking about killing Fox. You need to let me go, Dagger.”

  She’s serious.

  “I’m not letting you go, Sofia, so put that thought right out of your fucking head,” I say in desperation and without really thinking about exactly what the words might mean to her.