“I came home.” I narrow my eyes on her stupid pretty face and point between the two of them while backing out the room. “Good luck with whatever the hell this is,” I grunt. “And, Di, I know you kept my letter. If you still have it, I suggest it finds its way to the rightful owner.”
Her skin loses its color, her palm rubbing over her stomach. “Understood,” she murmurs with a clenched jaw.
“You going to keep your mouth shut with the Prez?” Halo asks, looking like a naughty schoolboy caught by the teacher threatening to call his parents. This isn’t my mess or my place to be telling people shit. “I got up for a drink. I got a drink.” I hold my hands up and disappear back to bed. When I get into the room, the bed is empty. My pulse jumps when Alec’s naked body cloaks mine from behind. His hand grabs my messy ponytail, tugging my head backward, his lips chasing the pulse in my neck with kisses. “Where did you go?”
“Drink,” I pant. He pushes me against the wall, keeping a firm grip on my ponytail as the other hand wraps around my throat. Tipping my head back further, he steals my lips in a kiss. My pussy floods with arousal, my nipples tenting the fabric of his shirt.
“You taste of fresh oranges on a hot summer day.”
“You taste of me,” I whimper, my legs wanting to buckle.
Dropping his hand from my throat to my panties, he tugs and pulls until they rip from my body, scattering to my ankles, his foot kicking my legs apart. A strong forearm clutches me around the waist, jerking my hips back. “Wanna fuck you, Drew.”
“Then fucking do it,” I almost beg. His chuckle vibrates through me, and then he’s fucking me, relentless, unforgiving, fucking delicious.
Twenty-Five
Alec
When I walk out into the bar, Gracie and Jackie are huddled together, watching something on the news. “What’s going on?”
“Another woman was killed. They’re saying it’s a serial killer.” Jackie dips her head, her stupid fake hair wobbling around on her skull.
Rage signals for me to follow him into the other room and slaps down a folder on the table. I flick the cover open, a grimace overcoming me at the pictures of butchered women, including Drew’s aunt, stacked inside. “Copper said you asked for any and all information on these killings,” he rumbles.
“Some fucker thinks he can run around our city and sneak into women’s houses, raping, killing,” I growl. “I want this fucker’s head on a platter.”
“They don’t have any suspects. If anything, they’re looking our way,” Rage seethes.
“They should fucking know this isn’t our style.”
“Look through the files. In some fucked up way, all those women can be traced to us.”
My teeth clash. “What the fuck?”
“It’s reaching, but it is there, Prez.”
Jameson raps his knuckles on the door, opening it and joining us. “Looks like a storm is approaching. We’re going to have to postpone Bruiser’s party this weekend.” He grimaces.
“It’s fine. Get everyone prepped for the worst situation.”
He looks between Rage and me, frowning. “Everything okay?”
“Not sure. I’ll let you know if it isn’t.” I snatch up the folder and find my woman. She’s not leaving my sight.
Drew’s laughing with Joe when I find her back behind the bar keeping everyone fucking happy. Our eyes clash, and a knowing smile lifts her lips. “Hey,” she mouths. I join Joe, slipping onto a stool, watching Drew pour a drink. “Another murder.” She scrunches her nose.
“I’m looking into it,” I assure her.
Mason waltzes in, throwing himself on the stool next to mine. “You good?” I lift a questioning brow.
“Heidi’s driving me fucking crazy. No pussy is worth the nagging.” He exhales, holding a thumb up in thanks when Drew places a beer in front of him.
“She’s pregnant. Kind of gets her a pass for bitchtude,” Joe tells him.
“Dunno how the fuck she’s pregnant. She avoids my cock like the plague.” Drew splutters, choking on her mouthful of water. I jump up, leaning over to pat her back.
“Babe, drink much? What the hell?”
“I’m sorry.” She coughs, rubbing her chest.
“Why did you let me marry her? She drives me fucking crazy,” Mason groans, swiping a hand through his hair.
“If you remember correctly, I told you not to marry her when she tried to crawl in my bed the night before your wedding.” Alec snorts.
She fucking what?
“She’s always had a thing for you. I’d gotten used to that shit.”
“Mas, you wanted her because she had a pretty face and nice ass. You needed to prove to yourself you could have that, but when it comes down to it, that’s all she is—and that gets old quick. Fucking divorce her instead of wasting another five years in misery,” I tell him.
“She’s pregnant.”
“So? If it’s yours, raise it. You don’t need to be in an unhappy marriage to raise a kid. It’s not healthy.”