“No, you won’t,” I bite out, sitting back down with my bottle of tequila. “Because I would end your life before you even got the chance to raise your gun.” Joey and I are close in age. Keir being the eldest, and I respect him for who he is and what he does. But that doesn’t mean I’ll take shit from his brother. We all grew up together, and at one time, Joey and I may have been considered close.
But time changes people.
Life changes people.
I’ve discovered I like the darker side of life.
I could have been crucified for my likes and dislikes. But Keir lets me go, knowing that, in the end, I am loyal to him.
He may be the king of the underworld, but I’m the king of these city streets.
“You finished measuring cocks now? Tell me where she is,” Joey pushes again. “This isn’t me asking, and you know it. Sailor is expecting her tomorrow, and I need to give her the info on where to go.”
Sailor is a sweet woman with a vicious mouth who can hold her own against Keir. I’ve never seen him put in his place the way she can do it.
“I’ll bring her to you.”
“Soon,” Joey warns.
I wave him off and he shakes his head as he leaves.
Damn! I guess it’s time to go free my little sugar.
Her eyes are closed when I enter. I step up to the side of the bed and see her jeans are covered in piss. Well, forgot about that now, didn’t I.
“I know you’re awake,” I state, looking her over.
Reaching for her cheek, I stroke it gently. Her skin feels soft to the touch and bare of makeup. Just as I fix my gaze on her lips, she turns quickly and bites my hand until I feel her break the skin.
I go to pull it free, but she clamps down harder, holding on to it as much as she can without breaking her mouthful. I move, not even caring that she could possibly chew my finger off, and climb on top of her, pressing my body down onto hers until she can feel my cock at her entrance through our clothes.
She spits my finger out of her mouth and pins me with a glare that makes my cock twitch.
“You are fucking demented, you know that, right? No normal person would get off on that.” I apply more pressure, and she eyes me. “Get the fuck off me.”
“If you ask nicely,” I reply.
“Get off of me, you sick fuck.”
After those sweet words, I do as she says.
“Was that so hard?” I undo the first strap and let go of her wrist, then undo the other. She pulls both wrists down and rubs them before she sits up and looks around, her eyes going to the door, then coming back to me. “You could run, but I’d catch you.”
“I’m not your mouse. You can’t keep me locked up.”
I step closer to her and breathe her in. She stinks, but I can still smell…her. And that aroma is intoxicating. Amazing. Phenomenal. I wonder if I killed her if she would keep her scent. If she pisses me off enough, we may just have to find out.
“Did your mother not hug you enough as a child?” she asks, standing on shaky legs.
“She hugged me all the time. I’m a momma’s boy.”
Chanel moves toward the door, and I make a clicking sound with my tongue from the other side of the bed. I stay still as she makes her way around the bed to me and we’re eye-to-eye.
“You have issues. You are aware of that, right?” she asks.
“I consider it more…advancement. I don’t just take anyone into my home.” I pick up a stray piece of hair and push it behind her ear.
“This isn’t your home.”
“No, but I own it.” Her mouth opens in surprise, her eyes flicking to Chase, who’s still lying on the floor, and then back to me.
I wonder how long she stared at him. Minutes? Hours?
“A man like you should be locked up and the key thrown away.”
“I don’t disagree, but they would have to kill me first, because they sure as shit will never take me alive.”
“Lucas…” She leans in, and I lean into her as well, until I feel her breath tickle my ear, “… eat dick and die, asshole.” Then I feel it! Jesus Christ, she knees me in the balls, hard, followed by a kick in the face. When I drop, she knocks me back and reaches for the car keys in my pocket as I cup myself and then she runs out the door.
The sneaky little bitch.
10
Chanel
I run, and it’s probably the stupidest thing I have ever done, but I run anyway. He knows where I live, so he can find me, but I needed to get out of that place where he kept me all night. I have to be home where I plan to barricade the door and never leave the damn shower. How dare he leave me like that? In a dank, dark room with the smell of a rotting dead body and my own piss. Lucas is a goddamn animal.