My head tilted to the side as I contemplated Hannibal’s words.
“Seems the charges for illegal gun possession in Nevada carries one to five years per weapon without a conceal and carry permit. Razr is a convicted felon. Such a shame when you factor in those missing serial numbers. That’s twice the sentence plus additional fines.”
It was quiet for about three seconds.
A loud booming laugh left my chest as Hannibal grinned. “You sly fucker. How the hell did you manage it so fast?”
“Got together with Xenon after Bodie called. Cashed in a couple of favors. Only took a few minutes to get it all settled.”
Fuck. Hannibal’s connections were no joke. I’d hate to be the one that owed him a debt. He never failed to call it in. “You’re something else, brother. Thank fuck.”
Several fists pounded the table in agreement.
I ticked my head toward Xenon. He was finishing off a blunt. Bloodshot eyes met mine as he grinned. “Hacked a few security cameras and followed Razr’s dumbass to a bar off Hwy 95 called the Blacktop. Sent in our hooker friend and she did him in the bathroom stall. By the time he exited the bar, the guns were in his bags. Made sure the cameras malfunctioned and stopped recording as our guys went in and did their thing. Hit record again as he came out. He can’t even say it happened while he was in the bar. There’s no proof anyone touched his bike.”
At the mention of the Blacktop I frowned. “What’s the security like at the Blacktop?”
“Shitty and nonexistent.”
“Not anymore. I want eyes and ears on that bar. Trish works there,” I reminded them.
“And Suraya,” Bodie added. “She’s probably gonna sneak in your room while we’re talkin’.”
I didn’t care about that. If it made Trish feel safer it wasn’t a big deal.
“Anyone else?” I asked, glancing around the table.
Nobody said anything.
“I want Trish kept safe. Don’t care how it has to be done. Just fuckin’ do it.”
Heads nodded. “That means the Blacktop and the apartment she shares with Suraya. I want to know what’s happening at all times. Xenon, need your eyes and ears on both places. No surprises.”
“You got it, pres.”
Trish was still asleep in my bed when I entered. The room was dark, but she’d left the bathroom light on and the door cracked. It was kind of cute. Like a kid who needed a nightlight. I nearly smiled until I realized her fear was the result of what happened with Razr.
Stripping off my cut and clothes, I draped my leather over the back of a chair and tossed the rest in a heap on top of the cushion. My wallet, keys, smokes, and other essentials landed on my dresser as I crept over to the bed and placed my phone and gun on the nightstand within reach. I never went to bed without a weapon close. Eighteen years and I still hadn’t learned to trust enough to let down my guard.
Trish was warm and soft as I slid underneath the covers and up against her side, hoping I didn’t wake her since I had other plans. She wasn’t naked and I’d have to make it clear that she wasn’t supposed to wear clothes in my bed. I couldn’t complain though since all she had on was a lacy red thong. Moving lower on the mattress, I slowly settled between her thighs, thankful she was on her back.
My lips pressed tiny kisses up her inner thigh and I leaned in as I reached her center, inhaling her musk as I resisted the urge to growl. My Reaper wanted to burst free and I held him back. This wasn’t his moment to enjoy a fast and furious fuck. I wanted to bring her pleasure and watch her fall apart as she came.
Lifting the thong aside, I licked at her perfect little cunny, separating her folds, and teasing her clit with my tongue before sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth. My girl was waking up. A soft breathy moan left her lips as she moved her hips.
“Grim.”
My name was said like some kind of desperate prayer and I wanted nothing more than to give her all the pleasure she desired. Hooking the lacy material with my thumbs I ripped it apart and pulled her hips closer, lowering my head as I swiped upward with my tongue. My hands held her hips in place as she tried to hump my face and I thrust my tongue in and out of that sweet cavern I wanted all for my own. Pressing down on her clit, I fucked her with my tongue and rubbed circles into her nub with a couple of my fingers as she thrashed her head side to side, calling out my name.
My real name. Not Grim.
“Dex, Dex,” she moaned.
Fuck. Yes.
“Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”
She gripped the sheets as I continued my relentless assault, eating her up like a starving man in need of nourishment. My body was reacting to hers and my balls tightened, needing my own release. Two of my fingers slid inside that sweet tight cavern and she bucked upward. Sliding them in and out, I didn’t relent or slow my pace. Trish cried out as I felt her walls spasm around my fingers and then the gush of fluid on my tongue that proved she’d come just as I asked.