“Please.” The moan leaves me on a breath, but I have no idea what I’m asking for.
He does though, as his grip on my hip tightens and his drive increases. He pumps into me over and over, pushing me over the edge. “Stars,” I gasp and he growls, finding his own release as I spiral through mine as well.
“You fuckin’ blow me away, B.” He pulls free after a moment, moving to lie on his back.
“That’s not the only thing I blow.” I turn to him winking, and for the first time this week, he grins.
Day made.
Spider hands me the new phone with the number already programmed in. I’m shaky. I want to call, but then I don’t. The last conversation I had with this motherfucker made me lose my shit. I don’t want B seeing me like that or my brothers for that matter.
My gaze meets hers. She looks hopeful, and it gives me some strength. Taking a deep breath, I hit dial.
“What the fuck do you want?” is said when he answers.
Obviously, this crooked dick already knows who the hell’s calling. Bethany told me they’d stolen her phone before they took off. Spider tried searching for it, but they must’ve just used it to get my number and then turned it back off.
“You know what I want, motherfucker.”
“Ain’t happenin’, cunt, done told ya’ that.”
“That was before. But you don’t know what I know.”
“Cute, doubt it’ll help ya sort it out.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Hurry up then.”
“You said a son for a son, but what if I told you that you had a grandson? A grandson with your own blood running through his veins?”
“Oh, you’re good. Stop trying to fuck with me.”
“Swear to God, this kid was Ghost’s.”
“Ghost?” His voice comes out a bit unsure all of a sudden.
“Yep, and I happen to know who was pregnant with his baby when he was killed.”
“If you’re lying, you’ll never see your son again. This, I promise you.”
“It’s no lie. I want my kid back, and I’ll throw any motherfucker under the bus to achieve my goal.”
“Noted. You expect me to give little Maverick up just for some information? If so, you’re mistaken.”
“What if I could arrange for you to meet this kid? He looks just like your piece-of-shit son. He’s close to my son’s age, so plenty of time to become a part of his life.”
“A part of his life? Ha, if what you say is true, that kid should be here. He’d be treated like the club prince he is.”
“Well, you’d have to go through my brother, Twist. He killed your son and is raising your grandson as his own kid. He’d drill you full of holes before he let you anywhere near him. But, I could arrange it.”
“And, in return, you want your kid back?”
“I wouldn’t help you otherwise.”
“Who says I need your fucking help? You couldn’t keep your own kid safe.”
“Listen fuck face, I didn’t know he was in any sort of danger or you would’ve never been able to breathe the same fuckin’ air as him. You want to meet your grandson, you go through me, and I get my kid back. That’s the only way this works. Your grandson is so well hidden, you’d never get to him.”