Tango walked in, dropping a couple of bags on the ground, and nodded at Jekyll. “Where are we puttin’ the bags?”
“I’ll take ’em down to our place later.”
Tango gave him a chin lift, glanced at Bellamy, then walked away. It wasn’t lost on me that Bellamy’s eyes lingered a little longer on the big man’s back before focusing on Indigo again.
Wrath grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Come with me.”
I followed him upstairs and the second we were in his room, he wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my hair, and kicking the door closed.
“Whoa, this was a rough one, huh?” I asked, weaving my hands into his hair.
“The little shit brought a murder kit,” he rasped. “Bellamy has no idea how close she came to being tortured, then….”
I shivered. “Where is he?”
“Dizzy’s got him.”
I leaned back to meet Wrath’s eyes. “Shit, really?”
Dizzy was a little off the rails. As in, he loved the sight of blood and the sound of breaking bones. Especially when he was the one delivering them to people who hurt women or kids. If he had Luigi, then Luigi was about to be in a world of hurt.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
“Need a distraction?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Food or fuck?”
He grinned. “Yeah.”
I chuckled. “Fuck first, then food?”
His hands were already inside my panties. “Hell, yeah.”
Wrath
I’d just buriedmy face in Sierra’s pussy when some asshole started banging on the door.
“Ignore them and they’ll go away,” Sierra panted out, gripping my scalp.
“Wrath!” Healy bellowed, banging again.
“Goddamn it,” I hissed. “Let me get rid of him.”
“Hurry,” Sierra begged.
I dragged my jeans on over my raging hard-on and stormed to the door, cracking it slightly. “What the fuck, man?”
“You gotta come, Wrath,” Healy begged, dragginghis hands through his hair. “Tango’s gone crazy.”
“What do you mean, he’s gone crazy.”
“Like, gonna kill a man, crazy.”
“Give me a second.” I closed the door and made my way to the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Sierra asked, sitting up.