I was nervous at first, questioning if it was a setup. Dani was pissed at me and she knew how to hold a grudge, so I was wary of pulling up to the clubhouse.
I felt a bit better once I found out that Bash was a Sinner and was playing the part of mobster to get information on Dante–andnottrying to fuck the girl I liked. He didn’t even give a shit that I killed his brother because according to him, Marco was an evil prick on a power trip.
“Bash will be going to Winston McKinley’s masquerade ball with Dani, and we think that would be the perfect opportunity to confront Dante. A nice public space would be best. If we could provide your father with something to prove Dante was the one who set up the hit on your brother, he would put a bullet in his skull,” Eli said.
Not if I did it first.
I shoved my fingers through my hair, tugging at the strands. “I can get to his laptop. He leaves it at Ethereal all the time. He thinks the place is locked up but I have keys to everything.”
I was exhausted, but the idea of coming together with our rivals to take down Dante sent a bolt of energy through my body. I hated him, yet Dad was beholden to him, probably because of all the awful shit they’d done together over the years. There would be no stopping Gio Moretti if we could prove Dante tried to kill Bobby. As fucked up as it was, I knew Dad’s loyalty ran deep, and he wouldn’t take my word when it came to Dante. He would need solid proof.
Dani pulled a thumb drive from her cleavage and handed it to me. “This needs to go into his laptop. I’ve been planting bugs around the house but it’s not enough. He’s too careful, and I’m pretty sure he knows I’m up to something.”
“The sooner you can do this, the better,” Eli said as he stood from the table. “You’re all free to stay as long as you’d like. I’m going to bed.”
Our meeting was adjourned and everyone else left except for Bash, so it was just the three of us in the room they used for their meetings–church,as they called it.
“Amazing how quick you are to believe complete strangers, yet you’re convinced I’m a liar,” Dani said as she tipped back another beer. She’d been downing them at a steady pace since I walked in the door.
She stood up from her chair and plopped on the couch on the side of the room. Bash followed her, sitting a little too close. I spun around and watched as he lit up a cigarette, his eyes roaming her body. The tiny dress she wore left little to the imagination.
“I don’t think you’re a liar,” I said quietly, choosing my words carefully.
“Why the change of heart?” Her finger trailed up Bash’s thigh and I gritted my teeth, clenching so hard it hurt.
“Because of Friday night at the club. Because I spent the last twenty hours sifting through security footage, looking for clues that you were telling the truth about Gemma and Noah. Seeing that my sister was the one sneaking around with him, not you.”
The comment she made at school finally registered.I hope it was worth losing a sister for some guy who doesn’t have the balls to like you in public.I spent all weekend looking for proof. And then I found it.
Gemma doesn’t know yet, but I was going to fucking kill her when I saw her next. Not really, but the rage I felt when I watched that footage and saw her kissing Noah in the hallway made me want to.
“And that’s not all of it,” I said as my eyes locked on her finger making circles on Bash’s leg. “The day of my party, Lauren confronted Noah about something. I was distracted by all the party planners around and didn’t realize it. She said something to him and he flipped his shit. She must have given him orders. Threatened him. It was an hour before he came upstairs and told me the story about you two.”
“So what are you gonna do about it?” She asked as Bash put his hand on her thigh.
I wanted to lunge at him, rip his hand off her and break it. I clenched my fists as Dani smiled, knowing I was seconds from losing my shit and committing a felony.
“I’m going to make her pay and I’m going to get you back.”
“It’s just that easy, is it?” She asked as she swallowed thickly. Her eyes were locked on me but Bash wouldn’t stop rubbing her thigh, getting close to her pussy and then retreating.
Motherfucker had a death wish.
“I’m sorry. I was a fucking idiot.”
“Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are,” she said as she bit her bottom lip. Bash chuckled, pulling his hand off her and resting his arms along the back of the couch.
She opened her legs wider and my mouth watered. I licked my lips as I sank down to my knees in front of her and shoved her dress up to her waist. The tiny scrap of lace she called underwear didn’t stand a chance.
I tore the fabric with a snap and pushed her thighs apart, taking in her pussy that was glistening for me.
At least, it’d better be for me.
I buried my face as I devoured her pussy with my mouth, licking up her slit and circling her clit. She gasped when I sucked her into my mouth, sliding my hands under her ass and pulling on her with a bruising grip. She ran her hands through my hair and alternated between grinding on my face and trying to pull my head away.
I didn’t let her though.
“Right there,” she said quietly, tossing her head back against the couch as I massaged her with my tongue. She started coming, but I continued my assault on her as I held her ass tighter, making her take every second of it.