Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
He couldn’t sleep without me, and his well-being was more important than anything in this fucking world.
I gently set him on the bathroom counter, then strode over to the tub. I could feel his eyes on my every move as I started the water, then poured in Epsom salt and lavender-scented bubble bath. When I turned to face him, he crossed his arms over his chest and turned his face away from me like the true little brat he was—the little brat I adored.
He was the only person capable of getting under my skin. I didn’t know how he did it, but one second, I was rescuing him, and the next, I was claiming him as mine.
“I’m letting the attitude slide because you’re angry at me,” I told him as I erased the distance between us. Gripping the hem of his shirt, I tugged it over his head, then tossed it to the floor. “But don’t forget who’s in charge, baby.”
He looked at me then, narrowing his eyes at me once more. “You’re making me madder.”
I bit back a snort because I truly didn’t want to upset him more than I already had. Instead, leaning in, I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “How about we soak in a bath, then nap, then we go out for milkshakes and fries?” I didn’t usually let him indulge in junk food. It caused a lot of inflammation in his body and made him irate. And milk had a bad habit of upsetting his stomach. But I’d deal this one time and let him have something sweet and greasy.
He couldn’t hide the brightening of his eyes even if he tried. “You promise?”
I nodded. “I promise, baby. Have I ever broken my word to you?”
He blew out a soft breath, his shoulders drooping just a little, a sure sign I was wearing him down. “No,” he mumbled.
I kissed his cheek, then quickly stripped him out of the rest of his clothes. His body was beautiful—a true work of art. With tan skin and lean muscles, he had the body sculptors and painters would kill to turn into art.
When I began reaching for my cut, he shook his head and grabbed my hands. I arched a brow at him. “Let me,” he mumbled.
I dropped my hands, and he slid down from the counter. My cock hardened the moment he began to undress me, but I ignored it. It was an automatic response to Chet. I always wanted him in every fucking way I could have him. But this wasn’t about me. This was about him. I needed to make up for leaving him behind and not taking care of him. And I needed to cheer him up.
I hated it when he hit a low.
Grabbing his hand once I was as naked as him, I led him toward the tub. Once we were submerged beneath the water, I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him between my thighs. He sagged back against me and rested his head on my shoulder.
It took a mere two minutes for him to begin snoring.
Pressing my lips to his hair, I murmured, “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never abandon you again.” And that was a vow I intended to take to my grave.
5
William
My phone was ringing on the bedside table, and it was getting on my fucking nerves. After being awake for over twenty-four hours, then immediately coming back home to take care of Chet, I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep curled up around my man. But that fucking phone wouldn’t stop.
“Answer it,” Chet slurred, voice still heavy with sleep. “Make it stop.”
Grunting in annoyance, I rolled over and snatched up my ringing burner phone, flipping it open and lifting it to my ear. “What?” I growled. Only a select number of people had this number, and it was rare anyone ever called it. Usually, the only time it rang was when I was on a club job.
Or Chet was texting me while I was dropping bodies.
“This is a secure line?” Rico asked, surprising me enough that he snapped me fully awake. Pushing up onto my elbow, I grunted an affirmative. “You’ve got a problem.”
Fuck. Rico never reached out to me anymore. Once he basically placed me with the Ghost Born MC, he’d let me be, wanting me to give Chet a family to belong to, which meant he cut me free of all my contracts with him.
“Something I should bring to the club’s attention?” I asked, sitting up now. The blanket fell to my waist, and the cool air of the room washed over my upper body, making me shiver for a moment as my body temperature adjusted.
“Up to you.” Rico sighed. “A little birdie caught you walking into Reynold Jasper’s house, and they gave that intel to the Savage Dreams MC. Reynold was apparently giving them a pipeline into Mexico through his own connections, so they’re pissed and are out for blood. And your boy seems like their next target. An eye for an eye.”