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“Yup.” I popped the P, shrugging through my grin while Zeke eyed me like I had two cocks sticking out of my forehead. “The heart wants what it wants.”
“Right… and I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact that you’re bored and get your rocks off on taming yourself a brat.”
“Man, there ain’t nothing bratty about this one. Baby girl could bring me to my knees and have me lickin’ her boots like it was just another Sunday afternoon for her.” I rubbed a hand against the back of my neck, picturing all the things I never got to do to her in that hotel room.
Lucky for my squeaky clean record, the nice housekeeper lady took pity on my predicament and cut me free before turning on her heel and walking back out the door. My guess was that it had something to do with the apologetic dimples I flashed her while trying not toflashher the rest of me. I did always have a way with the cougars—something about my boyish charms called to their primal side or so I’d been told.
“Need I remind you, you don’t even know this chick’s name?”
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet?”
“Yeah, how about you don’t use that Romeo shit on me? Save it for the college girls who like all the corny-ass lines you feed 'em.”
“Actually, it’s Juliet’s shit, not Romeo’s.”
“Okay, and now I understand why she drugged your ass. That’s annoying as fuck, you know that, right?”
“And yet, here you are, stuck to that ass like fucking glue through the years. So who’s the real masochist?”
This had 'em chuckling around the rim of his beer as he knocked back what was left of it. Zeke liked to give me shit, but at the end of the day, the fucker had my six better than any blood brother ever could. He just didn’t want me doing anything stupid. Kid always had a level head on his shoulders while Ienjoyed the chaos. Likely had to do with the different ways we were raised.
I was an only child while Zeke was the eldest of six. Which meant he was the mother hen of our group of misfits at the club. Always pecking at our feet when we strayed from the straight path. We appreciated his efforts—really we did—but it also made 'em a bit of a Debbie Downer whenever one of us was looking to be a little reckless.
Still, Zeke was the one bastard you could rely on to pick up the phone if you needed bailing out. Also the first guy to grab a shovel if someone were looking to hurt you. The only time I ever saw the fucker truly unhinged was when some drunk fuck threatened Zeke’s sister. My friend went full-on apeshit and nearly landed himself in the clink. Took a lot of persuading to get the dumb fuck to drop the charges and for the nightclub owner to make the whole thing disappear. We might have kept our noses clean but we weren’t naïve to what went down behind closed doors in our place of employment.
The streets were mob territory and anyone who grew up in these parts also knew better than to get between the Irish and the Italians and whatever turf wars had them feuding this time around. You turned your head and pretended you didn’t see shit. Because seeing shit dragged you into deeper shit. And deeper shit landed you in the kind of shit you couldn’t dig yourself out of. It sounded way more complicated than it was.
But you could catch my drift.Shit was bad. Avoid shit.
Which was exactly what Zeke, Rocco, and I did to the best of our abilities. Until women were involved. And then we lost whatever brain cells we had in these skulls of ours. Hence my present predicament.
It had been two days since blondie left me tied up in that hotel room, and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her or the way she moved those hips… The feel of her tight-as-fuckpussy gripping my cock like it was meant to be there… How sweet her nipple was when I was finally able to get a taste… How perfect her heart-shaped ass looked in lace while I was forced to watch her walk away…
If she had waited long enough for me to finish, I would have called it the best sex of my life. Even so, it was high up there on the list. I was hard just thinking about it. Imagining a take two that ended with my cum coating her ass cheeks when I bent her over the bed… or the counter… or whatever piece of furniture was within arm’s reach the next time I saw her.
Because there would be a next time. Baby girl just didn’t know it yet.
7
The jobs had been nonexistent, the tension in my head growing louder with each day that passed without some form of outlet. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about the pretty boy with the piercing green eyes.
Okay, I’d more than thought about him. I’d woken up in a cold sweat, in desperate need of a colder shower in the morning, my body plagued by the phantom touch of his cock between my legs. I’d found myself seeking him out in the crowd, even knowing I shouldn’t, that he wouldn’t be there.
I knew better. Attachments were a weakness in my line of work. Left you vulnerable and stupid. Something I knew firsthand. And couldn’t forget thanks to the little souvenir I still carried with me after my last relationship.
Funny enough, I didn’t think about Leo often. Whenever I did, it was as if the bullet still lodged in my brain would punish me. My temples would throb, my jaw ache down to the base of my neck, and I could feel the tension building in my shoulders. All of which reminded me of a time in my life when I threw common sense out the window and trusted the dick betweensome fucker’s leg more than the gut feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I didn’t miss the bastard. Far from it. I was angry. And pent-up rage had a way of fucking with your nervous system, increasing the stress hormones coursing through your body while causing the veins to restrict and the pressure to build. In a way, our bodies were our own worst enemies. Because we did that shit to ourselves. And there wasn’t a goddamn thing we could do to fix it.
My nails were tapping on the kitchen table when I finally decided to say “fuck it” and give good ol’ Officer Gallagher a ring. I didn’t like reaching out to Laney’s side of the law, unless I absolutely had to. And right now, it felt like a necessity more than anything else.
I didn’t wait for her to speak before I was breathing into the receiver. “Please tell me you have something off the books…”
“Either we’re doing an impeccable job at keeping the streets clean or being dirty ain’t paying like it used to. You could always come over to my neck of the woods. Wouldn’t mind having another female in the ranks.”
I could hear her grin through the phone. The woman loved to bust my balls but she was a decent egg as far as cops went. Even if bacon was my least favorite flavor. She also understood that the world wasn’t black and white and the rules needed to be bent every once in a while to benefit the greater good. It just so happened that my version ofgoodrevolved around keeping a roof over my head and my liquor cabinet filled.
I mean, we all couldn’t be superheroes. What use were they without a few villains in the mix?
