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Look into the mirror and find Pain, Blaze, and Sin staring at me with questions in their eyes. I shrug and shake my head. Ain’t shit for us to do but wait to see what Gunner wants to do with this new information. Blaze's eyes scan my face. After seeing what he was looking for, he stepped over to me and turned to study the room. Blaze seems relaxed, but I know better as he leans back into the bar. I see the tightness around his mouth and the slight stiffness in his shoulders. My twin can’t hide shit from me.
“What's the plan? Since our plane is probably going to change… again.” With a raised brow, he looks down at me. I shrug, setting my beer down and peeling the bottle's paper as I get lost in thought. What does their knowledge change about our plan? What will the plan be after our meeting? “I don't know yet.” He’s heard enough to know that. I also know it’s more than that. He is asking if we are going to keep this job or not. And as much as I’m pissed and annoyed, I know we have to follow through.
“Who gives a shit what they want to do? Our job is to protect the bitch and neutralize any threats. Which is supposed to give Mom and The Organization enough time to figure out how to get out of that stupid ass contract that shit family entered with the Rossi’s.” he says.
Sitting next to Rocket, Sin leans around him to look at me. She’s still pissed, and I get it. My baby sister is my biggest ally next to Blaze, Pain, and Rocket. Being the only other girl on our team, she and I are close. She's still wound tight, for obvious reasons. But, as I do, she knows what must be done, regardless of this minor setback or how we feel about Princess.
“I get all that, but like it or not, this is still my family. Unlike you, I want to know them, even if they piss me the fuck off. Even after all’s said and done, I deserve a chance to get to know them. I understand your anger toward Biker Barbie and the bullshit she pulled. But we need to stay focused, do what’s asked of us, and set the other shit aside for now.” The look I receive laces with frustration, but I receive a reluctant nod. The defeat on Blaze and Sin’s faces has me closing my eyes and taking a breath. I do not want to fight with them about this.
This is my team; more often than not, I’m the decision-maker and should always lead by example. “We all look at this job differently because of the personal aspect of it. And how things have gone to shit so quickly, which I’ll take it on the chin for. But I need to ensure that what happened the other night doesn’t happen again. We both lost our shit,” Looking at my sister. “And I can’t have either of us doing it again, even if the bitch pisses us the fuck off. I don’t want to spend my time here beating Princess’s ass because she is butt hurt that she has to share her family. I will if I have to, but I want to make an effort not to.” I say with a wink. Because I don’t think for a second shit won’t get ugly again, but I’ll attempt to keep it to a minimum.
Pain and Rocket nod in understanding. Blaze and Sin look indifferent and slightly annoyed. Look over at Blaze, knowing this is hard for him. Having to help a family that turned its back on us. I get it. I was angry, but I also have my mother's forgiving heart, even though she’s one of the world’s most brutal assassins. Oxymoron much? Despite first impressions, I hope Blaze will get to where I am and be more willing to give them a chance. It isn't likely, but one can only hope. Before anyone can respond, which I know they want to, Taz comes out of the hall with determination in his eyes.
“Bellamy, Prez is ready for you.”
Taz is focused solely on me as he walks closer to the group. Blaze, Pain, Rocket, and Sin have narrowed eyes on him, understanding his request. Before they can argue, with the apparent stipulation, my eyes connect with each of them letting them know it's all good. I stand from my stool, looking up at Taz, who has decided to stand too damn close. I give him a wave to take me to his leader. With a smirk and chuckle, he shakes his head in amusement and turns to escort me toward the offices for the second time.
Trailing behind Taz, his steps slow, speaking low when I reach his side, “Prepare yourself. Princess has been on a rampage the last few days. You can guess what her goal is. She wants Daddy to clean up her mess. More than a few brothers and ol’ ladies who were here to witness that shit show have voiced that the shit she pulled was out of line. She wasn’t having it, though. Vilifying you is her goal, using her tears and shit. Made it out that it was you, not her, starting’ shit.” He shakes his head, stopping to look down at me. “I don't know all that went down before I could talk to Prez… But it's clear Vex and Bull are pissed at her, and your father is... Well, he's pissed at the situation.” There is something Taz isn’t saying, and I’d hazard to guess exactly what that is. Daddy’s instinct is to protect the spawn he knows, not the one he doesn’t. Shocker.
My instincts weren’t wrong about Princess. I knew she wasn't the type to handle her own shit. It’s easier to run to Daddy and cry on his shoulder. Knowing that I’d have to face him, regardless. Whether to scold me or find the truth, the latter would likely be the reality. If she feels tattle-tailing shit will work out in her favor, she’s got another thing coming. I don’t give a damn what Daddy has to say. He can either buck the fuck up and see this for what it is, or he can be an idiot and fall for her shit.
Put my hand on Taz’s arm as we reach Prez’s office door. He stills, looking down and into my eyes. It’s not his soulful brown eyes that have my breath hitching. Instead of focusing on what I wanted to say, my eyes become transfixed on the spot where our skin touches. The tingles I feel have my brow furrowing. What kind of witchcraft shit is this? His hand goes to my chin, lifting it to look into my eyes. Staring into his eyes, everything falls away. I don’t remember what I was going to say. I don’t know why I should stay away from this man. Damn it, I am one of those girls led by her pussy strings.
Oh shit…
“Fuck it.”
Fifteen
BELLAMY
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Faster than I can respond or react, Taz’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into him. Before his intentions register, his lips are on mine. And hot damn. If anyone asks if I’d fought him off even a little, it would be a bold face ass fucking lie to say that I did. Because I didn’t–I’m not.
I’m leaning in.
This may be the worst idea of my life, but I won’t have any regrets. Knowing whatever his intentions are, they would never be to hurt me. The way he devours me like this kiss is the last we will ever taste or feel–proves that.
At first, I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself, my hands, or my body. My pussy pulsates, and I try to hold back the very unladylike sounds that want to be released. Damn, this man tastes too damn good. It's like all my favorite things rolled into one. I guess what they say about finding the one is true. Everything about him is appealing to me. His smell, taste, and how it feels to be near them. And I’m not mad about it.
Neither my whore of a body nor my brain give a damn that we are devouring each other in a hallway like horny teenagers. I want to get closer to him. I need to get closer to him. My body demands it. My body vibrates with need for the man I know nothing about but have an intense need to consume.
Oh, gawd, that feels good. Taz’s fingers tweak and twist my nipple, and I moan into the kiss. He pulls away while continuing to hold me against him. An unladylike sound of disappointment leaves me, and I damn near pout when he adjusts himself. Of course, being the sexy bald-kissing gawd he is, he chuckles and buries his face in my neck. I pout, yes, I pout because I want more damn kisses. And he does, just not where I want him to. He trails kisses on my neck, and the sensation has tingles going straight to my pussy, causing me to grind against him. For a split second, I have a moment of clarity. Because I look around and we are…
When the fuck did he pick me up?
My eyes trail around my surroundings, only mildly perturbed that this man could distract me enough to change locations. We are no longer in the hallway, and I don’t know where we are. An office? Maybe. Ain't that some shit? I’m kissmatized. I haven’t gotten the dick yet, so I can’t call it dickmitized, but I know it’s coming. A shiver of excitement shoots up my spine at the thought.
With my hands around his neck, I look around, realizing we are, in fact, in an office. His impressively large cock digs into my lady bits as we both try to catch our breaths. His face remains buried in my neck as he breathes me in.
My eyes take in the room. It’s a cute little space with sports and biker shit all over the walls, definitely a man's domain. I feel tugging at my lower half, which has me looking down. A shocked gasp leaves me as I look down at his bald head. While Taz kneels at my feet, doing everything in his power to relieve me of anything he deems in his way, his eyes snap up to mine when he hears me gasp. If I could blush, he would see that shit bright as day, but I can’t, so he doesn’t. Thank fuck for that.
When the fuck did he put me down? I stand frozen when I realize this man is a drug that’s got me losing all my damn senses.
Is this happening?
Taz’s eyes burn with lust as he slowly peels my pants down my legs. His hands against my skin leave a trail of heat, and my skin tingles as gooseflesh appears in the path of contact. We say nothing, taking each other in. I don’t think either of us knows what to say. We are just enthralled with the feeling of this moment. It's heavy, and I never thought that I would crave someone as I do him.
