“You’re such a pigheaded dick. And if this was going to happen regardless, how do you know Cobra wasn’t the one who confronted her?”
“Cobra’s not that fucking stupid. Don’t insult his or my intelligence. I watched the cameras—I saw it happen. He came to me, and we were going to get all we could get out of her with aplan. We don’t know who she’s working with. Arlen should never have confronted her on her own.”
Oh, this asshole. He was not blaming my friend for his ex’s suicidal choices.
“Well, you always have everything figured out, so I’m sure you’ll have no issue getting together aplanto get her back, you arrogant––”
“Cali.” He lunged like a viper and grabbed the back of my neck.
“This isn’t a game, Ro––”
I squeaked, finding my upper half bent over the couch.
“I wasn’t aware I was joking.” He reached beneath my shirt dress and roughly pulled my underwear left and right until they tore from the strain. “I’m burning every single pair of these motherfuckers.”
“We can’t do this––”
“Shut the fuck up.” He kicked my legs apart and easily pushed two fingers into me. “Clearly, your pussy wants to do this. You’re fucking soaked.”
He made me delirious. I was always ready to go for him. The world could be ending and I’d still be ready.
I growled and pushed back, jumping forward with a little hiss when his hand came down on my ass. The sound of his zipper going down seemed to echo in the open room.
“You know what?” he asked, pushing inside me with one swift motion. “Why do you always have to open your smart ass mouth?” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as he flexed his hips, making sure every thrust was hard, smashing me into the leather couch. I tried to answer him but my brain seemed to have erased its knowledge of the English language and left me with nothing but the ability to moan.
“You like the way I fuck you, Cali?”
He slightly shifted, driving himself deeper, forcing me on to my tiptoes. I made a muffled sound in response, curling my fingers into the leather fabric.
“If you want to come, you’ll beg for it. Make me think you deserve it.”
“P-please,” I managed to gasp out. It was the best I could do. I don’t know how he expected me to beg when I couldn’t even talk.
My body jarred against the sofa as he showed no mercy. His balls slapped painfully against the groove of my ass.
I felt a cooling sensation trickle down my spine. I came on a soundless scream, turning rigid in his hands. His cock jerked twice. He let out an almost inaudible groan and found his own release.
He rested his forehead on my shoulder, replacing it with a feather light kiss before he pulled away.
“I was trying to tell you I think I know where they might be.”
I slouched onto the couch, trying to catch my breath. Why didn’t he just lead with that?
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
I’d been revisiting my past a fuck of a lot the last week, and can’t say I enjoyed it.
I stared at the rundown house with the patched roof and recalled the cold nights when rain declared open season on all our shit, and days when I’d come back to find racoons with their faces in our bare supply of food.
“I can’t believe we lived here,” Grimm mused, stepping up beside me.
“Thank fuck we don’t now,” I agreed.
We’d been teens then.
It was a year before I killed the old leader and took his place as the head of what was now the Savages.
It was pitch black outside, but two of the lights and a television were on inside, showing me all I needed to see.
