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I chuckle, grab her hand, and kiss the back of it. We stand, staring at each other for a moment, neither of us wanting to move. I rock us side to side, swaying to the music playing while we stand in the middle of the hallway.

“Come dance with me,” Blue says, but she doesn’t stop swaying.

“We are dancin’.” I smile.

Blue giggles, pressing her body firmly against mine as she shakes her head. I slide my hands down to her generous ass and squeeze. Blue’s body is out of this world, and I can’t wait to be inside her. When Blue grinds up against me, I know it’s time to cut this dance short. I pull back and start leading her out of the hallway.

“Where are we goin’? I thought you didn’t want to go to the dance floor.” Blue strides to keep up with me.

“We are going to do a different type of dance, baby.”

I bypass the party and head straight for the stairs. The only dancing we’ll be doin’ for the rest of the night is the horizontal mambo.

CHAPTER 16

THINGS THAT GO BOOM

BLUE

I swear Bishop is trying to kill me. He ate my pussy like it had the key to eternal life, then fucked me like I stole something from him. The man is nearly a decade older than me, and I couldn’t keep up.

I’m getting my ass in the gym as soon as possible. It’s ridiculous that I have to beg for mercy every time we have sex. Bishop likes to pretend that he’s old and can’t hang, but he’s like a damn machine when he’s fucking me.

My eyes are closed, and I’m still trying to catch my breath. But I couldn’t be happier. I’m damn near giddy at the idea that Bishop just officially made me his Old Lady.

At first, I didn’t know if I wanted this life. Especially after seeing how mama was when my daddy died. But I won’t deny that Bishop and I have something special. I’ve wanted this man, and now that I have him, I ain’t givin’ him up.

I can still hear the party raging on downstairs, and I have no interest in getting up and going back down there. I’m right where I want to be, even though it seems like I might have to fight these hoes to prove my love.

I know it’s not really about proving my worth to Bishop, but in this life, you will constantly be tested. And it might be crazy to people on the outside for a bunch of women to be seemingly fighting over a man, but that’s just how it is in this world.

Desperate bitches want to be in a place we consider prestigious. Belonging to a family, even if they’re criminals and misfits, is all some of us have ever known. The Hellhounds are a family, and for some, belonging in it means belonging to a brother.

I didn’t have to be an Old Lady to be a part of the Hellhounds family, and maybe that’s why some of these women will always show me contempt. They’ll forever be jealous that I took a place from them that I didn’t want or need to be a Hound.

“You surprised me when you announced that I was your Old Lady,” I say, enjoying the way Bishop caresses my skin as I rest my whole body on top of him.

“You mad?” His deep voice rumbles.

“No, just shocked,” I respond.

There’s no use pretending he hasn’t been running from a relationship for a while now. I thought he’d never pull his head out of his ass. I just knew he would try to keep us a secret until I left him for good.

“Hmmm. No since in pretendin’ you ain’t mine, Baby Blue. Just had to make sure everybody knew it was official is all.” Bishop raises my hand and kisses it.

Bishop saying the sweetest shit after blowing my back out will never get old. He knows just what to say to get my girl purring and me ready for another round. I lift my head up and kiss his lips. He groans, deepening the kiss.

His tongue slips into my mouth, and his hands go to my ass. He grips my bountiful flesh in his massive hands as I grind into him. Bishop lifts me up by my hips, and he’s about to slide inside my clenching heat, but loud bangs erupt from outside.

“What the fuck!” Bishop swiftly moves me off him, then goes to a door I hadn’t noticed before.

I sit up, get off the bed, and look for my clothes. I desperately need a shower, but those bangs were definitely gunshots.

Not even a minute later, Bishop comes out of the little room, pulling on a pair of jeans. His face is set in a mask of fury, and I know shit is about to get real. I finish getting dressed and put on my boots while he slips on a shirt and shoes.

“I need you to go the back way to the basement. Do you still have a code to get in the safe rooms?” Bishop asks, pulling guns out of a dresser and loading them.

“Yeah, I still have the code,” I reply.