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The dots danced instantly, indicating an incoming reply.
Red: When? And how the hell do you know where I am?
I chuckled.
Me: I guess you’ll never know.
Red: I swear if Shawnee told you where I am, I’m going to kill her.
Me: She didn’t tell me but thank you for letting me know who I need to get the information from.
I wouldn’t go to her, knowing that Amber’s best friend would refuse to give me the information I needed. My phone rang then, forcing a laugh to shake through me.
“Miss my pretty face, Red?” I purred.
“You can’t come here, Sam,” she insisted.
My cock twitched. Fucking hell, I loved when she shortened my name. “No? Why not?”
“Because, there are...I just...I don’t want anything to happen.”
My heart stuttered. “Why, Red, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you actually care about me.”
She snorted. “Listen, Sammy, don’t go falling in love with me. I’m not worth it. I just don’t want anything to happen to you or anyone else. The Hell’s Harlem members here are...different.”
“Trust me, I’ve run into them before and, Red? The next time you put yourself down and tell me you’re not worth it, I will have you so fucking on edge, you won’t be able to handle it. Have you ever been denied orgasms as punishment?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Doesn’t sound pleasant, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
While I was speaking to the submissive in her, I knew the brat personality wanted to call my bluff and I hoped she would. Orgasm denial wasn’t something I liked to do but if the situation called for it, I would. Just to show my sub who was in charge.
“Then don’t berate yourself, you got me?” When she didn’t say anything, I pulled my phone from my ear, thinking she might have hung up. “Red.”
“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. That’s all.”
“I’m a big boy, baby,” I told her, my chest tightening that she cared.
“I know you are, but I still don’t want any issues,” she told me.
“Don’t worry about it.” No one was stopping me from getting what I wanted. We were good together. I just had to prove that to her.
Amber
The next morning, Icouldn’t help but think back to the conversation I had last night with Sammy. He was driving down. Or he said he was anyway. He was probably bluffing and would wait for me to come home instead. It was the only thing that made sense because it wasn’t like anyone would tell him where my mom’s place was anyway. Would they? Did he know people who could give him that sort of information? Oh who the hell was I kidding? Of course he knew people. He was a biker. I mentally smacked myself, forgetting for a brief moment exactly who I was sleeping with.
The conversation had finished with me telling him he was lying and there was no way he would drive the several hours just to see me.
He didn’t argue and only hung up after.
Ever since, I couldn’t get it out of my head and I sure as hell couldn’t sleep. Looked like I was going to see Tiny sooner than I wanted to.
Once I was showered and dressed, I was heading down the hall to the kitchen and putting my hair up into a messy bun when I was stopped short by voices coming from the dining room. A higher pitched one along with a deep vibrato. As I neared, I knew the woman’s voice was my mother.
When I rounded the corner, my eyes widened at who was sitting with my mom at the dining room table.
