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Chapter Nine
Devil
"Fuck,"Imutter,my stomach twisting itself into knots. My feet stop moving, my eyes locked on the spot where Jessie's car has been parked all week. It's gone. She's on her way back to campus. I reach up and grind my palm against my chest, trying to rub away the burn, but it doesn't help. I miss the fuck out of her already.
We barely had any time to ourselves while she was here, but just having her on the ranch, breathing the same damn air as me, is like breathing fucking sunshine. She's got me addicted to her and doesn't have a clue. The fact that she doesn't want Risk to know about us is fucking with my head. She's scared. I have a feeling that's my fault, and I have not a damn clue what I'm going to do about that.
Shit around here is getting bad. Hawk still hasn't come through with the info I need, but the Savages have tried to sneak onto the property once already to get Sin's girl back. Sooner or later, things are going to go south. There's a…tension in the air. A palpable sense of something not quite right. I feel it like a breath on the back of my neck.
Forsythe still won't make a fucking move though. I've been down that road. We had it out this morning over it. His inaction is going to get someone killed. One of my brothers, possibly. Roach, definitely. That blood will be on his hands. I've given him everything I've got. It's not enough to take them all down in one fell swoop, but it's enough for a goddamn warrant.
But no. He's afraid if we scoop up Roach, the Savages will move the girls, and he won't be able to bag and tag the whole fucking club. At this point, I think it's a risk we need to take to keep a war from popping off, but no amount of arguing the facts is getting it through his thick skull.
Fuck him.
I stomp up the stairs to my cabin, irritable as hell. A piece of notebook paper crinkles under my boot as soon as I step through the front door.
"What the fuck?"
I reach down and snatch it up, ignoring the massive boot print now dead center.
Meet me at the cabin. -J
I run my pointer finger over her girly handwriting, smiling. Of course she snuck a note to me instead of just texting. I'm not the only one who enjoys a little adrenaline rush. My beautiful little iele does too. She may not want to be caught, but the possibility of it excites her. Just like it did when I had my fingers buried in her cunt outside yesterday, or my dick down her throat a week ago, or was dry humping her against the side of the clubhouse a week before that.
Whoever made her steeped her in just enough naughtiness to make her irresistible to a motherfucker like me. I can't get enough of her. I never knew one tiny little woman could keep my dick this hard, but she manages it. With a single line on a torn sheet of paper, she manages it.
I quickly change my shirt and jog out to my bike, eager for a little time alone with her.
"You heading out?" Ruin asks, stopping me in the driveway.
"Yeah, got something personal to take care of."
He jerks his head in a nod. "Stick close. I've got a feeling."
"Shit, you too?"
He shoots me a grim look, his lips pursed into a tight line. "They'll make a move soon."
"I'll keep my phone on me," I mutter.
"Do that."
We pound fists and then I head out to see my girl. About a mile down the road, I stop long enough to call Forsythe again to warn him that he needs to bring Roach in now. He sends me to voicemail, the fucker. I leave a quick message anyway, letting him know that he needs to act now, or people are going to die. I know he won't fucking listen, but I had to try.
I want this case over so badly I can taste it. It's the only way I'll ever be free to truly make Jessie mine. Until then, I'm bound by law, bound by duty, bound by honor. They're shackles around my wrists, preventing me from doing what I should have done weeks ago and telling the Diamond Kings everything. To hell with my cover. To hell with my job. To hell with everything standing between me and my girl.
I make the drive to my cabin in record time.
When I pull up, Jessie's sitting on the porch waiting for me. Her blonde hair hangs free, shining like burnished gold. Her blue dress is far too fucking short, but I love the view anyway.
"Come here," I demand, parking my bike beside her car and killing the engine.
"Nope. You come here," she says, crooking a finger at me and smirking.
"Baby, if you don't get your pretty little ass over here and greet your man, you're going to be driving to Dallas with my handprints on both cheeks," I growl, narrowing my eyes on her.
Heat flares in her eyes, turning them dark. Shit. She wants me to spank her.
