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More screams could be heard as Wraith slipped into the room and he shut the door. “There’s a lot of blood on the ground in there.”
Fuck. We were vicious bastards.
“Wait!” Antonio called, lifting his head in defeat. “Vince doesn’t know shit. I never told him. Stop torturing my brother and I’ll tell you everything I know.”
Ticking my head toward Wraith, he nodded, leaving the room. A couple of minutes later, Rael walked through the door, blood splattered all over his t-shirt and jeans.
“I’m not happy right now, Antonio. Ask me why I’m not happy.”
Antonio flinched at the sight. “I fucked up. I’m sorry but Vince doesn’t know a damn thing.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Rael crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at the Denali brother with something close to loathing and disgust at the same time.
“Acid has been giving us shit. Stopping our trucks. Stealing merchandise. Trying to cut off our supply routes. We grew desperate.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about your little problem?” I asked, pissed that we didn’t know how bad it had gotten. “We could have offered protection.”
“Instead, you altered invoices and hid the truth.” Rael took a menacing step forward. “I should just kill you both now.”
“No, no! Please! I swear, we were gonna say somet
hin’, but Acid wired our trucks and threatened to kill our families. We didn’t know what to do, man!”
“You never, ever, keep a secret from the Royal Bastards,” Rael replied quietly. “That’s what. You snitch your worthless guts and plead for our mercy because we don’t give a fuck who threatened you. That’s our product. We fuckin’ own you. You got it?”
“Yes! I swear it. Yes,” he blubbered, nearly pissing himself in fear.
Holy fuck. This was bad. Grim was gonna lose his shit.
Shaking my head, I left the room while Rael and Mammoth sorted this mess out. I was in a foul mood and it wasn’t improving as I climbed the steps and entered the bar. Thoughts of Sasha swirled in my head for the twentieth time that day. I never thought of women while I was working. Not even Suraya occupied my thoughts like that sexy sister of hers. We hadn’t spoken all day and I knew I needed to explain my actions last night.
Just the idea of wanting to make things right didn’t sit well with me. This girl was owning my ass already and we’d only had sex once. But damn, that tight, wet pussy was worth the extra effort and I had to admit, I liked her. The chick had balls and she was tough. She’d been through hell and came out stronger on the other side of it. She impressed me as much as she irritated me.
Growing hard as thoughts of last night banged around in my skull, I decided to head toward my room. It was late, well after the dinner hour and Sasha was probably wondering where I had been all day. Adjusting my throbbing dick, I smiled as I imagined her reaction when I walked into the room and pulled her in for a deep and passionate kiss. Those lips of hers were perfect for kissing and even better for sucking. She was made for love, her curves luscious and her tits full and round, high and perky. She was damn near perfect.
I could fuck that woman every day for the rest of my life and never grow tired of hearing her moan my name. The instant the thought entered my head, I stopped, overcome with the knowledge that I was in way over my head when it came to Sasha Pratt.
“Shit,” I whispered aloud. I was fuckin’ losing my heart to this girl.
How in the fuck had that happened? Worse, I wasn’t that upset about it.
With a flick of my wrist, I opened the door wide, a huge grin plastered on my face that quickly turned into a frown. The room was empty. Caught off guard, I turned around and headed back toward the bar and the rowdy, drunken crowd. Even after scanning the entire vicinity twice, I didn’t see Sasha.
My stomach did a tiny little flip as I felt the tension settle into my lower back. Grim was seated with a blonde on his lap, her hand stroking him through his jeans. He must have sensed something was wrong because he pushed her away and stood up, heading my way with purpose.
“What’s the matter?”
“I can’t find Sasha.”
He scanned the room, shrewdly glancing over all the girls. “I don’t see Cindi either.”
We approached Lucky who was drunk off his ass, laughing with Wraith over a joke we missed the punchline for. “’Sup, my brothers?” he slurred. “You seen my girl? Can’t find Cindi anywhere.”
Fucking hell. This wasn’t good.
“No,” I growled, yanking my cousin to his feet. “Text her. Now.”
Tilting his head to the side, Lucky must have noticed the urgency in my voice. He opted to call her cell instead as he lifted it to his ear. “Call me, babe. As soon as you get this. It’s an emergency.”
