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Governor Gabriel Flint said flags will be flown at half-staff in honor of Lieutenant Aaron Rivera.
In other news, a thirteen-month-old baby was found wandering the streets of...
I flick the television off and toss the remote onto the table. Running a hand through my hair, I drop the other one to my side and rub Zeus as he snores at my feet.
It hasn’t been said, but I know Nitro’s prez, King, was behind the cleanup. It’s been long suspected that the Sinners have the chief in their pockets, and this is all too tidy. There won’t be an arrest in the murders of the lieutenant and his brother.
“Why?” My head jerks up in surprise at the sound of his voice.
He sleeps constantly, thanks to the pain pills I’ve been giving him. I hadn’t heard him moving around in the room.
“I wanted to surprise you. I ordered from the store the same as I always did.”
“I said no more deliveries.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, knowing I can’t make up for what’s been done.
“You could’ve died!” he snaps.
“Okay, and that would’ve been one less problem that you had,” I snap back.
I didn’t want to get Hurricane in trouble, so this time, when I ordered groceries, I didn’t mention it and went downstairs to pick them up.
We learned that Lieutenant Rivera had offered to place me under protection to keep me safe until they found the men who attacked Ryan and me. However, Dr. Lennox informed him that I had taken a short-term leave of absence and was safe. It wasn’t hard to figure out that I was under the protection of the MC.
Unfortunately, the normal delivery driver was found behind the dumpster in the back of the grocery lot with a bullet to his head.
The normal delivery driver worked for Díego Rodríguez when he wasn’t working for the store. He knew they’d been looking for me, and when he saw me, he’d told Díego in hopes of climbing up in the gang. Armand had different plans, though. He decided he would take me out himself and sent his brother to get me to make sure it didn’t get screwed up. Diego tied up loose ends by killing the kid.
When I walked to the car to get the groceries, Diego had gotten out and opened the trunk for me. As soon as I leaned inside and saw the empty bags, I was shoved from behind, and the trunk closed on me.
I felt the car speed away, and after several minutes I could hear the roar of the motorcycles behind me. It stayed that way for some time until he somehow managed to lose them, and all I could hear was the sound of normal traffic around us.
When we arrived at the bar, I was shocked to find the police lieutenant there waiting for us. It seemed an eternity had passed before I heard those blessedly sweet motorcycles roaring up. At first, there was just the sound of a single engine, and minutes later, there seemed to be a cavalry of them.
Nitro stalks towards me and cups my chin in a hard grip forcing my head back as tears prick my eyes.
“I went through all that shit prepared to sacrifice my life so you wouldn’t have to sacrifice yours. No way in hell I want you dead,” he says, pushing me against the bedroom wall.
His kiss is hard and rough as he jerks my shirt up and roughly handles my breasts, jerking on my CBRs. My back arches from the wall as I bite his lip and hiss at him. He rips at my sweat shorts, trying to rip them off my body until he succeeds.
Goddamn! This man is so hot.
My lace panties are torn from my body next, and he grabs my thighs lifting me up. I reach for the button on his jeans, and he helps me. We fumble until we get it unfastened, his zipper down, and his dick out of his pants.
Nitro doesn’t bother trying to push his pants down; he just thrusts deep and hard inside me. I scream, thankful that he thought to close the door first before he started yelling at me. That will keep Zeus out of the room while we fuck.
Nitro’s breaths are coming hard and fast as he thrusts into me. He grips my jaw tightly again, pushing my head against the wall and tongues me. He sucks my tongue, bites it, and licks it.
“Don’t wanna keep playing this fucking game with you,” he rumbles.
“No game, Nitro.”
“I’m in fucking charge here. Got it?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan as he slowly strokes me, pulling his dick to the tip and rubbing it against my Princess Diana piercing before sinking back into my folds.
“That means what I say, you fucking do. Got it?”
