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“I bet. Did you hear the shit Carson said she’d been through? That woman needs to die just like her stepdad did. Who does that to their own kid?”
Taylor told me a few things, but she went into detail with Lina, who, of course, told Carson. He shared some things with the club when he knew her stepdad was going to continue being an issue. He found Taylor after she’d run away and beat the shit out of her. Seeing that girl all broken and bruised in the hospital did me in. I had no qualms about taking his life.
As for her mom, I’ll kill her, too. She used her own child as a prostitute for years. Profited off of her suffering. She’s a monster. That monster is back in Birmingham, and if my gut is right, she’s working for an even bigger monster.
The fact that she got away from us pisses me off. We waited and waited outside, but she didn’t come out of the store. Security footage showed her go out the back, but there was no trace of her leaving. We didn’t have any luck with the camera out back. Thing hasn’t worked in years. She’s smart. I’ll give her that.
“If she’s back, that means The Harvester is at it again. He may have never stopped. We really don’t need to go to Huntsville this weekend.”
Dash shrugs. “Mason ordered us to go. Whatever his reasons, he’s got a plan. We have to trust that.”
“Trust that? Are you fucking kidding me? You were the one challenging every one of his decisions when he made us allies with your old lady’s ex.”
His eyes narrow. “Owen is a piece of shit, and you know it. But I respect Mason, and I want a damn weekend away with my woman. Speaking of, are you bringing Taylor?”
I hadn’t even thought about it. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get out of going. The trip is a mistake, but I can admit, it would be nice to get away for the weekend. Try to forget about all the shit we have going on. When we return, who knows what we’ll be facing?
“Maybe.”
I can’t guarantee she’d be safe here without me, and I also don’t know how much time we have together. That’s never been something I worried about. Bishop has even teased me about how short my relationships have been. Dash is the only one who knows about Lizzie. To the guys, I’m a player and have no interest in settling down. That may have been true before Taylor.
She was applying for jobs. I couldn’t tell what jobs, or where they were. For all I know, she could be trying to get the hell out of this town. Can’t blame her. Part of me wants that for her. The other part wants to be selfish and keep her here, even if I’m no good for her.
22
Taylor
Ijerk awake, ripping myself from the nightmare. Reaching for Christian, I find the bed empty. Not sure why I thought he’d be here with me. Iwantedhim here with me. Shrugging off the blanket, I get up and walk to the kitchen. He’s there at the bar, drink in hand. We’ve been here before, but things are different now.
With confidence, I walk over to him and hop onto the bar, scooting over so that I’m sitting right in front of him. He leans back, licking his lips.
“You left me.”
He shakes his head and rests his hands on my thighs. “I won’t ever do that. Are you okay?”
“Seeing her was a shock. I thought maybe she was gone for good. Christ, I thought my nightmare was over, but if she’s back, it’s not over, is it?”
“We don’t know what role she plays in all of this. Maybe nothing.”
I know that isn’t true. She’s involved somehow. It’s the only thing that makes sense. I pray there aren’t other women in this world like her. Women who prey on the innocence of others the way she did with me.
“Come to bed with me.”
Rather than oblige, he pushes my thighs apart and swipes his fingers over my sleep shorts before grabbing the hem and pulling them down. He tucks his hand inside, fingers stroking my sensitive flesh. I prop myself on my elbows and lean back, opening myself to him. He slips my shorts and panties down and off, tossing them to the floor.
I watch through hooded eyes as he flicks his tongue out and over my clit. My head falls back, a gasp escaping my lips. We’re out in the open. Anyone could walk through the clubhouse. Funny thing is, I don’t care.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers through his hair, gently pulling him closer. He growls against me, teeth nipping, tongue delving. My arm is trembling in its effort to support me. I can’t take much more. I grip his hair tighter as I come on his lips.
Christian stands, unbuckling his jeans. He shoves them down far enough to pull his dick out, positioning his head at my slit. He pushes inside with a moan. Fingertips dig into my flesh; his balls slap my ass while he fucks me. I bite my bottom lip, fighting the urge to scream out.
He leans forward, pushing my shirt up before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I bring my legs up, resting my feet on the edge of the bar. His dick goes deep, hitting my sweet spot, and I come again. His pace picks up, and with a few more deep thrusts, he comes. I wrap my arms around his neck, both of us breathless.
My body stiffens when I realize we aren’t alone. Tripp stands across the room watching us. I’ve no idea how long he’s been there. With a smirk, he turns and goes back down the hallway.
“Are you ready for bed now?” Christian teases.
With a grin, I nod, and he picks me up, carrying me back to my room while still tucked inside me. My discarded clothes are left on the floor.
