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This bitch is crazy as hell and hotter than sin. My fucking kryptonite. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I’m so fucked.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see two motorcycles coming up behind us.
“They coming for you?” I motion with my chin at the bikes, and she shows fear for the first time tonight.
“What’s your name?” She bites her lip like she’s not sure she can trust me.
“Look, it’s them or us. Make up your mind quickly. We don’t hurt women, and I only want what you took back. Can you say the same about them?” I point at the guys on the bikes who are close enough for us to now read their cuts.
Just as I thought. MaleSangre MC. The fuckers slow down and creep down the ally. Just as they’re going to turn the corner, they stop.
The van door opens, and the bikers rev their engines coming back our way.
“WOLF!” I call over my shoulder.
“Trouble?” He asks as he climbs into the driver’s seat.
“Ok, my name’s Mercy. If you get me away from them, I’ll take you to your cars.” I smile at her, knowing she’s full of shit but eager to start whatever game she’s about to play.
Wolf starts the van and pulls off.
“Fuck yes, and I’m looking at her.”
CHAPTERONE
SPARK
I’m fixingmy hair in the mirror when I hear the front door open.
“Hello, darling!” I groan and grab a towel to wrap around my waist, but my mother beats me into my bedroom.
Here we go.
“Issac, why is a lass tied to your bed?” Fuck.
“Ma,” Mercy’s eyes are tracking the conversation that is clearly about her.
“Excuse me? You’re his mom, right?” Ma crosses her arms on her chest and looks me up and down like she might not want to admit to it.
Fantastic.
“Can I ask you a serious question? Why didn’t you swallow?” My eyes bug out, and my mother snorts like she’s wondering the same damn thing.
“Ma! How many times have I told ya I’m a grown man? I don’t need ya looking after me!” I try to push her out of my bedroom and get nowhere fast with that action.
She levels me with a stare that screams my Irish ass is about to get a proper tongue-lashing.
“Is that so? Did ya think bloody fairies were the ones washing ye clothes? Or that the food in the icebox just suddenly popped in there? I’d say you need a woman to take care of ya, but seeing as this is how ya treat them, no wonder nothing gets done around here.” I bite my cheek, trying not to laugh because, lord knows, Mercy enjoyed every single thing I did to her before my shower.
The memory of my tongue on her clit, as she screamed bloody murder in Spanish, has my cock twitching, and I can not let my mother see my hard-on.
“To answer your question, lass, ‘cause his fathers are just like’em! Bloody fools. Good luck.” Ma turns on her heels, disgusted with my behavior, and stops before she opens my front door.
“I expect her at Sunday supper!” I hang my head as she slams my door.
“CHRIST!” I bellow as I turn to see Mercy watching me with a smirk.
“Madre de Dios, she ain’t no one to cross, is she?” I shake my head as I go back into my bathroom to finish getting dressed without answering her verbally.
