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It was protection.
It was possession.
It was her.
“Get her out of here,” says Kazi gruffly, nodding towards his mother, who’s still counting the fifty grand. It’s all there. I wouldn’t mess around with my one shot at getting out from the Skulls clean.
Not that it matters now, of course. I’m a dead man in about three seconds.
Unless . . .
“No,” I say suddenly when Mother Kazi grabs Yolanda’s hair again to pull her out of the room. “She’s mine now. A deal is a deal.” I stare at Kazi, meeting his gaze with as much authority as I can command with a dozen Russian handguns pointed at my head. “You called it, Kazi. Going once. Going twice. Sold for fifty thousand to whoever hands you the bag.” Nodding my head towards the bag tucked under Mother Kazi’s armpit, I smile thinly at Kazi. “You took the bag from me. That completes the sale. She belongs to me now.”
Kazi laughs. “Fuck you. There is no deal. You are a dead man anyway for killing Durand. The Skulls will hunt you down like a dog.” He raises his weapon, a Russian-made Steyr 9mm handgun that looks polished and well-maintained. “See you in hell, biker.”
“Wait,” comes a woman’s voice. “That’s a dumb move, even for you, Kazi.”
All heads turn to the source.
It’s Yolanda.
She’s on her feet now, her eyes wide and alert, face peaked and red from Mother Kazi’s slap, that bruise on her cheekbone matching Kazi’s big knuckles and making me see red, the possessive fire blazing hot in my core again, that beast in me roaring for Kazi’s blood.
But Yolanda is talking, and Kazi seems to be listening.
“Listen to me,” says Yolanda, her eyes wide from the surging adrenaline that makes her voice tremble. I can see she’s scared, still in shock, but something in her is forcing those words out. “You’re running a business, Kazi. You made a deal, and if you kill your customer and take back your product, word will spread that you can’t be trusted to complete a deal.”
Kazi snorts, sweeps his gaze across the room, then chuckles and shakes his head. “Nobody will know. These are all my men.”
Yolanda swallows, then shakes her head. “Yes, but all men talk after a few shots of vodka. They might be loyal to you, but there’s a dozen of them in here. Word will spread and you know it, Kazi. You made a deal. You took the money. Reputation matters in every business.”
Kazi scratches his beard with the barrel of his Steyr handgun. He surveys the group of Russian thugs, then grunts and lowers his weapon.
Holy shit.
Yolanda got him to hesitate, got him thinking.
Kazi doesn’t trust his goons to keep their mouths shut when they’re out on the town. And he’s smart enough to know that reputation does matter in every business. Especially a business so dark and illegal that the stakes are high as fuck, the clients always skittish about being double-crossed or ratted out.
Kazi takes a long breath, rumbles it out. He’s about to say something, but Mother Kazi speaks first.
She rattles off something in Russian, shaking her head in my direction, glaring at me with those sunken gray eyes, then looking at Kazi and shaking her head again.
Kazi replies in rapid-fire Russian, then glances at me and raises an eyebrow. “My mother does not trust you, biker. She says you did not come here to buy a woman. It is not your thing. She thinks you will take her back across the border, set her loose, maybe even go to the FBI yourself with her as a witness.” He takes a breath, sighs it out, narrows his gaze in my direction. “Mother is right. You did not come here to buy a woman. In fact, Durand said you were leaving the Skulls. Said you had recently developed a conscience.”
“That was Durand’s idea of a joke,” I say coolly. “He told you that I’m as dirty as anyone. I’ve killed more men than I can count on my fingers and toes. Some of my hits were FBI and ATF informants, bikers who were snitching on our gun-running deals to the government. I’m a wanted man north of the border, and no way I’m walking into a fucking FBI field station and describing your ugly mug to some agent who doesn’t have jurisdiction in Mexico anyway.” I flick my gaze to Yolanda, narrowing my eyes and letting a glint of that dangerous possessiveness show before I look back at Kazi. “Nah, I bought her because I want that pussy, Kazi.” Now I flash a grin that has an edge that scares even me, like this isn’t just me bullshitting to save my own life. “You’re right that I didn’t come here to buy a woman. But like you said, Kazi, a man’s cock doesn’t lie. There’s something about this woman that gets me hard as fuck, just like it got Durand hard, just like it gets you hard, Kazi.” I snort out a laugh. “Hell, we’ve all seen more pussies than a busy midwife. And when you see one like Yolanda’s sweet hole, you need to have it, need to possess it, need to fucking own it!”
Yolanda stares at me in shock as my fist clenches and my jaw grinds, my tortured tone revealing far too much of the dark beast that’s growling in my throat. I tell myself I’m just talking like this to sell the story, to save my life and save Yolanda’s too. But there’s no denying the dangerous undercurrent of truth to the lie.
Kazi gazes at me silently, like he’s buying it, like he senses I’m not really bullshitting him, that there really is something in me that wants Yolanda in a primal, primitive, possessive way.
But before Kazi breaks, his fucking mother butts in again.
“You were not looking at her,” she says, pointing a crooked witch-like finger in my direction. “When she lifted her dress, every man was looking at her cunt except you, biker. You looked away like you are a decent man, like you are some chivalrous knight who respects a woman’s dignity.” She shakes her wrinkled gray head, licking her colorless lips and wagging that bony finger which I’d like to snap off and shove down her cursed throat. “Nice try, biker. But you cannot fool me. You will set her free. I know it.”
Kazi leans his head back, narrows his eyes, gazes down his nose at me. “Is that true, biker? You are a knight in shining armor come to rescue a virgin princess from the big bad dragon?” He flashes a gold-toothed grin, rubs his humongous knuckles on his stubble, then shakes his head thoughtfully. “Perhaps. But I also see the dragon in you, biker. The dragon that yearns to possess, to claim, to take, to own.” He takes a breath, sighs it out. “But I cannot take the risk based on this hunch alone. I need proof. I will honor the sale if you prove that you buy this girl for her pussy, that it is not chivalry that drives you but possession, that you paid fifty thousand dollars and killed your own Skulls brother because your cock needs to be in that hole, your beast needs to feed on her, not free her.”
My entire body goes rigid, and even though I’m not looking at her, I sense Yolanda stiffen where she stands, feel the color rush to her already rose-red cheeks. In my peripheral vision I notice her bare toes curling on the black tiles, and as my attention moves up along the curves of her legs and hips, my cock almost explodes when I realize she’s still clutching her beige panties in one hand.
