Page 26 of Bought By the Biker

A tight smile breaks on my lips. “Not sure if I like the idea of you having lively conversation with Kazi. And you sure as hell are not dancing for him.” My throat tightens at the image of Yolanda swaying those gorgeous hips to music raining down from the heavens. Then my vision goes red with murder when that image expands to include a lustful dragon-monster with Kazi’s face and talons that resemble oozing dicks. “Shit, I am losing my damn mind, Yolanda.”

“Me too,” says Yolanda, her voice wavering as we both glance at the dashboard clock and realize it’s time. We’d kept an eye on the auction-house entrance for Kazi’s return after his Range Rover tore out of the parking lot, presumably to rush to his dead mother’s body. He returned an hour ago, and we’d decided to wait for him to issue his seek-and-destroy orders. Then we’d watched as his goons emptied out of the auction-house, the last carload of thugs driving past the end of this alley ten minutes ago.

Which means it’s showtime.

Yolanda turns to me, her eyes wild with adrenaline, her lips trembling with what I know is a mix of fear and excitement. Again my brain screams that I’m crazy to let her do this, but after fighting it out, Yolanda won the day.

Just like she’s won my heart.

Showed me that we really are made for each other.

We’re not just lovers but partners.

And as risky and repulsive as this plan could turn out to be, Yolanda is right that it gives me the best shot to kill Kazi. We need to separate Kazi from his bodyguards. As good as I am in a firefight, there’s no way I’m busting in on Kazi and two other armed guys and shooting them all without taking a bullet. And although I’m ready to die for Yolanda, if I die without killing Kazi, he will hunt her down eventually, regardless of whether he knows she killed his mother.

Because Yolanda was right about one other thing.

Kazi wants that pussy too.

Wants it in a way that just might make him do something stupid.

“How do I look?” Yolanda asks breathlessly.

“Where’s your pullover?” I grumble. “You’re showing too much skin for my liking.”

“Thought you liked my skin,” she whispers wickedly, kissing me on the cheek and getting out of the car without her pullover. She’s in just those black tights and matching black tank top that makes her look like a curvy assassin. The turquoise trim on her shiny sneakers adds a strange whimsy to her look that makes me grin in a way that confirms I’ve lost my mind, like I’m suddenly sure that Yolanda is the centerpiece of this entire story, that all of this started because a man’s cock does not lie, because a man’s cock understands nothing but pussy, and when it finds a pussy it wants, it will twist time and squeeze space and maneuver the man to get that pussy and keep it forever.

And my cock stiffens now as I watch Yolanda walk down the alley, her ass moving in the afternoon sun, her hips swaying like a cobra hypnotizing the world.

Then she’s knocking on the auction-house door. I watch as one of Kazi’s guys opens it a crack. Yolanda says something to him. My breath catches as the Russian goon pops back inside the auction-house, probably to check with Kazi.

Now the door opens wide.

Yolanda enters the dragon’s lair.

And I spring into action.

My cock pulling me ahead with raging fury that I dare let what’s ours out of our sight, out of our reach, out of our possession.

“Go get our pussy back!” my livid cock howls.

“She’s ours!” my burning balls roar.

“He could be touching your property right now!” my jealous brain shouts.

“But nobody can truly take her from you,” my calm heart whispers. “Because she’s yours. She always was yours. In this life and every life. She’s yours, Brock. Now go get her back. Kill the dragon. Rescue your princess. Finish your story.”

13

YOLANDA

I’m finished.

I know it the moment I walk into that auction-hall and see Kazi sitting alone on a wooden chair, a half-empty bottle of vodka dangling from his hand. His heavy shoulders are slumped in grief, his rough black beard glistening with tears, his bearlike eyes dull and lifeless.

“Yolanda!” he says, those eyes lighting up briefly, like he’s somehow glad to see me. He takes a long swig from the bottle, his bloodshot eyes barely able to focus on my face. “You have returned to Kazi? You love Kazi?”

I stare in muted shock as Kazi grins forlornly like a sad, drunken ape. I don’t know if losing his mother broke him into little pieces, reduced him to a little boy in desperate need of love. But I do know that Kazi’s two bodyguards are standing behind me. They aren’t going to leave unless Kazi kicks them out.

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