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“Anything exciting?” She tries to keep me talking, holding on to my wrist to keep my hand where she wants me. She knows I’m liable to snatch the pleasure away from her any second.
“I’m not sure yet.” I plant a kiss on her cheek and shift her off my lap, causing her to throw her head back and moan in frustration.
“I really hate you, Brax Marshall,” she snarls at me.
“Don’t go all princess on me.” I stand to pull my jeans back up my thighs, and she sits on her knees, taking hold of my waistband and using it to pull me back in front of her.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” She does that cute nose wrinkle thing at me before kissing my lips, and I slide my hand around her hip and give her a hard, sharp spank on her ass.
“Get back to your assignment,” I wink, snatching up my T-shirt and tearing myself away from her before I make myself late.
“I’ll meet you at the club later,” I call back at her as I make my way out the door toward my bike and head down to the club. Now we’re on good terms with our neighbors, I can cut through the reservation, and it takes much less time to get there.
I know exactly where I’ll find who I’m looking for. Storm’s been working harder than ever to prove he’s worthy of the cut just lately. He knows there’s no in until he’s got a ride.
Club rules state you got to know your way around a bike before you can claim to be a Dirty Soul, and he’s been working on the chassis I got him for weeks now.
Of course, I could throw him some slack and teach him myself, but he’s still gotta learn that asking for help isn’t a weakness before that happens.
“How you getting on?” I stand over him as he tightens the bolts on the engine, he must be putting back in for the twentieth time.
“Like shit.” He kicks the wheel, and when the mudguard falls off, I slide a finger across my mouth and try not to laugh.
“We’ve all been there,” I tell him, remembering how tough it was when I was prospecting back in Utah. Brian Donavon taught me everything he knew about bikes… but only when I was man enough to swallow my pride and ask him to.
“How about you forget the bike for a few hours,” I suggest, because what Storm here doesn’t know is that I’ve got a surprise for him.
I’ve been watching him for a while, seen a darkness I recognize building up inside him. Storm's always been edgy. I see a lot of myself in the kid, and it's the reason I agreed to sponsor him. But ever since all the shit went down with Troj’s old lady, I’ve noticed him spiraling. What Storm witnessed can’t have been easy, the fact he couldn’t do anything about it must have made it even harder. Add to that the determination he’s got to find his sister, and you got yourself a recipe for destruction. It’s my job as his sponsor to make sure he gets what he needs.
And I’ve got just the thing.
“I’m not cleaning the jizz off the couches again. No one ever lands Tawk with that shit, and he’s new,” he complains to me.
“You're gonna like what I got for you, I promise.” I nod my head toward the garage door and move out, knowing curiosity will have him following close behind me.
I’d never admit it to him, but I feel bad for killing Adriano before he got the chance to find out what happened to his sister. In my defense, that kiddy fiddling cunt tried hurting my girl, and I had no idea who Storm or his sister was back then, but that doesn't make up for the fact the kid may never get answers.
What I’ve got in my basement room is a good start at making up for that.
Storm follows me through the foyer of the club, then through the door that leads to the basement staircase. The walls are narrow, and the lights are dim as I lead him down the corridor, passing the doors to Grimm and Jessie’s rooms before I come to a stop in front of mine.
“What’s this shit about?” Storm looks at me suspiciously. And I offer him a dark smile before I open the door for him to see for himself.
The guy I’ve got tied to the chair starts moaning through the gag in his mouth, shifting the chair across the floor in a state of panic.
He’s young like Storm. Handsome too, if you like the preppy, college boy type. I roughed him up a little before I brought him in, this may be a treat for Storm, but I wasn’t about to let him have all the fun with it.
“Who is that?” Storm fixes his eyes on the scared wreck in front of him.
“I know you’re struggling, Storm,” I get real with him, not giving a shit if the mother fucker in front of us hears, “I can see you need an outlet, and this is it.” I nod my head at my gift.
“But who is he?” Creases appear on Storm’s forehead, but he remains calm despite the fuss Tyler Delkerman is making.
“Tyler, used to work for Adriano,” I reveal, watching Storm flex his fingers before crushing them into fists. “He used to be a roper, didn’t you?” I stab Tyler with my pupils.
“What the fuck’s a roper?” Storm asks, trying to keep his breathing steady when I can see how much he wants to pounce.
“Look at his face, Storm.” I move behind the bastard, gripping his hair and forcing his head up so Storm can see. “He’s a good-looking guy, got those trusting types of eyes, and if he wasn’t shit fucking scared right now, I’m sure he’d have a prize-winning smile for ya too. He’s every teenage girl's fantasy.” Saying the words make me sick to my stomach. I may have never had a little sister, but I got a niece on the way. I’d quite happily dedicate my life to stealing the souls from cunts like this one who are a threat to her.
