Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(83)

“I’m in.”

Two words that changed my entire life two and a half years ago, Briggs was right. I had no f*cking idea what I was getting myself into. There was so much that happened behind closed doors that she never introduced me to. That she never told me about for whatever the reason. I was her bodyguard for over two years before I took over and became boss man. After being in this lifestyle you would think I’d have experience, but I felt like I hadn’t learned one f*cking thing. That I was seeing everything for the first time through new eyes, a completely different outlook on life and everything it had to offer.

The power. The respect. The money.

The drugs…

Jesus Christ, the f*cking drugs.

When Briggs was in charge and we were traveling it was all about the meetings, the locations, the shipments, the costs, the quantities, and how to import it into the US. It was very rare that we saw or handled the actual drugs that she was trafficking. Unless we were partying, they weren’t really around. Except the pain pills and weed I had on me constantly.

But now…

They weren’t ever not around.

Briggs walked in with groceries in her hands. My girl had become domesticated since she had all the time in the world to do what she wanted. She hadn’t gone on runs with me in well over a year. It was better to have her stay home. I didn’t have to worry about her safety that way. I could handle my business and come home to her.

The best part of my day was coming to home to her.

Even after almost five years of being together, she still took my goddamn breath away. On several occasions I would come home and she would have Spanish music blaring through the speakers. Her hips and body swayed to the beat while she cooked our dinner. She looked sexy as f*ck. I would stand there and watch her move in a way only Briggs could. So addicted to the sight of her dancing that I knew no one else had ever seen. I’d stand out of view, waiting until the song was over before I’d carry her to the closest place, where I would have my way with her. Ordering her to say dirty things to me in Spanish before I’d make her come with my tongue, my fingers, and my f*cking cock.

“Baby, come try this shit,” I stated, snorting another line from the new shipment of blow we received that morning.

My boys Jon and Mitch were sitting on the couch across from me, smoking a blunt. They worked for Martinez too, and we became friends about a year ago. It was easier to have friends that lived in this lifestyle. I didn’t have to hide what I did or who I was.

It made things simple.

Briggs walked into the living room, cocking her head to the side. “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t get high off my own stash.”

“Technically, it’s mine,” I replied, leaning back into the couch letting the blow take over me.

The distinct taste of the drip running down the back of my throat was the best f*cking part. She shook her head in disappointment, walking out onto the balcony.

I sighed, getting up to go follow her out there.

“Go show her who’s boss,” Jon laughed.

I flipped him off, grabbing her birthday present that I’d hid under the bed. She was turning twenty-four the next day, and I wanted it to be perfect. I put a lot of thought into my gift. I planned on spending the entire day with her, but that wouldn’t happen if I didn’t straighten this shit out now.

I knew why she was pissed.

Briggs was leaning against the railing, already lost in thought. Even though she had just stepped out there not even a minute ago. It was happening a lot more lately, which only meant I had to work extra hard to make her smile for me. She didn’t really acknowledge me when I walked out, shutting the double doors behind me.

I lit a cigarette, making my way over to her. Sliding her hair to the side to kiss the back of her neck like I knew she loved.

“Austin…”

“What, baby?” I rasped, turning her to face me.

“You said you weren’t going to get high today. Remember last night you said—”

“Was that before or after I made you come on my cock?” I asked, kissing along her neck.

“That’s not fair,” she replied, pushing me off.

I took a drag of my cigarette, blowing it out to the side. I caged her in with my arms, placing my hands on the railing. She still hadn’t noticed the gift in my hands, she was obviously too pissed off at me to care.

“Hey.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you.” I kissed her cheeks and all over her face. “Where’s my girl? Hmm… where’s my Daisy?”

On her birthday last year, I tattooed a key over my heart with the name Daisy engraved on it. I surprised her with it later that night in bed when she was touching the scar near my heart like she did every night.

I kissed her lips, beckoning her to open them for me. When she finally did, I groaned into her mouth, and she smiled against mine. Her resolve was breaking. She could never stay mad at me.

We loved each other too much.

“I got you something, birthday girl.”

She smirked. “My birthday’s tomorrow. You trying to butter me up, Austin?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

I stepped back, taking another drag off my cigarette before snubbing it out in the ashtray. Then handing her the gift.

“I see you wrapped it yourself,” she teased, making fun of my shitty attempt.