Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(118)
“I'm fine. Look, I'm telling you she's gonna work with us. If she doesn't, you can take me out to the courtyard and put a f*cking bullet in my head. And I'd deserve a whole lot worse for f*cking over this family on a gut feeling.”
Daniel held out a hand. “Stop right there. I'm willing to give this crazy shit a chance because we've got no better way to get to the Italian, but you're gonna need more than guts backing this up. I've been wanting to try out my new gear anyway.”
“The bug?” I exhaled slowly. “What good's it gonna do? Yeah, we'll be able to see where she's at and what the f*ck she's doing. But really, if she wants to f*ck us over as soon as she's outta our grasp, it's not like we can come roaring in to deal with it. Not when she's in family territory.”
Lev folded his arms and Daniel glared at me like I'd flipped my f*cking lid. Maybe I truly had. I'd f*cked and unloaded in that sweet thing six or seven times last night, mere hours ago, and my cock was already throbbing the more I ate, hungry for more.
“She's not going anywhere unless D does his thing, brother. I'm not gonna f*cking allow it. You know I'm right. Papa would start kindling a fire in his f*cking grave from the spin if we let that bitch walk home without something on her. You believe your hunch is right. We want to believe it too. Keeping tabs on her will prove everybody's sincere. Maybe we'll even let her go without that friendly talk.”
I swallowed. Fuck, much as I didn't want to admit it, he was right. And this time, the gut feeling about sending Sabrina back had damned well better be right. If she turned tail and f*cked us over, betrayed me...
She'd die. And I'd probably die in the process putting her and her twisted uncle down.
No, damn it, this had to work.
“Okay,” I said at last. “I'll slip it on her tonight before I tell her the news. She'll be ready to go tomorrow.”
“Make sure she is,” Lev said, ripping down to his pear's core with his teeth. “We've already taken some serious delays. You know the state's bringing the Feds in to hunt your ass, right?”
Daniel nodded. “It's a small miracle they haven't dropped in on us yet. Keeping the family name off this place will give us shelter for awhile, but it's only a matter of time before some badge comes sniffing here, looking for Anton.”
I didn't say anything. I wasn't a f*cking fool. I knew damned well my chances to help end the war with the Italians were ticking away by the second.
Tick-tick-f*cking-tock.
The big clock beneath our grandfather's portrait clicked behind me, a real world reminder of everything around me narrowing like a goddamned noose.
I'd make this shit work. Sabrina would waltz in, work with Gioulio to get us his location, and then I'd swoop in and carry her away after putting lead in that f*cker. I'd carry her away like a caveman if I had to. No f*cking way was I leaving her behind to rot.
And next time, I'd take my girl away from this shit for good. Far, far away. Somewhere we'd be safe from being separated. Anywhere we could both put this dark shit behind us and get down to what really mattered.
She was in the bath when I found her that evening, probably soaking her sore muscles after the night we'd had. I couldn't help but suppress a grin that I'd done that to her.
Her hands sloshed through water when I pushed open the door. “Don't you ever knock?”
“Not necessary, babe. It's not like there's anything in here I haven't seen before – and I'm gonna see it all again up close real f*cking soon.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “You're very sure of yourself.”
I shrugged. “It's easy to know my odds after the way you screamed on this dick last night. You gonna bathe here all night or have you worked up an appetite yet?”
“I'm starving.”
“Then let's get you dressed and have some dinner. I got the chef to set us up in a special spot. I think we can dine outside tonight. You won't run off.”
I stuck a hand in my pocket and fingered the bug. Fuck, slipping that little black chip into her shit tonight felt wrong. But it was the only sane thing to do before I sent her on her merry way, the only way my brothers were gonna let her go back to Chicago at all.
There was still a damned good chance everything could go wrong once she was outta here too. Who knew when I'd get to run my hands through that soft black hair again? What if it was months before I tasted her sweet cunt, or felt the way it jerked around me when I slammed my cock to the hilt?
Fuck, f*ck f*ck. I was already missing her, and she wasn't even gone yet.
“Let's go,” I growled, stepping up to the tub and pulling her up with one hand.
She looked so damned delectable I wanted to rip off my clothes, push her back into the water, and f*ck her right there. I'd make the water in the tub rain all over the f*cking bathroom with how bad I needed to be inside her, raw and desperate, fevered as the way my skin burned a few degrees higher just looking up and down her sleek, naked body.
“Okay, okay! I'm coming,” she said, flopping over the little step against my chest.
I reluctantly let her go and handed her a towel. Then I tugged her back into my grasp while I dried her off. Any excuse to get my rough hands on her was a good one. Something about the bath made her skin smoother than ever, exquisite in a special, feminine way.