OUTLAW KING(19)

“I don’t feel safe,” I said.

King touched my face. Reaching back with his other hand, he opened the door.

As his thumb stroked my cheek, I felt my heart started to crack.

“King…”

“Lock your door. I’ll give you my cell number if something happens. You know I’ll always protect you. But anything more, sweetie, right now…” He slowly shook his head. “Fuck.”

King pulled me in and planted a kiss to my lips.

“Hate me all you want, but you know this is right.”

King broke away from me and left the apartment.

I stood there, holding the shoebox of notes.

King came crashing into my life and then was sucked away. Just like a f*cking wave. This time it felt like the wave had hit me hard… and I was now drowning.





14


(King) *NOW*

I COULDN’T STOP THINKING about the ring. She let some guy put a ring on her finger. And that same guy was then going to take a swing at her? Well, that guy would never touch her again. That was for sure. But the ring? That was something else. That was making a promise to another man. It shouldn’t have hurt me the way it did. I had gone looking for her. I had wanted to see what kind of life she had.

I throttled my motorcycle and sped up, taking a turn with speed. I tempted the road, the reaper, tempting everything to go wrong and have me drop my motorcycle and end up dead.

It didn’t happen.

In some weird way I almost felt invincible. Yet the only thing that could hurt me was Linds. And she was doing a great f*cking job at it.

Giving me a box of letters then?

I didn’t need to see that shit. I knew every word that was in those letters. I wrote those words. I sent those words to Linds. I gave them to her as though I was able to slice a piece of my heart out of my chest and give it to her. That was the entire f*cking point of it all. So she knew how I felt, no matter what happened.

I rode right to the strip club and parked my ride next to the rest of the Reap. I could only imagine the hell they were in there stirring up by then. I ripped open the side door and walked inside. The flashing lights and thudding music overtook my senses, along with the sight of beautiful woman strutting on a long stage.

I saw Knox and Slam standing at the back wall, a beer for each one. They were talking. Of course they were talking. They were so f*cking wrapped up their lives and the Reap, they were missing the * all around. I couldn't say I blamed them though. My mind and heart was back in Linds’s apartment.

Knox hugged me and asked, “Did you get what you wanted?”

“No,” I said.

“I’m sorry, bro.” He patted my chest. “Take a load off. Literally.”

“We talked to Sabrina,” Slam said. “She’s yours for the night.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw the rest of the guys at the stage, drinking, whistling, enjoying the attention of four topless women. I walked up to the group and put my arms around them.

“What do I have to do to get a f*cking cold beer around here?”

Ejiah reached to his right and took someone else’s drink. The guy turned, stared right at the group of us, and then put his hands up. A total dick move by us, sure, but goddamn it was such a great feeling to have such power.

I threw the beer bottle back, tasting its beautiful taste, my eyes locked straight forward right at a set of huge tits. Her left nipple was pierced with a ring. I could easily hook the tip of my tongue through that ring and pull hard enough to make her scream.

“And who are you, bad boy?” she asked me as her curvy hips jutted left to right. She ran her hands up her body, over her breasts, and into her hair.

Christ, her tits were so full that when she lifted her arms up, they were still firm and huge.

“Just got out of prison for murder,” I said.

“Oh, prison,” she whispered. “That sounds scary.”

“Not a chance,” I said. “What’s your name?”

“Serenity.”

“Of course it is.”

Ari flipped a ten to Serenity and tucked it into her g-string. “Hey, my brother here could use a little drink. And you know what I mean by that.”

Serenity smiled and leaned over the stage. She fell to her knees and reached for me. Her nails dug into the back of my head as she quickly cupped her right tit. She pulled me right to her tit. I smelled her warm, soft skin. The scent of a woman. It was delicious but not the meal I wanted.

A second later I felt someone pull at the top of my leather cut.

“That’s enough,” a voice said.

I spun around and saw another woman standing there.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked.

“This is Sabrina,” Matteo said. “You’re gift for the night.”

Sabrina ran one finger across my cheek and to my bottom lip. “You don’t get to touch or enjoy anything else but me, do you understand?”

“No, I don’t,” I said. “I don’t take orders very well.”

“Then that’s something we’re going to have to fix. Follow me, bad boy.”

Sabrina turned, tossing her bleach blonde hair all around. She was a tiny little thing with a beautifully curved ass that swayed left to right as she walked.

I followed her to a private back room where she pointed to a big leather chair. I took a seat and smiled, loving my life right then.