Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(40)

JILLIAN


My body is sore, my thighs screaming with overuse. I really hope I don’t have to chase anyone tonight, because I don’t think I could run to the mailbox let alone jump any fences.

Last night was so amazing, almost too good to be true. Waking up this morning, I think it was too good to be true. Zeek seemed off, like he didn’t know how to get out of here quick enough. Did I let him in too easily? Was he only in it for the chase? I should have played harder to get.

I let my head hang in my hands, cursing myself for being so weak.





ZEEK


Walking into the club, I see a bunch of the guys sitting around the bar, some with orange juice and eggs, and some already dipping into the booze. My Aunt Carola is setting plates of warm food down in front of the guys. Her long, dark hair is pulled up into one of those clippy things. She’s curvy, and not afraid to tell you how it is. A lot of the guys call her the house ma, because she takes care of us all. She is my dad’s sister and has a daughter named Nicoletta, who’s very pretty and has the men falling to their knees for her. She’s my family, so of course I put them all in check real f*cking quick.

“Ah, my favorite nephew decided to grace us with his presence today, yeah?” she smarts, her Italian accent thick. I have a slight accent—or so I’ve been told—but it’s only because I’m around it so much; it’s hard not to pick up. “You look like shit. Where you been?”

I smirk, sitting down at the bar.

“Where’s Tinker?” I question. I could use a random f*ck; I need to remind myself of where I belong. Maybe then I can get my head out of my ass and stop f*cking a sheriff. My dick shrivels just thinking about f*cking Tinker after the night I had with Jillian. I rub my palms over my face. What the f*ck is wrong with me?

“How am I supposed to know? She was here earlier.” She places her hand on her hip. “Where did she get that black eye?”

Spooning in a mouthful of eggs, anger replaces my hunger.

“I’m going to handle it.”

“Mm. I’m sure you will, baby.” She pats my arm and walks away.

Felix sits down next to me, Aunt Carola giving him a plate.

“Where is Uncle Frank?”

“I don’t know, haven’t seen him since I called you.”

Well, if he isn’t here, he must not be that damn worried about me being arrested. I sure as hell ain’t looking for him.

“I’m going to go change,” I state, pushing my plate forward.

“You done, hun?”

“Yeah, it was great. Thanks, Aunt Carola.”

“You need more. You don’t eat enough.” She grabs my plate and turns toward the kitchen.

“Aunt Carola, I eat plenty. I’m full.” I chuckle. She is always mothering me, telling me I need to eat more, go to church more.

She ignores me, walking into the kitchen.

I head down the hall, knowing I have a clean shirt in one of the rooms. Saves me a trip from going all the way up to my place.

Stepping into my room, I grab a black Sin City Outlaws shirt from the hanger and pull my cut off.

“There you are.”

Glancing over my shoulder, Dolly is standing in the doorway, wearing something slutty as usual, trailing her finger along the doorframe.

“What?” I respond dryly.

“You’re usually one of the first ones here in the morning. Where were you?”

I snort. “Like that’s any of your damn business.” Pulling my shirt over my head, I turn and glare at her. “Why’d you put your hands on Tinker?”

Her lips purse, trying to hide a devious smile. It pisses me off; her taking control over something she had no damn right to has me seeing red.

Stepping forward, I grab her arm, jerking her forward to get her attention.

“If you put your hands on another member of this club, you’ll be out, banned. Do you understand?”

Yanking her arm from my grip, she scowls, her eyes glossing over. “Well, aren’t we the one to take the moral high road.”

Her gaze flicks to my shoulder and her mouth falls open.

“Is that a f*cking hickey?” Her eyes widen, her nostrils flaring. Looking down, I see a small purple circle. The image of Jillian coming so hard, so delirious with the pleasure my cock was giving her, she tried to hide it by latching her mouth onto my shoulder.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dolly whispers. She tried to kiss me before, tried to lick and suck on my skin, and I turned all the attention where I needed it most—my dick. Told her I wasn’t about getting that physical or emotional with anyone. I didn’t even give it a second thought with Jillian.

“Get it straight, Dolly. We f*cked. We aren’t lovers, we ain’t shit. I keep having to say this to you, and it’s getting old fast.”

Swiping my hands through my hair, my eyes bear down on her. “Us f*cking doesn’t give you any claim on anything. You will apologize to Tinker, or get the f*ck out.” I point to the door, and tears fall from Dolly’s eyes.

“You’re a f*cking *.”

“That’s what I hear.” I side-step her and head down the hall.

She follows me, yelling at the top of her lungs, “You’re an *! What did I do to you, huh? I have done everything you asked for and more!” All the guys stop their chit-chat, and Aunt Carola rolls her eyes.