Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(41)

Having enough of the drama, I stop and turn toward the bitch. “That’s just it, Dolly, you’re too easy. I need someone with a little more fight, a f*cking equal. We had fun. I told you before you crawled into my bed that we were f*cking, that was it. You got it twisted in your head that you could… I don’t know, fix me, make me change my mind. That’s on you!” I roar, pointing at her in anger.

Dolly scoffs, crossing her arms. “You’ll be coming back to me. You watch.”

I point at my head, conveying how f*cked-up this chick is. “Unbelievable.”

“Alright, Dolly, let’s go. I think you’ve caused enough of a scene today,” Mac interferes, wrapping his arm around Dolly’s waist before escorting her back down the hall.

“What kind of candy are you sticking your dick in, brother? Seems all the bitches want a taste of it.” Bones chuckles.

“You always did attract the crazy ones,” Aunt Carola adds, shaking her head.

“She’ll find another mattress to warm, I’m sure,” I state.

“I think that girl has a sex addiction and enough insecurities to fill the cavernous vagina she’s sportin’,” Aunt Carola spits, shaking her head. Felix nearly shoots orange juice out of his nose from laughing so hard.

“What the hell, Ma?” Bones chuckles, pushing his plate of eggs forward with a disgusted face.

“I don’t know where she comes up with this shit.” I shake my head with a raised brow.





JILLIAN


The day has been long, but thankfully uneventful. If I move just right, I can feel the ache between my thighs that was caused by Zeek. It’s both an amazing reminder and one that brings guilt. It’s bittersweet. When I’m with him, it’s as if nothing outside of the walls that confine us matters. He’s not the bad guy, and I’m not the good girl. We are just us, totally lost in one another. But as soon as I step outside of that safe box, reality hits me and guilt riddles my mind.

Hitting up the old highway, I reverse back into my spot. I go here often when I hunt. Nobody can see my car surrounded by random shrubbery and rocks, making it easy for me to catch speeders.

Turning the lights off, I sit back and sigh heavily. Man, it’s been a slow day. I look at the clock—one more hour before I’m off work. A motorcycle passes and hits its brakes. I quirk an eyebrow, curious why the motorist has stopped. Sitting up in my seat, the bike turns around illegally, heading right toward my cruiser.

“Shit,” I whisper. The bike pulls off into my alcove, and that’s when I spot the insignia on the leather jacket—‘Sin City Outlaws, Zeek’.

Whipping off his helmet then turning off the bike’s engine, he smirks. “So it’s you who sits in this little spot every time.”

“You mean to tell me you know I’m here?”

He laughs.

“Sorry to break it to ya, but everyone knows that a sheriff car sits here at night.” I think Christmas was just ruined. I surely thought nobody knew I was sitting here.

Setting his helmet on his bike, he drops the kickstand and climbs off.

“What are you doing?” I murmur.

Ignoring me, he strides to the other side of the car and gets in.

“What are you doing?!” I nearly shout.

“Sitting.” He starts playing with dials and buttons on the dash.

“You know…” He shifts in his seat, looking into the back. “I’ve never been up front before.”

I can’t contain my laughter. “How many times have you been arrested?”

He twists his mouth like he’s trying to concentrate.

“Shit, I don’t know. I lost count.”

“Well, to answer your question, it’s been a slow night. Mid-week is usually like this.”

He relaxes into his seat, his head dropped back onto the headrest.

“If I was smart, Jillian, I wouldn’t be here. Actually, if I was smart, I would have never touched you.” His words sting, the truth in them feeling like a double-edged sword.

“Why’s that?” I shrug, his words angering me.

“Because I’m going to hurt you.”

“You don’t know that.”

He chuckles, like I just said the stupidest thing in the world.

“You’re a smart girl, don’t be dumb.”

My mouth pops open, words of fury ready to spill.

“But then again, I’m street-smart and I’m still not strong enough to walk away. I can save you from a lot of things, Jillian, but I can’t save you from me.”

I don’t know how to feel or respond to that.

Silence fills the car. I wish I was strong enough to walk away, too. But I’m not.

“Wow, it really is a slow night.”

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, told ya.”

“You want me to get on my bike and speed past, give you something to chase?”

“Ha! When I catch you, then what? Take you into custody just so they can release you again?”

He turns and starts fiddling with the frays on his torn jeans.

“Nah, that won’t happen.” He looks up, a playful gleam in his eyes. “‘Cause you won’t catch me.”

“Buh… huh…” I stammer. “I bet I can, I’m pretty good at driving.”