Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(47)

I screamed into his mouth, waiting for his own cries of pleasure. He gave them to me, filling me with his delicious seed, because he, too, was my good boy, and I loved that even more.

As I took his beautiful face in, his eyes rolled back, his mouth curving up with a sated smile. “Welcome back to me. Your real home.”

I grinned back, a certain peace I’d never found anywhere but with him wrapping around me like a fuzzy blanket, shutting out the whole world with all its problems and dangers.

He rolled me off him and laid me gently on the sheets. Then he spread my legs and watched his cum spill from my pussy, filling me with a new rush of arousal. I glanced at his cock, being a bad girl one more time, and he, with his cock that was still hard, made me his good girl one more time.

Then he curled me up against his body and kissed me goodnight, promising me to banish the nightmares away so I could sleep, like old times. I closed my eyes as he folded his arms around me, unbothered with tomorrow.

Until he said, “I’d kill about anyone just for you to sleep through the night without nightmares.”

That wasn’t the first time he’d said something similar to me. After he knew whom I was, he kept promising me that. Back then, I found it sweet and even satisfactory. But now, it felt the opposite. Knowing Ty, his promise wasn’t just empty words. It was literal and real. It didn’t bother me when whom he meant were the Larvins and the criminals that threatened my existence.

Except now, he didn’t mean just them. He meant the Night Skulls and their president. His own father.

My heart squeezed dangerously, painfully at the thought, and unlike before, I wasn’t equally scared for Tirone and Laius. I was scared of Tirone for Laius. I didn’t want Ty to kill Laius, and not because of how gruesome that sounded or how Ty would end up in prison or worse. I simply didn’t want Laius dead because losing him outweighed all the other pains and guilt and shame.

What did that mean?

Just like that, Tirone brutally snatched away the peace that had washed over me, and my eyes snapped open for fear of what I’d see when I closed them.





CHAPTER 26


Furore



“He has your fucking temper.” Molar sat next to me on the patio step, lit a cigarette, handed it to me and then another for him.

I took mine and watched the little fire blaze under the tobacco that mimicked the rage I was bottling underneath.

“What are we gonna do about Rex, Prez?”

“Not now, Molar.”

“Then fucking when? When that knife is resting in your heart?”

“Look, I know you didn’t want him as a member, but he’s my boy.”

“He’s mine, too. I’m his fucking Godfather or did you forget? But the rules were made for a reason, and they don’t discriminate. Blood or not, he attacked the members of the Night Skulls and tried to kill the president.”

My gaze traveled to the rubble and blood the prospects were cleaning up behind me. “He will be punished by our law for the damages he’s caused to the compound and the men he hurt.” I gave him a warning stare. “But that’s it.”

“He fucking pulled a knife on you.”

“And I’m right here, sitting in front of you without a fucking scratch. And when you ask me at Church, I’ll say that knife was mine. He picked it up by accident. Jo mistakenly thought he was going to use it against me, but that was all a huge misunderstanding. You hear me?”

Shaking his head, he took a drag from the cigarette. “For how long are you gonna let him walk away with murder?”

“For as long as it takes.” I wouldn’t let my only son die. Even if the rules I wrote earned him a kill switch. I gave him back the cigarette. “Take this shit. I quit in the Arena.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“They didn’t have the brand I liked there and by the time y’all sent it over, it’d been a week without, and for whatever fucked up shit I thought maybe if I could quit, if I could give up one thing that Rex always hated about me, he might come talk to me.”

“The little ass prince ain’t like smoking?”

“No. On the few occasions when I saw him over the years, he always complained about how I reeked of smoke.”

“Well, unfortunately for him and us, he lives here now and he’s got to get used to it.”

“He didn’t come talk to me there either. By the time I said the hell with it and was about to burn my lungs instead of burning my fucking soul, I met Jo. She smelled like a fucking Laundromat, always so clean, and her teeth were made of pearls. She’s never smoked a day in her life.”

“But you love tobacco even more than pussy. You smoked two fucking packs a day. You telling me you didn’t go back to your favorite thing just to score? She wasn’t even your ol’ lady yet.”

I glanced at the dawning sky, the glitter of the fading moon that reminded me of her eyes. “She became my favorite thing.”

“Damn.” A puff of smoke came out of his mouth. “Then what the fuck are you still doing here? Go to her, come clean about Madeline and win your pussy back,” he blew out another puff, narrowing his eyes at me, “before someone else thinks he’s entitled to it.”

My head jerked down toward him as my fists tightened around the lapels of his shirt. “The fuck that means?”