Colt (Devil's Nightmare MC #10) - Lena Bourne Page 0,81
next to the other—much more neatly than I ever kept stuff in here. Brushes and combs are broken, but their stubs are all there.
It’s as though someone—Monarch?—trashed all my stuff and then felt sorry for it and put it all back. It could only have been him. No one else touches his things. Back in the day that included me as well. I figured he’d never forgiven me for cheating on him. Never. But seeing all my stuff still in this room and the state it was in, a new plan formed in my mind. He wants to believe I hadn’t cheated on him willingly, that I want him and only him. He would take me back if I made him believe that’s the truth.
It’s my only way out, so I better put on the best show of my life.
I’m breathing hard, my head once again throbbing ominously and my stomach protecting by the time I’m all dolled up. I’m wearing the sequined dark blue dress that glimmers like the night sky under the lights in the clubhouse. The front of it is tight and short, the skirt barely covering my inner thighs, but the back is long and flowing like a wedding dress, only trashier, and more beautiful. It’s one of the first things I bought when I hooked up with Monarch and it’s still, to date, the most expensive single item of clothing I’ve ever gotten. It’s a little big on me with all the weight I’ve lost, but it still flows and shimmers very nicely.
The sky outside is dark and I can hear music, laughter, and shouts coming from the clubhouse bar, which I can’t see from the windows since it’s on the other side of this building.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, ignoring the increased throbbing in my head as I struggled to put the finishing touch on this outfit. The sky-high, dark blue patent leather stilettos. I’m not sure I’ll even be able to stand in them, let alone walk, but I’ve never yet done a thing half-way, especially not an outfit, and I’m not about to start now.
I stand to give it a try when the door suddenly, Monarch standing there. Two of his henchmen are behind him, one on each side. I’m sure that doesn’t bode well for me.
But the completely star-struck look on Monarch’s face might. He stopped dead in the doorway, his wide-open eyes fixed on me and glowing, his mouth slightly open, his arms and whole body frozen mid-step.
“I wanted to look nice for you the next time you came to see me,” I coo. “What do you think, baby?”
If I was just a little steadier on my feet, I’d twirl for him, but as it is, I don’t want to spoil this vision by falling flat on my ass.
“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” I whisper. “Just the way you like it.”
“Leave me,” Monarch says to his two henchmen. They look very confused right before he slams the door in their faces.
He strides towards me without breaking eye contact. It’s impossible to read his eyes, but the aura around him is lust. I think I have him.
And as he grabs my lower back and kisses me, I’m pretty sure I’m right.
His kiss is nothing like Colt’s. It’s not even in the same ballpark. Hell, it’s not in the same world. I felt a pinch of guilt over kissing another man, but this is hardly a kiss compared to what me and Colt shared. Hell, it hardly qualifies as a touch compared to that.
I think thinking of Colt made my eyes all lovey and soft, because Monarch smiles as he gazes into my face.
“No use wasting this outfit on the bedroom,” he says. “Come down with me, let’s show them all that my princess is back.”
I never got over how incest-y it sounds when he calls me that, given that he’s the “king”, but I’ve never mentioned it to him either. I let him lead me past the two still very confused men in the hallway. His hand on my lower back is gently steering me, and I’m thanking my lucky stars, bursting inside with joy over how easy this was while letting nothing of it show on my face as I follow him to the clubhouse.
Colt
At just before ten, we entered the Kings’ clubhouse, a wooden warehouse-type structure behind which a large, three-story, condo type building rose. Most of the windows in the big house were dark, but