couple of leads.” His eyes narrowed. “Not sure what the fuck is going on. But we’ll keep chasing it.”
“You need anything. Let us know,” Styx signed.
We were looking for Charley, Adelita’s best friend. We had no fucking idea where she was. But we knew Diego had sent her some-fucking-where. Adelita was happy, but that didn’t stop her crying at night for her best friend who’d disappeared off the face of the earth. I told Styx. He got Chavez and Shadow to look into it. So we were fucking looking into it.
“When we find her, count me the fuck in to get her out of wherever she is.” We all looked to Viking.
“What the fuck for?” Ky asked.
Viking smiled. “That bitch hit me.” I frowned. “At the exchange, when I grabbed her. She fucking punched me in the fucking face.”
“And?” Ky questioned.
“She hit me,” he said like we were all fucking dumb. Viking grabbed his cock through his jeans and smiled. “Been thinking about her ever since.” Fucker whistled and shook his head. “That right hook, that kind of fire in bed . . .” He waggled his eyebrows. “The anaconda won’t be satisfied until he’s tasted her pussy . . . and I’m hoping she slaps me the fuck around in the process too.”
“You get she’s been trafficked or some shit, yeah?” Shadow said.
Vike put his hand on his chest. “I can be sensitive too, Shadow. I’m a man of many talents. A spectrum of emotion.” He held up his hands. “These hands can comfort as well as cause a bitch to squirt.”
“It’s true,” Rudge said, nodding. “I’ve seen it.”
“I don’t even wanna fucking know what that means,” Ky said. “And because of the fucked-up image that’s now in my head, I’m getting drunk. Who’s with me?”
The music lifted in volume, and all the brothers drank. Beau sat in the corner most of the night, just watching. Smiler ended up sitting beside him. Solomon and Samson—the cult survivors—too. They were back to hanging around the club. Always thought they’d make good Hangmen. After the Klan and cartel shit, we could use them.
I made my way to Adelita. In fact, I never left her fucking side. And with every laugh and smile, I wanted to be at the party less and less. I wanted her back in our room. A few hours in, with brothers fucked off their faces, she must have seen it in my face. Taking my hand, Adelita led me through the club and to our room.
The minute the door shut, I pushed her against it. “Fuck my injuries, there’s no fucking way I ain’t taking your pussy tonight, princess.”
Adelita reached down and gripped my cock through my jeans. She smiled, and I smashed my mouth to hers. I threw my cut and shirt to the floor, then kicked off my boots and jeans. I didn’t give a fuck about the tattoos that hadn’t even started to heal. Nothing was stopping me from fucking Lita tonight. Not one fucking thing.
Drawing back, I pulled Adelita’s dress down, baring her tits. “So fucking perfect,” I growled. Adelita stepped out from the dress, slipped her cut back on, then walked to the bed . . . fuck, she’d kept on her red lace panties too. I wanted her. I wanted her so much. But when she lay down and held out her arms, I no longer wanted it to be fast.
Moving to the bed, I crawled over her. Adelita looked into my eyes, and she put her hands around my neck. “We finally get our wedding night,” she said and smiled. “I finally get to love you as my husband.”
Slowly, I kissed Adelita. I peeled off her panties, and without breaking from her mouth, slid inside her. Adelita moaned, and I pulled back to watch her face. She never looked away from me. Even as she came, digging her red-painted nails into my shoulders, making me come too. She never fucking once looked away.
A tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m so happy, Tanner,” she whispered. She swallowed. “I’m so happy that I’m worried it can’t last. That we’ll be ripped from each other again.”
I pushed her hair off her face. “Never, princess. That’s never fucking happening. No one is taking you from me again.” I dropped my forehead to hers. “We’re getting a place close by. We’re gonna have a kid. And we’re gonna have a fucking family. Christ knows we deserve it.”
“Tanner . . .” she whispered and kissed my lips. “That sounds perfect.”
And it did. It took a fucking long time. But we did it.
The White Prince.
The cartel princess.
The world tried to keep us apart.
We told the world “fuck you.”
*****
Governor Ayers
Hidden location, Texas
I pulled the hood over my head. I heard the low murmur of voices, of chanting, from the end of the tunnel. The lights were low; the temperature was hot. When I entered the main room, he looked up. The knife in his hand was coated in blood. His eyes narrowed as I drew back my hood.
“Where’s the shipment?” he asked, licking the blood from the blade of his knife.
“Not coming. The shipments have stopped. Distribution has been compromised.”
Silence met me, then, “And who is responsible?”
“The Hades Hangmen. Austin chapter. They’re responsible for it all.”
He walked toward me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Then they’re dead. They all will die.”
Turning, I pulled up my hood and walked back down the tunnel . . . and smiled.