Kiss_Bang (Lost Devils MC #1) - Madison Faye Page 0,25

him, and snuck off to the back entrance of the old fort. It’s there where the food staff, the cooks, the bartenders, and all of that come through to assist Jorge’s guests. It’s also where they keep a giant trash compactor that gets emptied into truck once every two weeks and carted off to God knows where.

Rest in pieces, Carlos.

The whole place is on edge, but the worst of it is that it means I don’t see Catalina for a fucking week. The days go by slowly, maddeningly so. I’ve had longer bouts of nothing in here over the years—longer in the solitary hole too. But this time, its torture. Because this time, I know what’s out there—this time, I know who’s out there, waiting for me.

On the fifth day, I’m ready to tear my fucking head off. I’m half asleep on my cot when I hear the ping of something strike the dirty rock-hewn floor. I frown, and in the moonlight from the overhead hole, I spot it.

A rock.

But it’s a rock wrapped in paper. I frown and grab it, yanking the paper that’s been taped onto it off. I look up at the hole it was clearly dropped from, and my jaw tightens. I look back at the paper in my hand though, and suddenly, my heart melts.

“Mi corazón,” it reads in soft feminine handwriting. And there, beneath it, a lipstick mark from lips.

Her lips.

I groan, bringing the note to my face. It fucking smells like her, too. The fire inside of me blazes to life, and I groan as I look up at the hole in the ceiling. I know she’s not right up there—the hole looks up into the courtyard of a part of the old barracks. She had to have thrown this from the parapets of the wall surrounding the courtyard, which is a phenomenal fucking shot. I know I won’t see her, and she won’t see me, but I look up anyways at the moon.

For the first time in my life, I’m not just fighting, I have a reason to fight. For the first time in my life, I know what I want.

And I’m not waiting another second without her.

“Hola, puta.”

I frown and open my eyes. It’s Manuel—I knew from his footsteps, and those stupid fucking candies.

“Big fight tomorrow, bitch.”

I say nothing, and he chuckles.

“Sometimes, you make me very angry, Hush Hush. But today?” he laughs. “Oh, not today. I went into town last night and got some puuuuussy.”

He drawls the word out disgustingly. My face is neutral as I stare at him through the bars.

“Se?or Del Campo, he pays me well to keep you locked up like a dog, bitch. So I bought some nice whore last night.”

“Y cómo es tu madre?” I smile.

And how is your mother.

Manuel’s face darkens, and I half except him to call his boys in again to jump me with tasers, but he swallows it back. He smiles thinly, wagging a finger.

“Uh-uh, Hush Hush,” he says. “No, not today. Today, I am in too good a mood for your bitch ass.”

I shrug.

“No, I had fun last night. But man,” he sighs and his grin curls at the corner of his mouth. “You know who I bet has a sweet, sweet little pussy? Huh, Hush Hush?”

I shrug again, silent.

“Guess.”

“Fuck off, Manuel.”

He chuckles.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Too bad no pussy for you, huh? And you know who I talk about.”

“No, I don’t.”

He smiles wickedly.

“Se?orita Del Campo.”

I see fucking red.

“Ooo, la la!” Manuel chuckles, shaking his head and whistling, seemingly oblivious of the ticking nuclear bomb he’s set off inside of me on the other side of the bars from him.

“I would tear that pussy up! That whore last night? I close my eyes and I pretend it’s that little rich bitch.” He crows in laughter and mimes thrusting the air in front of him.

“I bet that’s some good pussy; you know?”

My jaw clenches, my teeth grinding.

“Fuck you,” I hiss darkly.

He laughs.

“Aww, you got a crush, Hush Hush?” he chuckles again. “Maybe someday, I fuck her good and tell you about it, no?”

I stand from my cot, and he laughs.

“You mad?” he jeers. “Good! You fight good tonight. I have lots of bets going, so don’t fuck up.”

I start to walk towards the cell door. Manuel is standing right at the line spray painted on the floor on his side of it, and he grins lecherously at me.

“Si, I fuck her good, Hush Hush. Maybe I fuck