bodies they’d cremated in the underground basement oven the Guns and Skulls Club had for just this kind of problem. Unlike others, Torpedo Ink cleared the ashes and got rid of them as well. They didn’t believe in leaving any trace behind.
The phones were broken and disposed of in various trash cans over a three-mile radius. The sim cards were dropped in acid and what remained was also disposed of in different trash cans. They were thorough. They had searched for hidden cameras in the building as well as around it and found nothing.
Steele stood up and peeled off his jeans. He’d taken a shower, knowing he would come to Breezy and wanting to do it as clean as possible, not to mention, one couldn’t be riding around in clothes soaked in blood. He’d been slick with blood. Blood didn’t bother him. Nothing he did this day or night had bothered him, not when he needed to find his son. Going to Breezy with blood on his hands did.
He sank back down on the bed and ran his hand up her leg. She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn’t think straight. She turned her head at the touch of his hand, her lashes fluttering. Then he was looking into her green eyes and his heart turned over.
“How come, with your past, you’re not seriously fucked-up, woman?” He stroked his palm up her leg, from behind her knee to where the seam of her buttock met her thigh. One finger ran back and forth along that crease.
“I am, silly, or I wouldn’t be even contemplating having a relationship with you, let alone lying naked in this bed waiting for you to come back.”
It was a good answer and probably true. He knew she had major issues when it came to just talking about clubs and their life together in one. She had panic attacks. He leaned down and ran his tongue along that seam between her thigh and ass just to feel her shiver. Sitting back up he began to trace the tattoo that ran along the small of her back and dripped down over her buttocks, following the curve of both firm globes.
“When Ink was tatting this, putting my name on you, I thought my world was right. That it always would be because you were mine.” He gave her that because she gave him so much more. He ran the pad of his finger over his name. “I like you belonging to me, Bree. More importantly, I like belonging to you.”
She smiled, and his heart jerked in his chest, matching the way his cock jerked against his stomach.
“Are you going to let me have Ink tattoo Property of Breezy on your ass?”
He contemplated that. “Got your name here, right over my heart, sweetheart, but if that’s what it takes for you to give me your word you aren’t going to run the moment I put our boy in your arms, I’ll give you my word I’ll have that ink on my ass.”
Those long lashes fluttered. Her lips pressed together but he couldn’t tell if she was trying to suppress a smile or keeping something from him. He needed to know where he stood with her and if what he’d done this night had pushed her further from him.
“I need an answer, babe.”
“I like my name over your heart, not on your ass.”
That told him nothing but the fact that she had a sense of humor. He felt like he was chasing an elusive shadow. He wanted to cage her in. Glue her to him.
“I didn’t like that you weren’t safe tonight.”
She pushed up, so he could see the soft weight of her left breast. Then she turned and sat up in the middle of the bed facing him. “I was safe. Lana handled it so fast, you wouldn’t believe it. There was nothing to worry about.”
He couldn’t help himself. He stroked her breasts, his hands feeling the soft cream that was her skin. So beautiful. A shiver went through her. She was that responsive. His thumbs and fingers strummed her nipples and the soft curves, indulging himself because he could.
“She said you helped.”
“She had it under control.”
“Said you threw Zane’s favorite blanket over his head. I think we’ll frame that blanket and put it up on the wall under glass once our boy is finished with it.”
She smiled at him, and his heart stuttered like it did sometimes when her