The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,34

I pause as I put my leather jacket on, questioning myself again about if this is the right thing to do.

I’ll admit, I’m getting fucking twitchy about being stuck indoors. I have no fucking clue how she does it, I need fresh air and… blood. I need to spill some blood and I really fucking want it to be blood spilled for her.

“Keep your ass on that couch and don’t even think about starting a painting yet. Be a good girl for your man and I’ll eat that pussy up when I get home.” I say and I watch as her head tips back and she exposes her throat to me like an offering. I know her pupils will be blown out wide, her pussy getting wet at my words, and every fucking part of her soul pining for my touch.

Fuck, I’m tempted to stay home again but I blow her a kiss and shut the apartment door behind me, arming the alarm and triple checking the connection to my phone is working. I check the security cams as she shifts on the sofa, her hips arching up a little like she’s trying to find some friction.

Fuck.

I need to get out before I stomp back in there and fuck her raw on the floor like a fucking beast.

Each step away gets easier until I’m in my Mustang and lighting up a cigarette, the taste of nicotine on my tongue helping a little with my withdrawals from my girl.

I feel no shame in my addiction to her, only in the fact I let my loyalty to D’Ardo almost get her abused and killed all over again.

I drive over to the biker bar and park up next to Harbin’s hog. Roxas’s is missing.

I huff under my breath at the thought of how fucking close he came to losing his head to a Demon. It feels fucking strange to have been helped by Colt only a few days ago and now we’re back to hating every last one of the Demon scum.

Except maybe him.

I can’t forget something like helping my girl out but Harbin and Roxas have both had my back for years, even when I was too caught up in D’Ardo’s bullshit to see the loyalty they were both offering to me. The fact that they’re tied to the Boar… well, that’s just another complication.

It’s a fucking mess, the whole damn thing.

When I step into the bar there’s the usual faces there, no one out of the ordinary and for fucking sure none of them are the Jackal’s men. The owner of the place, an old biker from way before the Boar took over the Unseen, raises his beer at me in a salute as I walk in. He’d know all about what D’Ardo did and there’s no way he’ll disrespect me like that.

Bikers respect blood.

Being tied by it or spilling it, and fuck have I spilled a lot of it in my time.

I find Harbin in our usual booth and he’s already fairly fucking hammered. A bartender brings over another glass for me and I fill it to the rim with the whiskey. There’s not a word shared between us as we sit there and race each other to the bottom of our glasses. Only when his is empty does Harbin speak.

“Roxas told you about my boys, then? Now I’m raising them around the fucking Boar and there’s not much more I’d rather do less than that. Gutless fuck.”

I nod and pour us both more. “I get that. You’re stuck between a rock and the fucking patch on your chest, that shit isn’t good. What are you going to do about it?”

He grumbles under his breath, pissed off and ready to fight about it. Problem is I’m not in the mood for it. Not at fucking all.

“I was going to move on, find another charter, but this place is my home. There’s eyes around here to keep watch over my boys and there’s no way I’m going to be run out by the fucking Boar.” He spits his Prez’s name out like it’s a dirty taste in his mouth because it for-fucking-sure is.

I light up two cigarettes and hand one over to him. This feels like I’m trying to defuse a bomb but the worst that’ll happen is Harbin going back to the MC and gutting the Boar in his sleep so no skin off of my nose.

The door swings open again and in walks Roxas, looking a helluva lot more