Grave (Royal Devils MC #1) - Erin Trejo Page 0,35
roars. They move quickly as I lead Silla out of the ring and over toward them. She might not want to be up close but I sure as hell do.
I drag her closer, watching as the torch blazes into the night. Psycho has a giant grin on his face. The motherfucker lives for this. It’s in his blood. The scent of burned flesh drifts through the air and permeates my nose. Silla shifts next to me, but I don’t move. I can’t. This is it. This is what my life has been lived for. This moment in time. I can feel the heat as it burns their flesh, removing anything they have pertaining to the club. The skull rings are ripped from their fingers which is lucky. Psycho typically likes to take the whole goddamn finger as his prize.
“This is insane,” Silla says under her breath, but when I look down at her, she seems captivated by what’s happening in front of her. I don’t comment, just watch with her until they are done. Then I turn to face the crowd.
“Tonight, we fuckin’ party! Tomorrow we get back to business and makin’ this club what it’s meant to be!” Cheers sound all around us. Some happy, others unsure. It isn’t like I thought they would all take this well. I grab Silla, pull her under my arm and start walking back toward the clubhouse when Psycho runs in front of me.
“What are we doin’ with him?” he asks with a maniacal smile in place as he nods toward the ring.
“What do you wanna do with him?”
“Make him the goddamn bonfire.”
“Go for it, brother,” I tell him, watching the way his face lights up like a kid at Christmas.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Ribs are bruised. I don’t think they’re broken,” Preacher says as he pokes at my sides. “Cut needs stitches. You want me to do it?”
“I’ll do it,” Silla chimes in, shocking us all. Preacher smirks and continues looking me over. It’s fucked up now that we don’t have a doctor on hand, but for shit like this? We can handle it ourselves. Preacher checks everything until he’s satisfied nothing is too damaged.
“Nose might be broken,” he adds. I flip him off. He acts like it would be the first time that’s happened in our lives. He chuckles and hands Silla the bag of medical supplies. He turns and leaves the room, leaving just the two of us once again. Silla pulls out everything she will need to stitch me up.
“Done this before?” She raises her eyebrow, causing me to chuckle a little.
“I know how to sew someone up. I’ve done it plenty of times. Even sewn a few mouths shut in my day.” I can almost hear the hint of sadness in those words. She’s going to miss killing. She’s going to miss doing what she was raised to do.
“You don’t have to stay, Silla.”
“Didn’t we already discuss this?” she asks, filling the syringe with numbing medicine. She leans forward, sticking it in near the cut above my eye. I just watch her work.
“It’s hard to give up somethin’ when it’s all you know.”
“I’m not giving up much considering what I get in return.” She moves to stitch my head and I can’t not look at her. She’s everything a man could pray for. When she’s finished and presses the bandage over her handy work, I grab her wrist before she can pull away.
“What are you gettin’ in return?” She licks her lips and looks me in the eye.
“You.” I lean in and press my lips to hers, tasting her. My cock swells in my jeans, pressing against the zipper painfully. Silla can feel it and moves to climb off me. It’s funny how she straddled me the whole time she cleaned me up and I was able to contain myself from taking her. Not now. Not anymore. Silla slides to her knees on the floor in front of me and unzips my jeans. Freeing my cock, she takes it in her hand and slowly pumps it up and down. I lay my head back on the couch and close my eyes just feeling her. When she leans down and wraps her perfectly shaped lips around the tip, I groan. I want to watch her. I want to see her when she’s like this. Lifting my head, I watch her as she sucks me deep into her mouth. Her wet little tongue traces the vein on the underside of my cock and