plan and strategize.”
I believed her. She would try for me, but Desiree wasn’t a shooter or a fighter. Her greatest weapon was her mind, and it was an asset I wanted to stay safe and protected.
The bathroom door popped open, and out he came with a towel wrapped around his waist, water sliding down his ripped muscles. The man was worth millions, so I knew he had bigger towels than the one he had chosen to wrap around his waist.
“I know, Des. Love you, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Love you too,” she replied before I hung up.
While talking to Desiree, I had taken up a comfortable position on my side of the bed with my back against the headboard. I sat in place, scanning the man that was doing everything in his power to seduce me. He pranced across the room for apparently no other reason than to allow me a better view of his body. He took a seat at the foot of our bed, his head aimed at the ceiling.
His muscled back made my mouth water and I could plainly see that the tattoo I had caught a glimpse of was only a hint of what was on his back. Ninety percent of his back was covered. He was one of those men that dressed up and played nice for the public while he hid his bad boy.
What is he up to now?
“It’s been a while since I’ve prayed, but I have an urgent need for it during this lockout period.” He glanced down.
Was he about to pray to the devil?
“You’ve always been a good dick.”
His first words caused me to gasp. No, he was not sitting there praying for his dick. The man was nothing like his dangerous reputation suggested. I thought I had married a savage beast. Instead, I had a fucking comedian.
“I ensured I trained you well. Taught you to respect women as much as they wanted to be. Taught you to be good to the pussy, to make it purr, and run wet and hot, and lay down, and beg and plead. To drip with appreciation and applaud your unrelenting efforts.”
Arjen was seriously off his meds, and funny as shit. My laughter burst free as I was no longer able to hold it back.
“I’m going to need you to be patient and kind to our Mecca, for she knows not what she’s missing. We are going to have to respect her demands and let her have her time, so she can accept us, and allow us access into those pearly gates of hers. Dammit, I know they are golden too. With a name like Mecca, you know we will be entering the holiest of lands.”
The intensity of my roaring laughter stopped Arjen’s dick prayer. His quick glance back produced a teasing smile and a quick eye wink. He had a playful side I hadn’t expected but was starting to love. I don’t believe he showed this part of himself often, if ever.
His ability to make me laugh had scored him another point, and I could feel another piece of the wall I had built tumbling down.
He stood in the middle of the floor, his finger tapping his lip, his eyes cast to the ceiling. I could picture the swarm of wicked ideas circling his head while I sat and observed, not saying a word.
Once he decided he was done with his silliness, he marched back to his side of the bed, his eyes locked on me the entire time. He threw back the covers, dropped the towel, and climbed in, butt ass naked, dick swinging all over the place.
What the hell was I going to do with Arjen Vallin?
13
Mecca
Here we go, I thought. I was preparing again to face these hardheaded man-children that I had inherited from my uncle, I mean, Raymond. They were getting the job done, I had to give them that much, but I’d had to stay on their asses enough that it was a miracle I hadn’t cleaned out their damn colons.
There was a rat or two among us that I was determined to find. Black Saints’ confidential information was seeping out the door and making it back to me via my spies. How else could we end up with two back-to-back shipments of our supply getting seized?
Authorities weren’t allowing us anywhere near the individuals that were arrested during the seizures, but I was convinced that the rat lived free and among us.
Recently, I’d had to send out a