“There was a deal,” he starts with a shaky voice. Kyza giggles and presses the tip of the blade into his throat. He groans when it punctures his skin. I can see the spot of blood as it rushes to the surface.
“We already know that,” Kyza reminds him.
“I was never supposed to make it this far,” he confesses. It does nothing for her. She just sits there, watching and waiting.
“Who do you work for?” she asks.
“Fuck you.”
She drags the knife down his neck toward his chest. He screams from the pain.
“Fucking bitch.”
“Who do you work for?” she screams louder than he does.
“Fuck you.”
The knife keeps moving. She slices through his skin without flinching. That’s sexy as fuck.
“Nope, but I do intend to fuck you with this knife.”
Fuck me my cock springs to life. Kyza keeps going and I can barely control myself.
“Ortega. Fuck!” The kid screams again.
My chest tightens. Kyza looks at me over her shoulder, asking me with her eyes if that’s enough. I give her a nod and she climbs off of his lap and comes to stand next to me.
“Why?” I ask him.
“He was going to fuck the club over. He’s pissed about some shit that happened in the past with another chapter. Fuck!”
“What the fuck was he plannin’?” I ask moving closer to the kid.
“To get half of you locked up and then kill the other half when the shipment was late.”
I nod my head, pull my gun out, and shoot him between the eyes. His head falls to the side as I stand there and think over what he just told us. He’s pissed at a different chapter and taking it out on us? That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, but maybe Viking has more intel on this shit than I do. I turn back to Kyza and find her looking at the dead kid.
“You okay?”
She pulls her gaze to mine and nods.
“He was a traitor.”
I nod my head. I walk over to her and pull her into my arms, she willingly comes and I just hold her against me.
“You did good babe. How do you feel?” I ask her. Kyza looks up at me with eyes on fire.
“I feel like I’m me again,” she responds before I lean down and kiss her.
I don’t stop either. I back her against the wall and devour her mouth with mine. When she moans I lose it. I strip her down, lowering my jeans and boxers. Lifting her up in my arms, I plunge into her and take what we both need. Each thrust pulls me closer to her. Closer to her demons. Each time she screams my name I feel like I’m falling in deeper with her.
“Holy shit.”
I hear Mart’s voice grumble from behind me. I don’t stop and Kyza doesn’t either. I fuck her harder showing her who she belongs to. She’s mine and she is never going anywhere. I don’t care if I have her cuff her sweet ass to my bed.
“Shit. Monster,” Kyza cries out for me.
Mart grumbles behind us. He’s no doubt jerking himself off. I keep thrusting into her. Her head is pounding against the wall and there’s a dead guy tied to a chair behind us. I lower my head and suck her flesh into my mouth. I’m branding her, marking her, making her fucking mine. I feel her pussy clench and that’s when I lose the rest of my control, growling as I come inside her. She lets go and releases with me. We’re both panting and on fire.
“Jesus. That was some kind of fuckin’,” Mart grumbles before I smell the scent of cigarette smoke. I pull out of Kyza and let her slide to the floor slowly. We both redress quickly. I turn around as I’m buckling my belt and lock eyes with Mart.
“Sorry,” I smirk.
“For what? The free show? Goddamn man it isn’t often you find sick fuckers like you that don’t give a damn that there’s a dead guy in the room,” he says with a laugh.
Kyza adjusts her clothes, walks past me, grabs the cigarette from Mart’s fingers, and says, “Thanks for letting us use your shed.”
I watch her ass as it sways and she walks out of the shed.
“Fuck me,” Mart grumbles. “What did you find out?” he motions over his shoulder with his thumb.
“Don’t even ask. Appreciate you takin’ care of shit. Help me get him into the van?”
“Prospects can clean this up,” he reminds me, but I shake my