Silas (Dirty Aces MC #4) - Lane Hart Page 0,41
the diner, Southern Comfort Café, so the final pieces are coming together. In fact, if everything goes as planned, we’re having the grand opening on Saturday.
“Give me two seconds to get rid of whoever is trying to sell us some shit. When I come back, you’re gonna work that sexy mouth on my dick to show me how badly you want it again.”
“Deal,” she easily agrees while wetting her lips, making me almost say to hell with whoever is at the door. But I can hear them knocking now, banging their fists on the damn thing. Whoever the fuck it is, they’re not giving up.
“Yeah, yeah! I’m coming,” I say, adjusting my lengthening dick in my pants before zipping them up.
I put my eye to the peephole to see who is on the other side before I even think about unlocking the deadbolt.
“Oh fuck!”
My shout is loud, causing Cora to call out from the bedroom. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah!” I holler back. “Stay there, I’ve got it!”
As soon as I open the door, I slip outside and pull it shut behind me to face the firing squad, aka Malcolm.
“How did you know I was here?” I ask him in surprise.
“Hell-fuckin-lo to you too,” he says while stroking his beard as he looks me up and down, studying my lack of shirt like a school principal about to discipline a student. “Did I interrupt something?”
“You didn’t answer my question,” I remark, crossing my arms over my bare chest.
“Lucy found you. We were worried when you wouldn’t answer our calls for fucking weeks, so I had her work her computer magic to track you down. Gotta say, staying so close to town was an odd choice for her relocation. You really own this fucking place now?” he asks with a chin nod toward the house.
“Yeah, I do,” I admit.
“How the fuck can you afford to buy her something like this? I know how much money you make with the MC, and it would barely pay a week’s rent in a studio apartment out here.”
“It’s a long story,” I tell him.
“Give me the short version,” he demands.
“Fine, if you must know, I inherited a lot of money.”
“Inherited?” Malcolm repeats slowly.
“Yeah, someone died and left me a ton of cash. So, what’s up?”
“What’s up? You fucking know what’s up,” he scoffs. “Is she inside?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Nash’s case was dismissed a few weeks ago. As long as she doesn’t show up back in town and no one recognizes her here, he’s a free man.”
“Good, that’s good,” I reply while reaching up to rub the back of my burning neck. This shit, Malcolm showing up out of the blue, is awkward as hell and makes me feel like a teenager getting caught by his father screwing a girl in his bedroom. I really am happy for Nash, though, despite the boulder now pressing down on my guts.
“Time to come home,” Malcolm says, spelling it out for me when I take as long as Fiasco’s slow ass to figure out that’s why he’s here.
“Right. Yeah, I guess so...”
“Now, Silas! Get your shit and let’s go. You played your part and apparently decided to improv several others we didn’t ask or need you to do. Time to leave her alone.”
The idea of walking away from Cora right this fucking second feels like a boa constrictor wrapped around my neck, squeezing the life out of me.
Clearing my throat, I tell Malcolm, “I need a few hours, you know, to tie up some loose ends.”
“A few hours? You’ve had weeks!” he shouts at me, clearly running out of patience.
“Just give me a few hours!” I demand, making his eyebrow arch in surprise at my refusal.
Blowing out a breath, he runs his fingers through his wavy brown hair before he finally says, “Two hours. Your ass will be on the seven o’clock ferry tonight. That’s a goddamn order!”
“Okay,” I agree. “I’ll see you then.”
“You better,” Malcolm says before he stomps off down the steps and climbs into his waiting golf cart. The sight of him in his leather cut in the cart is so fucking bizarre, I wish I had my phone to take a photo. He even flips off some senior citizens who ride by gawking at him and then drives toward the docks.
Like a zombie, I turn around to go back inside. After locking the door, I slowly head to the bedroom while trying to figure out how the hell to leave Cora. We both knew this day was coming. The excuse