Page 29 of These Deadly Vows

Except nomad life isn’t so bad. The nights get lonely. Like tonight.

I’m here babysitting Ghost’s Ol’ Lady when he should be here, making her welcome. Seeing to her needs. Instead, he’s laid up with that Boo whore.

I can’t stand that cunt.

Laying back on the couch, I close my eyes and attempt to get some shuteye.

The distant, low sobs coming from upstairs serve as my lullaby.

Adeline is beautiful. She reminds me of Ainsley in some ways. A lost girl thrown to the wolves. Forced to depend on a stranger. A ruthless biker. All in the name of survival.

Almost like Déjà vu. I’ve been there. Done that. Got the room at the Lonely Hearts Motel to prove it.

Ghost needs to pull his head out of his ass before it’s too late. There are plenty of other men who will dry her tears. Men who hold no loyalty to him.

Men like me.

Chapter Eight

“Think you’re slick pulling that scene.”

Boo smirks at me. Bitch is playing a dangerous game. I’m still keyed up from how far things went with Adeline. I can’t shake how damn good her tight pussy felt wrapped around my dick. If I didn’t think it would cause further damage, I’d be upstairs fucking her again, ensuring that I knock her up. The thought has me horny and raging.

“I was complimenting her.”

“Right. You’re on thin ice, babe. Don’t do it again.”

She leans in and flicks her tongue out to lick my cheek. “Let me make it up to you. Your place or mine?”

I shake my head. “What did I say?”

“That I’m a naughty girl and you’re going to punish me?” Her lashes flutter.

“Not tonight.”

“Why? You in a hurry to go tuck in your wife. I’m sure Axe has it covered.”

“Last warning. You’re playing a game you won’t win.”

“What’s life without a little risk involved? Besides…” She grabs me by the dick. “My mouth beats your hand.”

She’s not wrong about that. My mind flashes to Adeline alone with Axe. He knows better than to touch his Prez’s Ol’ Lady. She’s probably asleep or crying into her pillow about what a bastard I am. If I had any decency, I’d check in on her. Instead, I take Boo up on her offer.

“Your place.” We go to her apartment on the seventh floor, where all the whores keep an apartment. Not all of them stay here full time. Some only stay on the weekends, but Boo is what we call a lifer. She’ll hang around until she finds a man, or her pussy gets too worn and we put her to work doing something else or cut her loose.

Cunt loves to be used and abused. Like most women who seek out this lifestyle, she has daddy issues. Unluckily or lucky for her, there are sick fucks like me who will take advantage. She goes for my zipper, not giving a damn my cock was just filling my wife’s pussy. Women like Boo will do anything to get what they want. She thinks she’s special. That I give a God damn about her. It’s sad, but not so tragic that I won’t have her suck me off.

“Kiss me, Ghost.”

“Not with that black shit painted on your lips.” I give her the excuse I always give her. I don’t put my mouth on the whores and they sure as fuck don’t put there’s on my lips. I grab a condom from the fishbowl in the center of her coffee table.

“Did you wrap it up with your wife?”

“That’s different.”

“Why? Because she has a golden snatch?”

“I didn’t get that good of a look. Are you going to suck my dick or keep flapping your jaws about something that doesn’t have shit all to do with you?”

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