Page 73 of These Deadly Vows

“Let’s keep the peace for today. If Capone’s ex gets wind of any drama in front of Bree, she’ll cut back on his visits.”

“Whatever. She’s not worth my energy.”

“Wasn’t Carla supposed to be here?”

Adeline’s mouth screws up as though she’s sucking on a sour piece of candy. “She had other plans.”

“Did the two of you have a spat?”

“A mild disagreement. I’m sure one of us will break the ice and text, eventually. We never stay mad long. She’s like the sister I never had.”

My mind drifts back to Santiago and how losing him gutted me. I won’t be responsible for that happening to my wife.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Boo gripes as we enter the party.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Everyone is staring at us.”

“So let’em stare. They’re probably shocked you’re dressed in something that isn’t black.”

“Ha. You’re real funny.”

“That’s me. I’m a regular wise guy.”

“Isn’t that the mafia?” She smiles and I notice she has a dimple in her right cheek. The more I’m getting to know Boo, the more I realize we have more in common than I thought. We’re both outcasts. Rejected. Unwanted. More trouble than we’re worth. The only difference between us is the fact that my father is alive and still holds a position of power. Boo’s a disgraced biker brat with nowhere else to go.

Out there in the world that exists outside the safety of this club, she’d be dead. Our enemies would either use her against us or kill her for sport.

Boo reminds me of my status. That I’ll never be able to provide any woman with a steady life. At least with her I know there’s no expectations. She fucks everyone.

“Want a drink?”

“Sure. I’ll take a beer.”

“Coming right up.”

I leave her staring at the view of the city. Any other woman and I’d worry about her ability to handle herself. Not her. Not Angela Joy. Short for AJ. Better known as Boo because as a kid she had a Halloween obsession. This is what I learned about her last night with my cock buried deep in her cunt.

“Damn, you’re one dumb motherfucker.” Gunner shakes his head at me, laughing under his breath.

“Why’s that?”

“Bringing Prez’s pussy to a party with his wife and the ol’ ladies of the men she fucks.”

“She’s more than that.”

“Don’t tell me you like her? I thought you were stupid a minute ago, but fuck. Come on, man. Boo?”

“At least I can get my own pussy without my brother holding my hand.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish I’d let you tap my sweet ass.” I grab our beers and he flips me off. “It’s not big enough. Like your pecker, fuckhead.”

“Suck my nuts.”

“I’m allergic.” I grin as Flash and Grinder walk up with a blunt. I pass on taking a hit and leave them fools to it.

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