Page 30 of These Deadly Vows

She rolls her eyes but sinks to her knees, eager to please me.

The sound of Axe sawing logs on my couch is the first thing to greet me when I go to my apartment. I kick his boots off the upholstery. “Wake up, fuck stick. You’ve been relieved.”

He mutters something incoherent and shuffles to the elevator. I hang my cut on the back of one of the stools in the kitchen. There’s a soured plate of fruit on the bar. I dump it in the trash and rinse the plate. Boo normally cleans the place, but considering how their introduction went last night, I should get someone else. I bet my princess has never lifted a finger to wash a plate in her life.

I trudge upstairs to shower. Twisting the knob, I find the door locked.

I knock three times with no answer, leaving me with two options. One, I shoot the lock or two, I kick it in. I’d rather not have all my men come rushing in, guns a blazing if I fire off a round. I could use the other bathroom, but all my shit is in this room. I’m about to take my boot to the door when it’s opened.

Adeline faces me wearing one of my shirts. I like the sight of her a little too much for my taste. Her blonde hair is down in wild, tangled waves. Her pink toenails dig into my rug as she chews on her bottom lip. The second her gaze lands on my bare chest, her lips curl in disgust.

“Guess I don’t need to guess where, or should I say, who you’ve been with.”

I glance down, seeing the smear of black lipstick.

I don’t owe her any explanations. We aren’t a love match.

That’s not what this is.

“Get dressed. I’m taking you to breakfast.”

“And what should I wear? More of your whore’s clothes.”

I scrub a palm over my face. “I don’t give a fuck what you wear.” I head into the bathroom to shower.

When I leave the bathroom, Adeline is coming out of the closet dressed in one of my white button-down shirts with the sleeves pushed up and one of my belts hugging it to her waist. The buttons are undone to her breasts, revealing she’s not wearing a bra and I can’t help but wonder if she’s going commando. I watch as she steps into her heels.

Fuck me. Watching her twist her hair up into a messy knot on her head is damn sexy.

“You better have on underwear,” I warn.

She lifts her shoulder in an I don’t care fashion. “I’ll be waiting by the elevator.” Without waiting for my response, she struts out of the room.

I groan as my cock twitches, itching for another go at her. Should skip breakfast and bury my cock in that sweet pussy. Fuck her over and over again until there’s no doubt she’s carrying my child. The key to regaining full control of the kingdom.

As much as I’d like to stay in bed all day, I’ve got shit to do.

There’s no rest for the wicked.

Adeline stands with her back to me, her left foot raised, rubbing the back of her right calve. The way the shirt is bunched at the waist, I can almost see her whole ass. The idea of anyone else getting this view has my chest tightening. A low rumble sounds at the back of my throat and I decide against wearing my cut. We’re only going to the diner across the street.

Their coffee is shit, but the location makes them convenient.

Downstairs, Cracker gives me a chin lift. It doesn’t escape my notice that he’s staring at Adeline’s ass.

“You want to keep seeing out of them eyes? I suggest you stop ogling my Ol’ Lady.”

The dumbass has enough sense to look ashamed. “Sorry, Prez.”

Adeline’s lips lift into a full smile as we continue past him. I shouldn’t be pissed off that he got a genuine smile out of her. The act has me wanting to rethink not gouging out his eyes.

We sit at my usual table. Adeline taking the seat next to the window. A couple of wannabes are dining at the counter with some of the prospects. They give chin lifts, respecting our privacy for now. Any other morning, they’d already be up my ass trying to kiss it. Anything to earn a patch or the chance at prospecting.

“Two coffees. Extra cream and sugar for her. Black for mine. Two orange juices. Two breakfast platters and a side order of fruit.”

The server puts in our order with the kitchen and returns with our coffees.

“I’m capable of ordering for myself.” Not even eight in the morning and she’s starting with that sassy attitude that makes me want to bend her over my knee right here.

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