Page 6 of Sex & Cigarettes

“We’ve got a problem.”

“I can’t take on anymore. My wife is my priority.”

“Your brother’s missing.”

“Goddamnit.”

Murphy’s brows shoot up, but I shake my head. I should be keeping this shit to myself until I figure out what the fuck is going on and who I can trust.

“I’ve got word he was taken to Texas. I’m riding out in an hour. See you soon, son.”

Fuck last thing I need is my asshole brother bringing whatever shit he’s gotten himself into to my door. Not right now.

“What?”

My gaze snaps to Murphy. “My father is coming here.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. We could use the extra support.”

“My brother is missing. Raul has my pregnant wife and now he has taken my brother.”

“This isn’t about the tunnels. It’s personal. You took what he thought he was owed. Now he wants to strip you of everything. He needs to die. You think I wouldn’t ride straight to his gate and mow him down if I thought I could kill him before they took out our family.”

I shake my head. I don’t know what the fuck to do, but I just can’t sit around scratching my ass while that bastard has my wife. I go into the clubhouse and grab a jar moonshine. It can’t solve my problems but sure as fuck can numb my feelings for a while. I need to get my head on straight and think. Every thought I have ends with me dead, and if I’m dead I can’t fuck my wife, and if I can’t fuck my wife I might as well be dead.

Knocking back another swig of moonshine I know I’m pathetic sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I should be strapping up and going to war. Ainsley being pregnant complicates shit. One wrong choice and I lose her. Both of them. Her and our child.

Chapter 3

Axel

“Good evening, lover. Sleep well?” A feminine voice whispers, as a finger glides along the curve of my jaw. I must be dreaming. “Wake up, we have a lot to do. It’s time I bring you up to speed.”

I blink then cough. Fuck. My head pounds as I struggle to open my eyes.

“It’s the drugs. You’ll be more yourself once you’ve had a shower and food. Get a move on.” Her lips press to mine soft and full. My dick twitches eagerly at the contact. How pathetic. It’s not even her that I want. It’s simply the touch and scent of an attractive woman turning me on.

“There will be more time for that later.” She gives me a squeeze between the legs and the mattress shifts.

I sit up and open my eyes in time to capture a view of her thick ass and blonde hair disappearing behind the bathroom door of the I’m guessing hotel room we are in. I shake my head and stretch my arms over my head. At least I’m not fucking cuffed any longer. I glance around the room taking in my surroundings. Fresh flowers in a crystal vase. Large flat screen Tv. This sure as fuck isn’t Drag Creek.

I swallow and grab the pack of cigarettes off the nightstand, lighting one up, not giving a fuck if there’s no smoking. I take a long hard drag as the smoke pulls through my lungs. I’m out of prison, but I’m not truly free yet. Not until I find out what this bitch wants. I know she didn’t spring me from prison out of the goodness of her heart. Everyone wants something. I have the opinion the price of this favor of freedom will be hefty.

There’s a light knock at the door before some goon in a suit enters transporting a cart carrying room service. My first observation is the gun at his hip. He’s probably got a knife strapped to his calve and would love for me to do something stupid, so he has an excuse to use one or both.

Saying nothing he resumes his post at the door.

A loud gurgle erupts from deep in my belly. I’m fucking starving but make no move for the food. I don’t trust anyone.

The blonde exits the bathroom in only a white fluffy robe that hangs open leaving nothing to the imagination. Her body is banging. Big tits. Thick hips. Pretty shaven pussy. Nice tan. Attractive features in her face. Only there is something about her that keeps me on edge. She’s too at ease. Cocky.

“Get up. I’ll fill you in over dinner, lover.” She shoots me a wink.

I trudge to the bathroom, not caring that I too am fully nude and erect. After taking care of my personal business, I help myself to the second robe, no longer used to the feel of such soft fabric. Months in prison changes who you are. Last night was the real first night of sleep I’ve had since I went in. Prison fucks with you. Makes you paranoid everyone could turn on you any second.

In there you learn the only man watching your back is yourself.

I take a seat at the table across from this bitch wondering what she wants in exchange for my freedom.

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