Page 45 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“He killed her, didn’t he?” Logan rasps out, his body shuddering as he squeezes Tillie closer.

“I’m sorry.” Nicky takes a deep breath. “Jin framed Dom’s father and killed her himself instead.”

No one says anything after that. Logan’s whole body is stiff, except for the small shake in his shoulders. I hate seeing my brother in pain. Tillie whispers quietly in his ear, stroking his hair until he finally lifts his head with red eyes pinning us all on the spot.

“He dies.” That’s all he says as he takes turns looking us each in the eyes as we nod until he lands on Dom.

“They will all pay for their sins by our hands,” Dom promises, passing the wine bottle to Logan, as if a peace offering.

Logan reaches over and chugs until the bottle is almost empty before placing it on the tub ledge and cuddling back into Tillie. She looks worried as she stares at him before gazing over at Dom.

“Thank you for getting those women and children out of there tonight,” she warmly replies, leaning over to stroke her palm down Dom’s cheek.

“Always,” he simply promises, as if he’d do anything for her.

“They're safe with the Feds,” I announce, reassuring her, rubbing my hand up and down her calves as silence settles over us

“We need a fun day. It’s decided! Tomorrow we forget all this shit and pretend that hell isn’t raining down on us. I know the perfect thing. I did promise you a dance, didn’t I, pudding?” Tey breaks the thick tension in the air and glares at anyone who dares argue with him.

Well, it seems bubble baths with a bunch of naked dudes is in my future, and whatever fucked up shit Tey's planning for tomorrow.

I can hardly wait.

Tillie

“Baby girl, I don’t think now is a good time to go out. What if something happens to you?!” Logan thunders in sexy Italian under his breath as he paces back and forth in Dalton’s club bar while Hell’s Devils watch him warily.

I don’t blame them. Logan looks like he’s had better days. His hair is a mess, the usually perfect strands are disheveled, as if he’s been running his hands through it constantly. Seeing his iron-pressed, white button-down untucked from his pants and the top few buttons undone makes me feel bad about what I’m going to do today to him, but it’s necessary. I need to trust him, and it’s the only way for me to see if he’s with me the whole way.

“This is why it’s the perfect time to go out. We can’t do this day and night, Lo. This isn’t living, and I’ll be damned if I’m stuck in a cage again. Either you're coming or we leave without you.” I fold my arms across my chest, shifting in Dalton’s lap as he adjusts me until my ass presses down over his hard cock.

I don’t know how they do it, walking around with straining, rock-hard cocks most of the time. Does it hurt whenever they have to tuck it into the waistband of their pants? Doesn’t it get uncomfortable having that thing pressing down their thighs like a third leg? I shudder at those thoughts, thanking Jesus for granting me with a vagina. Small miracles, I guess.

“Calm the hell down, bro. You need this. We need the break… You need a break,” Dalton says in a gravelly voice with no room to argue. “Besides, the Hell’s Devils and Dom’s gang will be watching the area for any threats. This is happening.”

“Fuck me,” Logan groans and starts to reach for the whiskey in front of me before I quickly swipe it away, throwing back the whole drink without a grimace.

Fuck, that burns! What the hell is this stuff? Dragon’s fire? My chest is on fire.

“No. You aren’t drinking anymore. You went through two bottles of wine last night and you look like shit. Consider this our date, Lo.” I don’t hold back, giving Logan shit just as he does to me.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Okay, baby girl. I’m going to go shower and get presentable for our date. You know, the one I didn’t even get to ask you on,” Logan grumbles and scowls at the floor, but a faint smirk tugs at his lips.

“Stop being a big baby. You get grumpy when you're not relaxed, and if you're a good boy, I’ll make it worth your while later tonight,” I purr seductively, tipping Logan’s chin up with my index finger until he’s looking me in the eyes.

Dalton nearly spits his drink out just as he was taking a swallow of beer. He whispersholy fuckunder his breath at our display, watching with rapt attention. Usually, Logan is the one throwing the shots, being bossy as hell and demanding, but seeing his body relax under my touch and his eyes darkening with lust, it would seem he wants to let go of that control that he holds so close.

Guilt is eating me up alive, and I hate the feeling. I wish I could just hold him again like last night, being safe in his arms, letting him know it’s going to be okay, but I can’t. Tonight is going to be the beginning of us or the end. I won’t lie, I’m a tad excited to play with him though.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Logan says, leaning across the table and kissing my lips delicately. I’m wondering if he knows how fragile we are right now.

One small mistake and it will shatter us. After tonight, I plan on making sure that nothing can ever come between us again. He’s about to meet psycho Tillie.

Logan pulls back and stands with a stretch, groaning before he walks away towards the back of the club and Dalton’s room.

“Are you going to tell me what you're planning? Don’t try to lie, I felt your body tense up as he kissed you.” Dalton rubs my leg over my jeans and his other hand spreads out across my waist, his thumb gliding back and forth over the exposed skin between my pants and shirt. “I know you don’t trust easily, and I don’t blame you. Sometimes I wonder how we got so lucky to have you because we sure as shit don’t deserve you. What I’m trying to say is, I’ll stand back and let you do what you have to, but just be careful. For both of your sakes.”

Dalton shocks me into silence, the low grumble of his tone warming my heart as he kisses my temple and lifts me off his lap. He sets me back in his seat and is about to step away but I grab his wrist. He looks over his shoulder with a raised brow, a question on his face.

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