Page 64 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

“That bad, huh?” the man asked her.

What the fuck were they talking about? What was bad? What the hell was going on?

“Yeah. All night. I couldn’t stop watching.”

What the fuck was she watching?

“Afraid of that. Told you there are options, Nyx.”

“Here.”

There was some scuffling noise. “Fuck, Nyx. Warn a man.”

“Take it. Do whatever you have to do to it; I’ll be back.”

This left me to believe two things. One, Screech had the phone because something needed to be erased on it. Something she didn’t want to see anymore, kept her up at night, and left her a mess. And the fact that she couldn’t stop watching it told me it was something she had to do but didn’t want to.

And two, it had to be a video of some type, if ‘watching’ it made her a mess.

She was a strong woman, not out of her shell yet, but I saw it in her. She wouldn’t be a “mess” unless it was something bad, horribly bad.

Was it an app? Or live feed of some sort? Or was it recorded and replayed on the phone?

Whatever it was, Screech either modified it or wiped it from her phone.

While I hoped like fuck she would tell me, if she didn’t, I’d find out what was going on with the phone. I had the means, and now I damn sure had the motive.

She was my motive. No one would fuck with her. No. One.

Nyx changed into these soft cream pants that hung low on her hips and a baby pink tank with no bra; her nipples pointed to attention and that sliver of her stomach above the pants on display. Fucking hell. How was I supposed to have a serious conversation with this woman wearing something so sexy?

My cock was already painfully erect from having her wrapped around me on the bike ride. Seeing her in that made it worse. Nothing like a throbbing cock when I intended to tell her where we stood.

She left the bedroom, and I watched her ass sway down the hallway then disappear in the kitchen. I followed, my mouth watering to take a bite of that ass, grab it, and fuck it.

She pulled down a glass then filled it with water from the tap and took some huge gulps.

The kitchen wasn’t huge, but it had all the necessary equipment and was spotless.

I rested my hip on the counter and crossed my arms over my chest, staring at her. Fuck, she was beautiful. She didn’t know how much. Nor did she know what the mere sight of her did to me.

Her brow raised as she took my stance in. “You want to know what’s goin’ on with Screech and me,” she said boldly, never shying away from my eyes.

“That’d be nice,” I responded, wondering if she would really tell me.

She huffed. “He’s my friend. He did me a favor and brought my phone back to me. That was it.”

A smirk crossed my lips. “While I appreciate you telling me some, there’s so much more to that story you’re not telling me.”

“Didn’t we go through this before, Raid? You have your past, and I have mine. Let’s leave it at that.” Before I said anything, she continued. “Look, there was something on my phone, and Screech helped me out with it.”

Now we were getting somewhere. How far? Fuck if I knew, but I was taking a mile of the inch she gave me. She had no idea how grateful I was that she was opening up even if it were a little.

“That was nice of him. You couldn’t get it off yourself?” I thought I’d tread just a bit lightly and see where I could take us.

“No. I couldn’t.” She closed her eyes, then slowly opened them. It seemed as though she was reliving what she’d watched on the phone, but it only lasted a moment before she wiped it from her expression. It was pain. She was feeling pain.

My chest tightened because somehow I felt the pain for her in that split second, and it was crushing. All I wanted to do was wipe it from her life. Destroy it. Disembowel it. Demolish it. Take every ounce of it away just to see the smile on her face like she gave with my mother and the ol’ ladies.

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