Page 19 of Shiner's Light

“I don’t want to talk about it. There’s nothing to talk about,” I murmur, shaking my head in denial.

“Did you know they filmed what they did to you?” he asks, causing me to jerk. “That it was Sasha holding the camera?”

“No,” my stomach twists and tightens, “I didn’t know.”

“They did. Took Keys a bit, but he was able to get in and remove it from the site it was on, but they filmed it, and I saw it. I know what they did to you.”

“Please stop.” I can’t listen to this. Knowing he knows, is something I don’t want to think about. This man is my dream guy, and he’s everything I wanted, but he’s seen the way I’ve been degraded.

“Olive, I’m not going to stop. You need to know I intend to find those bastards and make them pay for what they did. For hurting you in ways that you should never have experienced.” He pauses for the slightest moment and sighs. “You also need to know that it doesn’t change a thing when it comes to my needs for you.”

My body jolts at that, and my breathing becomes rougher.

“That being said, honey, I’m telling you this now. You’re mine. I’m not letting you go. We’re going to get you through this. I’m going to kiss you. I plan on touching you, getting you used to me, and then when the time is right, I’m going to be sinking my cock deep inside your sweet pussy. That is after I’ve had a taste of your sweet honey.”

All other thoughts leave my mind when Shiner’s lips come back to mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue battling mine, dominating my mouth, commandeering my own tongue.

It’s something I’ve never experienced before, and it’s pure perfection. I love every second of it, even though I know I shouldn’t. He’s my weakness, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SHINER

“What are we going to do about this next run we’ve got scheduled?” Griz asks, holding the clipboard while I call out the names of what’s in the boxes. It’s typically guns and ammo, but this batch is different as it’s a mixture of several different ones. There are a few assault rifles, semi-automatics, and handguns. All of them were sent over not by our usual contact with the Russians but rather from Scotland and a group called the Rogue Drifters. They’d once been known by another name, but Scorch, the leader of the group, has been known to gut anyone who brings it up.

Scorch and his men had taken over as the arms dealers for his father-in-law, and since he’s a friend of the club’s, we’ve started working with him in the past few years. I don’t know what all happened or how it all came about. All I know is that something went down with Stoney’s little girl, and Scorch was the one who found her. Ever since then, an alliance of a sort was made, and they worked with us in a way to run the guns through the area alongside the Russians.

“We handle it as we always do,” I mutter, mentally counting a row of ammo and giving him the number of cases and what round they are. “Why do you ask?”

“Because we’ve got this shit with the Crimson Blood Clan and your psycho ex to deal with still. Who the fuck knows what they’re waiting on or when they’ll make the next move.”

I get where Griz is coming from. He’s got to plan the route for when we head out to take the guns to the final destination. “We’ll figure something out. Blow called for church tomorrow before the cookout, so we’ll probably be figuring out the game plan then on what to do with the shipment.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like the idea of us sitting on this shit longer than we have to, and my gut is telling me something’s coming.”

Mine is, too, but I don’t tell him that. “Think we should get the shipment out sooner?”

“I think we need to get this shipment out before tonight.”

Looking closely at my brother, my gut tells me something’s up with him. “What’s going on with you, Griz?”

Griz sets the clipboard down and leans against one of the wooden boxes. “I’ve been seeing this girl a few weeks, and last night I found out shit I didn’t expect,” he remarks, letting out a heavy breath.

“What did you find out?” I ask, furrowing my brow.

“She’s a fuckin’ cop’s kid. Last night. she was on the phone talking to her pops. She had it on speaker. She didn’t hear me coming into the house, I guess. Her dad mentioned she needed to cut ties with me ‘cause of shit going down, and he didn’t want her involved with any of it.”

Well, shit.

“How did she handle that shit? Why didn’t you say something before now?” He should have told us the minute he found out. This is some serious shit.

“She didn’t finish the conversation with him, considering my movement caught her attention after that. We had it out, and I told her I don’t fuck around with people who lie to me. She started screaming at me, saying she hadn’t lied, which she really hadn’t, but she also didn’t tell me about who her pops was. Told her I was done and left. Fucked up my head ‘cause I was actually into her, and she didn’t tell me she was a cop’s daughter.”

“So, we need to get this shit out of here quick like.” I blow out a breath and shake my head, still digesting what he’s told me. “We need Blow here and Nines. You gotta tell them this shit. We need a game plan.”

“I know.” He lets out a frustrated breath. “I should have went straight to Blow when I left her house, but fuck, man, she’d gotten under my skin, and I didn’t see it coming.”

“I get it, brother, more than you might realize, I fuckin’ get it.” Pulling my phone out, I find Blow’s number and touch the phone icon.

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