Page 132 of Creed

Asher wasn’t surprised to hear that Creed and I are together, but his eyes bugged out of his head when he found out that Riley is my boyfriend, too. He ultimately just shrugged and told me if I was happy, then he was, too. This was just before he threatened each of them to never hurt me or he’d cut their dicks off. I rolled my eyes and Creed just laughed, while poor Riley looked like he wanted to either vomit or run away.

Feeding Riley ice cream off of my pussy later that night had him feeling much better. It was definitely a sticky situation but a total win for the two of us.

Things have been so unbelievably smooth since then and instead of feeling the peace of it, I’m so fucking anxious all the time because I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Today, we’re in an aerial studio somewhere in St. Louis, and Creed has rented out the entire building for the day, and the place is heavily guarded at every door. Creed is gone getting breakfast from some place called Cafe Diavolo, which he found absolutely hilarious, considering the building used to be a church.

Riley is sitting cross-legged in the corner of the room, watching me warm up to Darkside by Neoni. It’s one of my favorite routines and he gets to see why.

“You ready for this?” I call out over my shoulder and smile when I hear my boy chuckle.

“Baby, I’m dying to see this.” He calls out and I look over my shoulder to see him lean back against the wall, watching me with hooded eyes. “Show me what you’ve got, Snow.”

I wink at him and wait for my cue before I start to climb the silks to move into a rainbow marchenko. Dropping myself into an upside down split, I begin to strategically shift and move my body to get the fabric wound around my left leg. Once I’ve got everything where I need it, I grip the fabric and let my legs drop into a split pose, bent at the knee.

I move into the next trick, climbing, winding and weaving the silks between my legs and around my back. When I get to the top, I wait for the chorus to hit to get my bearings and find Riley now up on his knees, watching me with his hands gripping his hair. He told me that he never gets used to these moves and it makes his stomach pitch every single time.

I blow him a kiss and let go. I count the twists as I fall and feel the fabric as it unwinds and trust it to catch me, but what I’m not prepared for is a fucking guard that bangs on the window of the studio door, the sound so loud that it overtakes the music and sounds like a gunshot. It startles me and my leg slips from the lock I’d created in the silks and I unwind all the way, hitting the ground with a hard smack.

Pain radiates from my shoulder but otherwise I think I’m fine. The music cuts off and I hear Riley cursing and several sets of footsteps rushing toward me.

I can hear the guard saying something in an apologetic tone but I’m not paying attention to a damn thing he’s saying. I’m not a spiteful person to those who don’t deserve it but fuck him for breaking my concentration.

“Shit, baby, are you okay?” He frantically asks and I nod. “I need to get you off the floor, can I pick you up?” I nod again and feel Riley’s soft touch a second later as he gently scoops me into his arms.

His sweet brown eyes are filled to the brim with worry so I give him the best smile I can, though I’m sure he sees right through the bullshit expression. “Where do you hurt, Collins?”

I lean my head on his chest and take a deep breath. I could tell him I’m fine, but we all promised each other total honesty in all things.

“I hit my shoulder when I landed?—”

“What the fuck happened?” Creed’s booming voice echoes around the studio. I look over to see him stalking toward me, dressed in all black with a murderous look on his face that’s quite the contrast to the bags of food and fancy teas and coffees he’s carrying. He looks so fucking hot and I should not be sitting here getting wet just looking at him while my shoulder is throbbing.

I try to smile at him, too, but he doesn’t even return it as he glances at the nervous-looking guard, then to me. I don’t want to cause problems with the guard who scared me, but I’m fairly certain Creed expressed the need for quiet while I practiced and this guy either wasn’t listening or didn’t care.

I try to go for a half-truth. “My leg slipped from where I had it locked and I fell on my shoulder. I’m fine, Creed.”

“Bullshit,” Riley remarks and I turn my eyes to him and glare, but he doesn’t care. He just shrugs with me in his arms and explains to a fuming Creed, “You know she’s fucking good at what she does. You’ve seen her rehearse, and you saw her today before you left.”

Creed nods in confirmation and gestures with his chin for Riley to continue like I’m not sitting here, the traitors. “This guy,” Riley nods to the guard who is shifting nervously from foot to foot, and continues, “ignored the quiet order for something non-emergent and he hit the glass of the door so fucking hard that it echoed in the room and startled Collins. That’s what caused her to fall.”

Creed doesn’t even look at me as he stands to his full height again and approaches the security guard. He fists his shirt and rears back like he’s going to hit the guy but Asher busts through the door a second later.

“Buses, now.” He barks, and we all jump into action. Ash has been laid back for the most part but he said we’d know if shit was happening because of this very reason. Asher looks downright scary right now. Something must have happened, and we won’t know what the threat is until we’re safely back on the bus.

Action now, questions later.

Creed tries to scoop me into his arms when Riley helps me to stand but I’m fighting to stay on this side of reality and movement seems to help me so I snap, “I can fucking walk,” and instantly feel like a bitch.

Creed just grins despite the shit going on and takes my good hand and Riley’s hand with his free one and drags us behind him as we’re escorted to the bus with a wall of armed men, breakfast and coffee forgotten. Which sucks because I’m hungry.

Once inside, Riley pulls me into his lap while Creed makes up an ice pack for my shoulder. Of course he doesn’t give it to me when I reach for it. He plops down next to us, planting a kiss on my lips and on Riley’s temple before holding the ice pack to my shoulder himself.

Asher, Bear and Blair file into the bus and though I’m not fazed to see Asher tucking his gun into the holster under his arm, my fucking flabbers were gasted to see Blair holstering a his own firearm in his waistband behind his back.

Creed must take notice of my shock because he chuckles at me. “He’s part of Lachlan’s world.”

Ah, yes, the underworld, underground, whatever the fuck it’s called, world. I don’t get it, but I understand now. Doesn’t mean it’s still not a shock to see someone as sweet and outgoing as Blair with a fucking weapon on his person.

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