Page 33 of Wife Number One

From the other side of the room, Simon was finally silent, his beady-eyed gaze on Chaos like he’d been waiting years to see him with his gear off and now he was going to take his fill.

“Get your clothes off, Hawk,” my officer said. “Stop stalling. I don’t have all day. This is happening whether you like it or not.”

The back of my neck heated. “With Simon the pervert in here? I don’t fucking think so. Don’t need to be a visual for his spank bank the way Chaos is right now.”

Simon let out a babbling protest about how he was a married man and blah, blah, blah.

I didn’t care. Whatever took the attention away from the fact I’d been checking out my handiwork on Chaos’s scar.

I took off the club jacket and jeans I’d put on that morning. Lost the white wifebeater singlet.

I rarely wore underwear, so that wasn’t a problem.

I stared at the wall, but all I could think about was that some prick was getting all up and personal with my ass crack.

Breathe. Just fucking breathe.

I couldn’t.

Agitated and searching for distraction, I made the mistake of glancing over at Chaos again and found him watching me.

I raised an eyebrow as gloved fingers began tracing the same path I’d just watched them make over Chaos’s body. “Just making sure your dick is bigger?” I managed to get out while every muscle in my body tensed at the cop’s touch.

“I don’t need to see your dick to know it is.”

“You fucking wish.” I was no slouch in the dick department and I knew it. I had no problem showing off what that fucker up in the clouds had blessed me with.

As long as it wasn’t some asshole cop touching me when I did it.

The corner of Chaos’s mouth lifted when he was guided to a shower room where Simon was yelping like a little girl that the water he was being hosed down with was too cold.

I gritted my teeth for the rest of my search and died a bit inside as I was hosed off with some sort of lice wash-down which smelled like chemicals and seemed like fucking bullshit. “Is anyone actually going to charge us with something?” I asked over the din of the spray hitting the metal wall behind me and the gurgling of the drains beneath our feet. I fought the chattering of my teeth. “Or is this all just to remind us that we’re Saint View pieces of shit who don’t deserve rights?”

I argued with my cop, while Chaos’s gave him a fresh prison jumpsuit to put on and told him his clothes were being sent away for testing. Chaos just shook his head and started putting on the clothes like the good boy he was.

For fuck’s sake. Have some balls.

“That how you became the leader of the Sinners?” I asked him, voice dripping with derision. “By saying yes sir, no sir, how about I bend over for you, sir? You fuck your way to the top of that gang?”

“You talk a lot,” Chaos muttered from where he was toweling off. “You ever try just shutting up for once?”

“I could, but I don’t want to. It’s called having a personality.” I looked over at him as he sat on the bench to pull on a pair of gray woolen socks that seemed scratchy enough to use as an exfoliator. “You should try it sometime.”

He glanced up at me. “Would I have to talk as much shit as you do? If so, no thanks.”

“Your words cut so deep, Chaos,” I said sarcastically. “How will I ever recover?”

He rolled his eyes, and I was semi satisfied I’d gotten to have the last word. It was a cheap thrill, but then so were half the women I slept with, so whatever.

“Whitling!” a cop called from out the front. “There’s a lawyer out here to see you. Says he’s your brother.”

I raised my head in interest. Liam, despite being Chaos’ brother, was also a friend of War’s. He’d gotten more than one of us out of the slammer over the years.

The guard held the door open, and Chaos stood to walk toward him.

I stepped in front before he could leave the room and grabbed his arm. “Tell Liam he needs to get me out too.”

Chaos stared down at my hand on his arm and then back up at me.

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