Page 82 of Wife Number One

He leaned one shoulder against the wall. “You ever heard of Psychos?”

I frowned. “The dive bar in Saint View? Yeah. I’ve heard of it.” Anyone who’d lived in Saint View longer than five minutes had probably heard the rumors about Psychos.

“You ever been there?”

I snorted. “Do you think I have a death wish? It’s owned by the Slayers’ prez and his family. They aren’t exactly my biggest fans.”

Luca folded his arms across his broad chest. “Then you haven’t seen the sex club they transform it into a few nights a month?”

“Seen it? No. It’s invite only, right? My most notable run-in with the Slayers was when they held me captive in their basement. I didn’t exactly get time off for good behavior.”

Luca stared at me. “Shit, really?” Then he shrugged. “Well, that should make you like this all the better. Because it’s come to my attention that their little sex club is making them a shitload of money. And frankly, I want in.”

I stared at him. “So…what? You want to turn this place into a sex club too?”

“Ding-ding-ding! We have a winner.”

I could barely believe what I was hearing. “You are joking, right?”

Luca shrugged a shoulder. “Why would I joke about something like that? Sex sells.”

I could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth. This was not what I’d had in mind for my restaurant. Not at all. I wanted something beautiful. Quiet. Somewhere people came because they wanted a quality culinary experience, not because they wanted to chow down some food then go have an orgy in the back room like they did at Psychos. No. No fucking way. “This isn’t Saint View, Luca! Providence is a nice place. The people here have money and…class. This will never be allowed.”

“Of course not. But a secret sex club is half the appeal of Psychos, and it’ll be the same here. What the town planning committee and the pearl-clutchers don’t know won’t hurt them. Like I said, on paper, that space back there is nothing more than a function room.” He rolled up the plans, fitting a rubber band around them to keep them from unraveling. He tapped them against his palm and looked past me to the street, a smile pulling across his mouth. “Sign’s here!” he called to the workmen.

He strode to the door, opening it and directing the two men delivering the huge sign to just put it down against the newly constructed wall until Luca’s guys could attach it to the front of the building. The sign was huge, taking both men to carry it and clearly designed to be a statement piece that attracted attention. They edged their way through the narrow doorway, turning once they were inside with more room to play with.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I swore beneath my breath. “You cannot call a restaurant that.”

But it was clear Luca already had.

Sinners.

He was naming the restaurant after my old gang. That name was associated with everything I just wanted to forget. The life I’d had. The person I’d been. The Slayers were never going to stand for this. After I’d walked away, the Sinners had sunk back into the shadows, while the Slayers had gone on their merry way, running their bar and sex club, and racking up big profits doing it, if Luca was to be believed.

But I had no doubt they were still there. Working for Luca. Waiting for their moment.

Luca was going to reignite a gang war with one simple little word.

Though to his credit, one thing did stand out in my head.

It was a great fucking name for a sex club.

25

HAWK

Iwatched Kara run off through the trees and swore low under my breath, swiveling around and storming back to my bedroom. I sank down hard on my bed before I even noticed I was naked, my erection bobbing in protest of the fact it was no longer warm between Kara’s thick thighs, nestled up against her wet pussy.

I hadn’t even realized it was her. I’d barely been awake. I was so used to Amber or Kiki or one of the other women sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night and being naked ready to ride my cock whenever I wanted. I’d just assumed...

Fucking hell. I should have realized her tits were soft and bouncy, nothing like the harder, fake ones Amber had. I should have paid attention to how holding on to her hip felt so fucking different than Kiki’s. Kara had been soft in all the places the other women weren’t.

I’d never really had much to do with bigger women. All the women at the club, except Queenie, who I sure as hell wasn’t ever going to fuck or Aloha would wring my neck, were thin. It just seemed to be a thing. They barely fucking ate, even on family days where we had so much food we could feed a small army, so it was hardly surprising.

I got hard when they touched my dick, and I came when I stuck it in them, so I’d just figured they were my type.

But now all I could think about was how hard I still was after being curled around Kara’s soft body.

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