Page 13 of Chaos Luck Wrath

At the mention of Liam, Gage’s jaw tensed and his eyes darkened with fury. “Please tell me you didn’t take off on us to go meet up with him. Not after what he did.”

Layne didn’t need to say anything. When her eyes looked at Gage apologetically it had him grumbling under his breath, “Son of a bitch.”

Joey shot a hard glance at Gage, warning him to keep himself in check. Then, he looked at Layne and ran his fingers along the side of her face before sliding them into the depths of her brunette locks. “None of this is your fault. If I ever hear you say that again, I will wash your mouth out with my cock every night for a month straight.”

He pulled her mouth up to his, before whispering against her lips, “And before you get too excited about that prospect, I should add that it won’t be getting buried in other parts of you afterward.”

Closing his grasp on a handful of her hair, he remained painfully close to the pale pink of her lips. “Do you understand me, Layney?”

As quiet as a mouse, she uttered her response, “Yes.” It was hard to tell if Joey was bluffing or not, the man had yet to show any amount of restraint when it came to fucking her. However, she enjoyed his cock in her too much to find out just how much he was willing to stick to his word.

“Good. Now,” he released her hair and leaned back away from her without ever gracing her with the kiss she had been expecting. “Go sit your ass down and tell us everything.”

Both her brows lifted the second he retreated from her. “You’re not even going to bother giving me a kiss?”

“If I put my mouth on you right now the only discussion that will end up taking place is going to be you screaming out my name.” One thing Joey didn’t have was an infinite amount of control. After a few weeks of going without so much as a hand-job from her, he barely trusted himself to be in the same room as her without yanking her pants down and jackhammering into her.

When she looked over at Gage for some level of back-up, he merely shrugged at her. “Don’t look at me, Lucky Charm. You’re going to have a lot to answer for when I get my hands on you.”

Great. She knew she had some explanations to make, but she hardly expected to have them both keeping their distance from her in the interim.

Layne took up a spot in the center of the couch. They both followed and while Gage seemed to prefer standing, Joey sat across the way in a plush armchair. Both sets of brown eyes were on her, patiently waiting for her to lay everything out on the table.

She started from the moment that Liam had called her and walked them through everything up until the time he left the House of the Chinese Dragon. Neither of the guys interrupted her, though at some points it looked like Joey was going to put his fist through the glass coffee table in front of him.

“I couldn’t risk it, not knowing whether or not he could actually follow through on his threats.” Layne sank back into the couch now that she had retold the entire incident.

Gage squinted his eyes in confusion trying to follow Liam’s logic. “Wait. Besides the part where he’s a whiny bitch unable to cope with you being in charge, part of this whole damn thing is because he’s pissed thinking that Joey executed a contract on your mom?” He scoffed in disbelief.

She shifted uncomfortably, as did Joey. It wasn’t a topic they often discussed. They had talked about it enough times to work through the painful realities of it. Layne had gotten to a place where she was able to redirect the blame onto the man who had given the orders, Michael Franzetti. If it hadn’t been Joey, it would have just been someone else.

Noticing the awkward silence that fell upon both Layne and Joey, Gage blinked several times in disbelief. He looked at Joey. “Seriously? That’s fucked up.”

Joey cleared his throat to try and push past the lingering guilt over it. “It was long before I knew Layne.” There wasn’t a day that passed where he didn’t regret that entire fucking contract.

Shifting his attention back over to Layne, Gage now better understood Joey’s insistence about being there for Layne on her mother’s death anniversary.

Layne busied her hands with a strand of her hair between her fingers as she thought about what else Liam had said about Joey’s past. It was something she had deemed unnecessary to bring up during the rundown. “Yeah, so, that’s about it. He left it pretty fuckin’ vague on when he expected me to get my affairs in order. It could be tomorrow or it could be three months from now for all I know.”

Standing, Joey pulled out his phone from his pocket and began texting quickly. “I’ll get Brandon working on seeing what he can find out about the two other guys that showed up to the lunch date with Liam.” After several more taps of the screen, he sent the request over and returned the device back where it came from.

Having a better understanding of why Layne had done what she had, Gage came over to sit next to her on the couch. “Baby,” he placed a hand on her thigh. “I’m sorry I lost it. I know you want to make sure everybody is safe, but you can’t do that when you don’t have someone watching your back.”

“He’s right, Layne. This can’t be an ongoing thing. If Liam knows hanging this threat over your head will lure you to him, he will keep playing that card for as long as he can,” Joey piped up, also rising, and joining them on the couch on the other side of her.

She looked at them both, wondering how she got so lucky. Two men who loved her to a fault. Two men who would never rest when it came to her protection. Two men who were way too close to her to have any sense at all. Layne wondered how soon her luck would turn bad if she didn’t start playing some Russian roulette.

Chapter Seven

HELLO & GOODBYE

“Joey! Fuck! Joey!” Layne cried out as his hips slammed into her again.

After they discussed Layne’s little disappearing act to have a chat with Liam, it seemed the air shifted around them quicker than an approaching hurricane. When she leaned over Joey to place her gun and its holster on the side table, his most primal instincts had taken over. The way her body brushed against him in that innocent movement, the light curve of her back that led over her ass which was all but short of presenting itself in front of him, and the quiet groan she made as her arm stretched to reach over to the table on his left. Joey’s restraint promptly left the building.

His cock had dictated that it find itself deep inside of her with such an urgency that when he grabbed Layne, the startled look on her face drove him even further into a frenzy. He had tossed her onto her stomach on the sofa and yanked her pants down enough to expose the sight of her pussy that he would happily risk a torturous death for. Joey barely waited for a breath after opening his jeans and pulling out his aggressive hard-on before he shoved himself inside her like a man who had been stranded in the goddamn Sahara and her body was the oasis he needed to survive.

Layne felt his hands tightly gripping her hips for dear life as he rammed his steel-like cock into her. Her pleasure immediately blindsided her, leaving her moaning out intensely without so much as a chance to ask him what he was doing. His rough entry had her cunt aching as it stretched around him. Yet, all of it was welcomed after the medically mandated hiatus.

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