Page 100 of Rest In Pieces

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he says, his lips trailing down my throat.

He pulls back, putting some distance between us as he readjusts his cock. “You write the note, I’ll get the pills.” He blows out a breath. “I swear to fuck, if I don’t get away from you right now, I’ll bend you over your friend and fuck you raw. I don’t care if she does wake up.”

Deciding I’ve pushed my luck enough, I nod, staying exactly where I am until he storms out the door, muttering about me trying to kill him.

I blow out an exaggerated breath and walk over to the door where I left Nevaeh’s bag, ignoring how wet my panties are. I rummage around for her notepad and a pen, flipping through the pages until I find a blank one to scribble a note.

Hey Pippin, you had too much to drink, so G carried you up here, and we put you to bed. This is one of the spare rooms, so there’s no need to worry. There are some pills, water, and your phone on the table.

I grab her phone from her bag and put it on the bedside table.

Text me when you’re awake.

Love you,

Amity

I rip the page out and leave it with her phone, then shove the pad and the pen back in the bag. I move the bag back next to the door so she doesn’t trip on it if she needs to stumble to the bathroom. The ribbon from her hair has fallen out, so I pick it up and put it with the note and phone. She mumbles something about dogs wearing socks, making me chuckle.

I look at her for a moment and consider whether or not to take off her clothes. The pleated skirt and twin set she’s wearing might not be the most comfortable things to sleep in, but it’s better than her waking up half-naked in a strange bed. Instead, Islip off her Mary Janes and put them next to her bag. Just as I set them down, G walks in carrying a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water. He puts them next to her phone as I pull the blanket from the bottom of the bed up to her waist.

“Alright. I think that’s everything. You want to head back downstairs? I want you to meet Havoc.”

“Sure,” I say, but he must sense my hesitation.

“What’s wrong, Amity?”

“I’m not comfortable leaving her here with the door unlocked. Could we get the key from Blade?”

“Not necessary.” He opens the door and points to the lock. “You can open it from the inside, but when the door closes, you can’t open it from the outside without a key.”

“Oh, like a hotel room. That’s cool.”

“Yeah, it’s better than giving out keys whenever we have guests. A lot of the time, they lose them.” He takes my hand and leads me back downstairs, where the party’s in full swing.

It’s crowded now. I think every brother and bunny turned up to welcome Havoc. As we walk toward the center of the room, a voice bellows my name over the music. We both turn as the people around us quiet down, eager to see what’s happening.

Crane stomps over to me, a furious look on his face. When I see what he’s holding, it takes everything in me not to laugh.

“What a pretty kitty you have there.”

“This was you. I know it.”

I give him my best innocent look. “I was just giving you what you wanted. Beer, food, and pussy.”

He glares at me as the people around us start to laugh, realizing it’s a prank. I reach out to take the kitten, but Crane tugs him against his chest. “Mine.” He storms off, and I look at G with wide eyes.

“Okay, I’ll admit I didn’t see that happening.”

G cracks up, and I spot Blade and a big guy I assume is Havoc heading our way. When he walked in earlier, I couldn’t see what he looked like from where I was standing. Now, the closer he gets, I can see the serious expression on his face, despite the party, but the scowl doesn’t take away from the man’s good looks. He’s not handsome in the classic way. He’s far too rough around the edges for that. But with his dark eyes and air of menace, I have zero doubt he’ll star in many women’s fantasies once they get a look at him.

“Havoc, this is Amity, G’s girl. Amity, Havoc.”

I hold my hand out for the guy and crane my neck to look up at him. Most of the guys here are tall, with Conan being the biggest. But this guy could give him a run for his money. He has long, dark blond hair that’s shaved short at the sides, making me think of a Viking. His tan skin, which I assume is genetic, given the lack of sun he probably got in prison. And though he’s built like a linebacker, there’s a certain grace to his movements, which I’d never say out loud at the risk of getting shanked.

“Nice to meet you, Havoc.”

His huge hand swallows mine in a quick handshake before letting go.

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