Page 37 of Grave Curse

“Romeo, we’ve got eyes inside the Situation Room, yeah?”

The return text was almost immediate.“Eyes and ears. Problem?”

“R U onsite?”

“Yeah, over at Ride Or Die, talking baby names with my Shy girl, Mabel and Ashtray. Ash wants us to name it Ashtray Junior because he thinks he’s the one who got us together.”

He kind of did, but that was beside the point.“First, don’t ever name your kid Ashtray Junior. Second, I need you to burst into the Situation Room in 5 minutes and get me out of there on ‘urgent business.’ No matter what you see, come in and get me out in 5.”

“Starting the clock now.”

I put my phone away and grabbed her by the arm. “I just clocked out for half an hour.” I bent low so I could put my mouthclose to her ear. Shit, she was short. “You wanna know what it feels like to have good ol’ Prince Albert tearing you up inside, I’ve got no problems with that. Come with me.”

“Okie-dokie, artichokie.” Her breathless giggle sounded like a laugh track as I guided her behind the bar and through the guarded wood-paneled door, which led to the heart and nerve center of the Gravediggers MC. The stairs and service elevator that greeted us were guarded by prospects. Their bored expressions snapped to keen attention as we passed to take the stairs down to the vaults. Casually I glanced down at the bitch I had in tow. Her eyes were wide, looking everywhere at once in a way that could easily have been excitement at being in a forbidden place she’d never imagined she’d be privileged enough to see.

Keep looking, Yoyo. Not that it’ll help you any.

When we hit the Situation Room, with its long conference table, two computer terminals and walls lined with monitors, she actually gasped out loud.

“Wow,” she breathed, while I closed the heavy door almost completely behind us. “This is so insane, like right out of the movies.” She stopped suddenly and gave me a look sparkling with unholy glee. “Have you ordered people todiein here? And then do you, like, watch it happen on all these screens?”

“If I want someone dead, I do it myself. No way would I ever watch something like that as if it’s a TV show.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess it would be better to be there in person, wouldn’t it? That way, you can watch the life drain out of their eyes up close and, like, super personal. I get that.” The smile she gave me was as perfectly happy as a fallen angel’s. “In fact, just the thought of it gets me wet. Show me your Prince Albert, Mr. President. I want to give him a warm, wet welcome.”

“So that’s what gets your motor going.” I snagged the nearest chair and sat down, keeping her in front of me where I could seeher. “Do you get all hot and bothered over thoughts of killing someone, Yoyo?”

“That’s not a problem, is it?” Her eyes were sultry, lit up from within by something akin to hellfire. “There are some people who deserve a painful, terrifying death. Not good people, of course. Just the baddies.”

Uh-huh. “And you decide who’s good and bad?”

“I decide who I like and who I don’t like.”

“You must not like me, because you’re not on your knees in front of me sucking on my dick like it’s your favorite brand of candy.”

She moved to immediately comply, a childlike pout in place. “But I wanted you to fuck me, Mr. President.”

Jesus fuck, if she called me that one more time… “Trust me, Yoyo. You’re not leaving this room without being thoroughly fucked.”

“Goodie.”

“But first you’ve got to put in the work. As I recall, you don’t have much of a gag reflex, yeah?”

“Good memory. I’ve been working on that since I was just a newborn club girl doing her first blowie. Guess how old I was.”

I didn’t even want to know. “You talk too much, Yoyo.”

“Just like my dear old daddy. Being a blabbermouth runs in the fam, I guess.” She giggled and reached for my belt buckle. I took my time helping her with the fastenings of my jeans, and as I did I took a surreptitious glance at the wall clock.Come on, Romeo…

“There he is, His Majesty himself.” Like a little kid unwrapping a Christmas present, Yoyo gasped with delight when she reached past my clothes and pulled out my cock, her eyes on the titanium jewelry decorating the head. “Ooh, but we’re all soft and unhappy. That won’t do. Let’s see what I can do to make him perk up.”

She wet her lips with a catlike sweep of her pink tongue, and I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at the clock once more as she leaned in.Romeo, goddamn it, get your fucking ass in gear—

The steel-plated door to the Situation Room swung open.

Thank fuck.

“Boss.” I had to hand it to my vice president. He barely even glanced at Yoyo before speeding into the room. “You’re needed. It’s urgent.”

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