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“I’ll be back by the time you take your break—probably sooner.”

“Okay,” she squeaked as I curled my finger inside her.

I chuckled darkly, then I withdrew my hand and licked her wetness from my skin.

“That’s so not fair,” she panted.

“Never said I played fair.” I hooked the back of her neck and kissed her long and deep.

Her fingers clutched at my cut and pulled until she had me further between her legs. Our kiss quickly became savage. My hands moved over her as if I couldn’t touch her enough, or hold her tight enough.

She tugged at my hair and reached down to wrap her hand around my throbbing length. I almost ripped her pants all the way off and fucked her before I left, but I needed to get going and she had to start work soon.

Reluctantly, I separated us. Both of our chest heaved for breath. “Damn, baby.”

Trying to get control of myself, I moved away and helped her extricate her feet from her skinny jeans. But after I stood up, I leaned in for one more taste. As our tongues twined, I plunged knuckle-deep into her dripping cunt and pulled away. As I walked backward toward the door, I sucked my finger.

One of her boots hit the door as I was walking out. I chuckled darkly all the way to my bike.

“SaveYourTears(Remix)”—TheWeeknd&ArianaGrande

It had been a busy night and I was ready for my break. When Damien ended up having to leave early because they had an issue with the security system at the tattoo shop, I was bummed. Especially with the way he’d teased me and left me hanging. I’d been worked up all night.

Though he told me he should be back before I took my break, I hadn’t seen him yet, nor had he answered my text messages. I was getting a little worried, but I told myself he was probably busy or maybe traveling on his bike.

“You had a customer sit down at table fourteen,” Bo told me when I came back to the bar to pick up my next order. I hated table fourteen. We called it the “happy ending” booth because it was in the darkest corner, and you couldn’t really see what was going on over there.

“Gross. Why don’t they install better lighting back there? Or take the booth out and replace it with a regular table and chairs?” I grumbled. There had been some questionable things I’d cleaned up on that table that I hated to think about.

Bo chuckled. “It’s on the list.”

All the staff knew they weren’t supposed to do that shit out in the open, but we had several new girls and a couple had already been a problem.

Once he had my order ready, I dropped it off and headed over to fourteen. Of course, the guy was sitting in the darkest corner and one of the new girls was already leaving. She had several bills in her hand, and I tried not to gag as she wiped the corner of her mouth.

Nasty. As I closed in on the table, I prayed he didn’t expect treatment like that from me.

“Hi, what can I get for… you?” I had leaned over to set a small napkin in front of him when I made eye contact. My smile faded, and I backed away. “You shouldn’t be here.”

I tried to sound brave, but I knew I didn’t pull it off well. It was the guy from the other night. I glanced over my shoulder to see Voodoo and Squirrel forcefully escorting two customers outside. Security was dealing with the woman that was crying over by the bar and pointing toward the men being escorted out. Something told me this guy had something to do with that.

“Relax. I just have a message for you.” The oily smile he gave me made me feel nasty.

“Well, I don’t want any messages from you or anyone you know,” I snapped. “Now you need to leave.”

I took a step back, but I underestimated how quick he was. He snagged my wrist and jerked me forward until I slammed into his thick body. At least my tray separated us, but it prevented me from using it as a weapon. A meaty hand that smelled like something I didn’t want to think about slapped over my mouth and he stuffed me into the booth.

Eyes wide and terror kicking in, I struggled, but he opened a switch blade and held it to my neck. I froze.

“Thought that might get your attention. Now you tell your boyfriend and his friends that they’re sticking their noses in where they don’t belong. Your mom and dad are both dead now and that’s all you need to know. If you keep digging, you’re gonna uncover something you don’t want to, and then I’ll be forced to take care of youandtheir little biker club. Understand?” he asked with his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

Without trying to talk, I nodded. When I did, the tip of the knife nicked me, and I felt a small warm trickle run down my neck.

“Good, now you’re gonna sit here for a bit while I leave. You aren’t gonna raise a ruckus either. Because if I get stopped by security or one of those Bastards, my buddies out in the parking lot have orders to come in here and start shooting at anyone and everyone. I really don’t wanna have to make a statement like that. Okay?” The way he said it told me he absolutely didn’t care if he “made a statement.”

Again, I nodded—slower this time.

“Now, see? Wasn’t that easy?”

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