Page 31 of Burning Truths

Rolling my shoulders to loosen the tight muscles around my neck I try to hold back the groan.

The redhead steps back over with the top shelf whiskey I’ve been tossing back for the past thirty minutes and tips it. The amber liquid spills into the glass until it reaches halfway up and she stops. I curl my finger signaling her to fill it to the brim. I fucking need it.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

She doesn’t seem interested in giving me a real name so she tosses some bullshit answer over her shoulder on the way back to the liquor cabinet.

“Mia.”

I chuckle, “Ok, Mia. I’m -”

“I know exactly who you are, your Stone property.” she quips.

The brat has a smart mouth and the puffy pouty lips to go with it. My dick stiffens with the low raspy laugh she lets out but still the comment fucking stings. I’m more than a damn runner. I’m their right hand. Trusted. Gripping the glass tighter than I should, I slam it back enjoying the burn as it slips down my throat. Dropping the glass on the wooden bar with a loud clunk I look up to meet her eyes.

“I’d watch that pretty little mouth of yours before it gets you in trouble.” I sneer.

Rolling her eyes she comes over with a white wash rag to swipe up the drops I spilt on the counter. Bending to reach the far edge, her tits graze across the arm I have slung over the side of the bar. The black v-neck shirt she has on hugs her far too fucking tight.Shit.My eyes drop to the bare skin she flashes me drinking in the tattoos skin over her collarbone.

“Keep your eyes to yourself before it gets you in trouble.” she shoots back at me.

Using my own damn words to pull me from eye fucking her I give her a half smirk half sneer before I stand. She must think I’m walking away because she makes her second mistake for the night by turning her back on a fucking snake. With both hands on the wood I sling myself over the side to land on the other side of the bar where she’s standing. She freezes.

Pressing my front to her back I let her feel the heat of my body against hers. Slipping my arm around her I slowly slide it up her stomach, across her chest, to land around her throat. The dark ink swirling around my arm stands out against her pale skin. Tilting my head my lips graze her ear.

“I could fuck you right here and no one would stop me. Tempt me again, little tease, and I’ll show you who’s property you are.” I snarl.

I can feel her muscles tighten, but she doesn’t try to fight me off. Yet.

“Whatever you say, wannabe.” she says, her voice far too fucking steady.

This girl either has no survival skills or she’s too air headed to know how dangerous I am right now. On the fucking edge pushed too far. Teetering on the cliff ready to jump. Biting into the curve of her neck I tighten my hold on her throat.

“Easy, little tease. I wouldn’t push your luck.”

She laughs. In a move too fast she slams her elbow into my ribs while spinning to where she faces me with a knife pressed into my throat.

Where the fuck did she get a knife?

My eyes dart over her form looking for a place she could have stored the weapon but come up empty. Her jeans hug her curves perfectly there’s no way she fit it there. She smiles wide flashing me her pearly white teeth and cocks her head.

“Do you know who I am?” she questions.

She leaves it hanging there like I should know her. I don’t, but fuck I’m about to or at the very least my dick is. Curling my lip I push her hand away from my throat and step back into her.

“Damn,” I lick my lips letting my tongue twist my lip ring, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I say, grabbing her hand.

Forcing her to trail down my leather jacket to the bulge in my jeans I press her palm over my dick.

“I can’t wait to sink into your cunt.” I spit.

Letting the venom in my words settle over her I shove her off me into the back glass and storm out of the bar. If I don’t get away from the tease I’ll fuck her right there where she stands. Opening the door I don’t look back letting the door slam behind me. Pulling out my cell I check for any updates but when I come up empty I decide it’s time to work off some of this steam. So I head to the one place that does exactly that. The Basement.

“Come on, G. My man.” the man begs.

Fucking beggars. All of them. The closer I appear to be more to the Stone brothers the more people expect a hand out. It’s a goddamn mad house in here tonight and without Ryker in here to put on a show I have to find the fun. Shaking my head I push past the young guy who has a death wish to go over to my boy Easton.

“Yo bossman!” he hollers over the loud ass screams and cheers.

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