Page 5 of Gio

The truth was that I spent entirely too much time in hotels when we were in the middle of an event, and I wanted my own space. And a kitchen even though I was too tired to cook and too freaked out—right now—to even stop at a drive-thru for a dinner I desperately wanted and needed to eat.

Stupid fucking criminals.

I didn’t care about some stupid gun deal. Guns were everywhere, almost inescapable, but they were forcing me to care, dammit. Back door deals like this were probably how mostof the guns in this country were sold and I wasn’t silly enough to think I could do anything to stop it.

I just wanted to go home, put on a successful event and get back home to California. Where I belonged.

My heart rate settled just enough after I arrived at the rental for me to enjoy—mostly—a hot shower. I scrubbed the day, including the stuffy casino air, from my skin and hair, letting the hot water relax my muscles until my shoulders were away from my ears. I didn’t feel one hundred percent, but I felt good as I stepped from the shower and wrapped myself in a big, fluffy green towel.

“Better,” I sighed and wiped away the steam from the mirror. I had just given myself permission to relax, confident the fear was behind me since I’d be back home in forty-eight hours or less, when broken glass sounded on the first floor.

I froze and stared at my reflection a little too long. Another window broke and then the door was kicked in. I stifled a scream by covering my mouth, my heart rate kicked up and I searched for a place to hide. The bathroom had nothing big enough to conceal me, so I stepped in the bedroom and scanned my options. Under the bed was too obvious. So was the walk-in closet. There was a linen closet, but it was all shelves so not an option. Behind me was a small space that used to be a closet, but now it was a storage facility that held old lamps and a chest of drawers with just enough space behind it to hide a small-ish human.

The sound of heavy footfalls grew louder, and I snatched my phone from where it charged beside the bed and tiptoed to the closet, crouching down low and calling the one person in this world I knew wouldn’t let me down.

“Harp, hey squirt, how’s it going?”

I smiled at the sound of my brother’s familiar voice, deep and slightly gravelly. “Cole, hey.” I tried to get my tone light and upbeat, but I failed. Miserably.

“What’s wrong?” All the joy vanished from his voice, and I could almost picture his scowl.

“Someone just broke into my rental house.”

“Okay. Stay calm and call the cops.”

“No,” I whisper-screamed. “You don’t understand. I’m in Vegas.” I sucked in a deep breath and gave him the quickest, quietest rundown I could without drawing attention to my location. “And two of them were following me in the hotel. I think they’re downstairs.”

“Shit. Okay.”

“Can you come? Please?” I hated sounded so weak and small, asking my big brother to come running to my rescue.

“Drop me a pin of your location.”

My hands trembled but I did what he said. “Done.”

“Okay. Stay right where you are and don’t come out until you’re safe.” Cole ended the call, and I was left staring at the phone. His words were oddly cryptic, but I did as he said and stayed crouched behind the chest of drawers in nothing but a towel.

Chapter 4

Gio

“Is this bad boy all for me?” Cindy giggled as she took my cock in both hands, looking at him like he was the only thing she needed to stay alive. Her lips tugged into a plump smile as she leaned forward and opened up, wrapping them around the crown with a moan.

“Ah, fuck.” I loved a woman who knew how to give a good fucking blow job and Cindy was a champ at giving head. My hands tangled in her blonde hair and my hips pumped, sending my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. “Yeah, just like that.” I took a fistful of her hair and fucked her mouth because Cindy was a dirty girl who liked it rough. This was exactly what I needed, a mindless fuck to help me sleep.

My phone rang and vibrated on the end table beside me and I reached for it without looking at the screen. “Yeah?”

“Gio, man. I don’t wanna see your hairy fucking ear.” Cole’s voice was strained, and I pulled the phone back to see it was a video call. Dude shouldn’t be complaining, he might have got an eyeful of my cock.

“What’s up, man? Looking for a peep show?”

“Not tonight,” he grunted. “Look I need you to come through for me tonight. Right now. Are you capable?”

I knew that tone and I knew those words. I sat up straight without regard for Cindy or my aching cock. “Yeah, I got you brother. What do you need?” Cole wasn’t just my MC brother,he was the same as blood, no different than Rocky. We grew up together and when his dad died, he and his sister came to live with us. They were family, period.

“Harper’s in town. She’s in Vegas putting on some charity function,” he began, his tone annoyed as he told me about the break-in. I pushed Cindy away and got to my feet, moving towards my bedroom while I scooped up my clothes.

“Okay. Where is she?” Little Harper was in trouble. She’d chased after us growing up, wanting to be so close to Cole at all times that she annoyed the shit out of him. I thought it was cute.

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