Page 83 of Savior

Zane came up off the seat, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and back as he filled me with a roar. Our heavy breathing filled the small space, and I began to giggle.

“What?” he panted.

I wiped the sweat from my head with a smile. “I just imagined what it would’ve been like if you would’ve come into my apartment and made love to me like that. I would’ve never let you leave.”

“Who’s to say I would’ve left? Maybe I would’ve broken out the handcuffs and stuck around for extra questioning,” he exhaled a laugh and buried his face between my breasts with a playful growl.

The radio that Mike had insisted we needed crackled to life from the cupholder. “What are we seeing, Big Guy?”

Zane lifted his head and whispered against my ear, “Let’s see… a pair of fantastic tits and the woman I love wrapped around my cock.”

“I don’t think you can tell him that,” I whispered back as if Mike might somehow hear us.

He reached around me for the radio and brought it up to his mouth. “Yeah, we got nothing so far. Pretty quiet—”

We both jumped as something heavy rapped against the driver’s side window. The radio fell from Zane’s hand as he tugged himself back into his jeans before lifting me over the console and into the passenger seat.

Just as Zane reached for his weapon from the side pocket of the door, it was thrown open. I saw the barrel of the gun as it dug into Zane’s temple before the man holding it came into view. “Thought I made myself pretty clear—” Bear said in a low voice.

“Masterson, come in,” Mike’s voice crackled from somewhere under the seat. “Is there a problem? Do you have eyes on the target?”

I kept one arm over my chest and the other between my legs, fighting to remain semi-decent. “Sir Bear, we did not mean to—”

“Jesus Christ, Dakota! Put your goddamn clothes on!” He snapped, looking away with a wince. “Some spies you two make. What happened, Detective? Took a wrong turn and got lost in your wife’s cunt?”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Zane growled through a clenched jaw. “We weren’t here for you.”

Bear laughed. “Right, you were just here to fuck.”

I hurriedly replaced my clothing before trying again. “Please, we didn’t see anything. Just let us go, and—”

“Out. Let’s go. I gave you both a warnin’, one you obviously didn’t pay a goddamn bit of attention to. Maybe you’ll listen a little better this time around.”

Zane brought his hands up to rest against the steering wheel before calmly stating, “Let her go, Bear. She can take my truck. You and I both know the last thing you need is Grey’s daughter’s blood on your hands—”

“No,” I argued, tears already leaking from the corners of my eyes. “I’m not leaving you alone, Big Guy.”

“Dakota, listen to me. You are going to—”

“Shut the fuck up, both of you. Jesus Christ! No one’s goin’ anywhere, no one’s gettin’ special treatment, okay? She ain’t a kid anymore, Masterson. See…” He kept the gun on Zane before dragging him from the truck. “In my club, we have rules. Apologies and second chances don’t exist. We live by code, and we die by code.”

Panic held my body in a vice as I threw my door open and scrambled down after them, feeling as if I was on the verge of hyperventilating. My bare feet landed on broken glass, but the feeling of pain barely registered in my rush to get to Zane.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Bear warned, keeping the gun trained up at Zane. “Stay where you are unless you wanna be scrapin’ your superhero’s head up off the pavement. Now, I’ve let a lot of shit slide, but this has crossed a goddamn line. I ain’t your villain!”

“You didn’t even look for him,” I choked back a sob, knowing the only reason Zane hadn’t tried fighting back was because of me. “You just gave up—”

“Gave up? You don’t know a fuckin’ thing about what I’ve done,” he snarled.

“The reason you don’t know? Because I’ve got a goddamn traitor in my clubhouse. And, if I have to sit back and let everybody think it’s business as fuckin’ usual, I’ll do it to catch the rat who gave up your old man. But I’m not lettin’ a fuckin’ civilian come in and tell me how to run my club!”

“Is this because of Little Ricky?” I cried. “I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t mean to hurt him, I swear!”

Bear froze. “What’d you do to Rick, Dakota? Where is he?”

I swiped away my tears. “I didn’t mean to… I only wanted to help—”

The gun clicked, and Zane winced as the barrel dug into the base of his skull. “Last chance, what the fuck did you do to Rick?”

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