Page 79 of Greased

We both laugh and I nod. If it's anything like the PDA I have been seeing between my parents the last couple of weeks, I totally get it.

“But basically, they began meeting up in secret, which was hard to do considering nothing much stays secret when you are heirs to the biggest cartel families in the northern hemisphere.”

My eyes widen. “Cartel?”

Sonny chuckles, “Yeah. The Martinez family and the Ladrón families have been the most prominent families in the drug business since the downfall of Escobar.”

“Holy fuck! How did they get out? Your Dad seems so nice, I don’t see how he could even be remotely associated with people like them. I have so many questions!” I exclaim, already thinking of other questions I need answers to.

Sonny laughs, “Don’t worrymi amor,I’m sure Mama would love to sit down with you and tell you her story. Honestly, you probably won’t have much of a choice.”

“Done,” I say, already excited to meet or remeet his mother.

“Anyways,” Sonny says, directing back to his original story, “Sometimes I get nervous. Even though my parents were able to detach themselves from their families and escape the life, the threat still looms over their heads. Being the eldest son from both of them, it would be a shit fight if they found out about me.”

I hear the anxiety in Sonny’s voice and it immediately sparks my own. “That can happen? That’s an actual threat?”

Sonny blows out a breath, “Yeah,mi estrella.It's a real threat. But being a part of the club definitely has its protections and, with how well I’ve been trained, I don’t plan on letting them take me.”

I sigh in relief, releasing the breath I was holding. It still doesn’t relax the anxiety I feel. The thought of losing Sonny or any of my guys at this point is unthinkable. Even Dawson.

“Don’t worry Scar, none of us plan on disappearing anytime soon.” I hear the smile in his voice. He gives me the reassurance that I need.

“I’m glad. I haven’t finished making you lot grovel.”

Sonny laughs, “I haven’t either. I know you plan on seeing me on my knees more often.”

“You bet.”

Eventually we hang up the phone. It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep and like an absolute simp, my dreams are filled with Sonny and every single devilish thing I pray he does to my body.

Iwake up feeling refreshed. Maybe all I need is body shaking orgasms in order to actually get some good rest.

I pull on my school uniform and apply some basic make-up. Originally, I wasn’t too thrilled with having to wear such a formal uniform to school. Back in Australia, our uniforms were much more laid back. A fairly simple polo with an emblem on the chest and plain coloured shorts. The skirt has absolutely been a bit of an adjustment but it's starting to grow on me.

The kitchen is empty as I make my way down to get some breakfast. I grab an iced coffee from the fridge and smile when I see a wrapped up breakfast muffin with my name on it.

Sorry that we aren’t there this morning for breakfast. Your Dad had business to attend to and Shelly demanded I meet her for brekky. Love you, Mum.

I smile as I throw the note in the bin. I groan as I take my first bite. Mum has always made the best breakfast muffins. I don’t know what she does to the eggs but they are cooked to perfection.

A ding from my phone has me looking down mid chew.

NICKY

Fuck, I never thought watching you eat breakfast would be so fucking hot

I freeze and slowly turn around to where Nicky is standing in the doorway with a shit eating grin on his face. I watch as his eyes trail down my body, appreciating everything he sees.

After a moment, his eyes trail back to mine. I raise my eyebrows in challenge before letting my eyes roam his body and damn do they appreciate what they see.

When you think of hot biker guys, the last thing you would think is seeing them in a prep school uniform, but goddamn does it suit Nicky. His slacks seem to hug his legs in just the right areas and I know the view from the back is just as mouth-watering, it’s just too good to miss. It’s made adjusting to school much more pleasurable.

After perusing his body, my eyes finally return to his. They heat as he finally makes eye contact with me again.

“Do you like what you see?” he says, voice so low it's almost a growl.

I smile sweetly at him, feigning an innocence I don’t possess, “Hmm, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

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