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They each clasp my hand and pull me into a respectful half-hug, calling out their goodbyes before jumping on their bikes and peeling out of the lot. Once they’re gone, I hurry inside. A lot of customers are already back to drinking as if a woman being sadistically tortured and murdered and then tossed intothe parking lot is part of their everyday lives. It only shows me how inherently selfish our species has become. Shit like that will shake you for a second, but then it’s back to everyday normality like that other person wasn’t a human being.

Sometimes, it makes me fear for the world we’re leaving behind for our kids.

The only ones who seem to really be shaken up are my employees. Why the fuck wouldn’t they be? They’ve been the targets from the beginning. Killer doesn’t give a shit about the motherfuckers who come in here to see tits and pussy grind in their faces.

My fists clench and unclench as I search the room for my woman. I shove my way through bodies, growling when some of the drunk fuckers refuse to budge, and I have to fight the urge to shove my fist into their faces.

Finally, a group of businessmen part, and there she is, sitting in a booth with a glass of whiskey in front of her.

I don’t remove my eyes from her as I stomp my way over, not even when I slide in beside her.

Lifting my hand to cup her cheek, I turn her face toward me. The fear in her eyes is so deep, I’d swear it covers her entire fucking irises.

“I’m here, baby girl,” I tell her.

Her lip wavers when she lifts her hand to anchor it around my wrist. “It’s him, isn’t it? All of this has been him, just like I thought.”

“This one was him for sure. Others are still in the air, but my gut is saying they’re probably connected.” My thumb drifts across the smooth skin of her cheek. “Got you now, Hummingbird.”

“Jericho, I don’t like other people getting hurt because of me. In fact, I really, really hate it.”

“Goin’ to fix it, baby girl. Been meanin’ to tell the club, but we been so smothered with the shit Crow is goin’ through that it keeps getting pushed to the side.”

There’s been too much fucking collateral damage to keep quiet anymore. I shouldn’t have to to begin with, but it was the only way I was going to get her to trust me enough to eventually tell me what I needed to know.

Bailee’s leg bounces as her fear and anxiety spike. I drop my other hand to her thigh and squeeze. “What can I do to help you?”

There’s a change that comes over her that fascinates the fuck out of me. A sultry expression settles on her face, and her perfectly plump lips part a breath. Her gorgeous eyes become hooded and fill with so much carnality that my dick lengthens beneath my jeans.

I grimace and remove my hand from her cheek to readjust my aching length. It still throbs painfully and weeps for relief no matter how many ways I move it.

“The girls have been teaching me some moves.” Her hand drifts down my neck and under my cut to glide across my chest. Her fingers feather down until she’s cupping my bulge.

I groan, the weight of her hand heavy against me, and the feel of it is a shot of ecstasy straight to my balls. The temptation to bend her over the booth, fuck her until she’s creaming on my cock, and showing everyone who the fuck she belongs to lashes against my skin. That way, they’d know I’ll gut them and feed them their insides before slitting their goddamn throats if they even think of putting their hands on my woman.

“Have they?” I ask in a voice full of gravel, dropping my hand to her bare thigh and sliding it up under the hem of her shorts.

She scoots closer, so fucking close that it shoves my hand farther into her shorts and straight to the damp lace covering her pussy. Bailee drops her mouth to my neck, knowing what havingher lips there does to me and my damn cock. She licks, nips, and sucks my skin until she reaches my ear.

“Why don’t we go to the apartment and I’ll show you?” she whispers, catching my earlobe between her teeth.

Since I’m unable to reach her at the angle I want, I pull my hand from her shorts and cup her sweet cunt until her heat is beating against my palm. “I take you to that apartment, baby girl, I’m goin’ to fuck this pretty little cunt so raw, you’re not goin’ to walk straight for a fuckin’ year.”

“That’s what I’m counting on,” she purrs, sucking on my neck, claiming me as much as I want to do to her.

Gliding a hand to the nape of her neck, I pull her head away from me and peer down into her face. She lifts a brow, taunting me. I slam my lips to hers, taking her mouth in a way that promises unholy delight.

We’re both breathing heavily when we pull apart. I don’t waste time climbing from the booth, pulling her with me down to her apartment. We don’t speak, the quiet between us only heightening the sexual tension.

My cock throbs with each step I take, and I regret going commando as the abrasive denim rubs against me.

Stopping us in front of the door, I grab the keys from my pocket just as Bailee steps against my back and glides her hands around me from behind so she can unbutton my jeans.

Her hand snakes inside and wraps around my cock as I open the door. She pumps a few times, the exquisite heat of her palm anchored around me yanking a hiss from my chest.

“Playin’ with fuckin’ fire, baby girl,” I rumble, reaching down to pull her hands off me with reluctance.

“Then burn me alive, bossman,” she purrs, brushing past me and lifting her shirt over her head.

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