Page 18 of Big Easy
Grim and I wait for him to enter his home before crossing the street. We enter the house through the unlocked front door. Dumbass.
Having already scoped out the inside of his home earlier in the day, we make ourselves comfortable in the living room while Peter hits the shitter. Twenty minutes later, the son of a bitch walks into the living room, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of two bikers, one with a gun pointed at his face.
"Take whatever you want," the pussy says and throws his hands above his head.
"We're not here to take your shit, dumb fuck." I stand.
"Then—then, what do you want?" he stammers.
"You put your hands on my woman." I make a move toward him, and Peter back steps, hitting the wall behind him.
"I don't know what you are talking about." His voice shakes.
I'm in his face, standing toe to toe with him at this point. "Sutton, your father's nurse," I growl, and his eyes widen. "That's right, fucker." I bury my fist in his gut, and he doubles over. "She is mine, and I don't take kindly to other men puttin' their dirty, unwanted hands on her."
"She never mentioned having a boyfriend." He stumbles to the side, knocking into a small table near the couch. "And I didn't see a ring on her finger." Finding his backbone, the motherfucker propels his body forward and takes a swing at me but misses. Losing his balance, he falls to the floor. I dig the toe of my boot into his ribcage, causing spittle to fly from his mouth.
"You won't get away with this. I'll have you arrested," Peter yells.
Grabbing a handful of his hair, I lift him from the floor. "You stay away from Sutton," I warn him.
The asshole glares then sneers in my face. "Or what?"
"You fucked up," Grim shakes his head.
Before the fucker has a chance to wipe the smug look off of his face, I remove it for him with my fist. My knuckles repeatedly make contact with his flesh until there is nothing left but a bloody mess.
I toss his worthless ass to the floor, his busted face cradled in his hands for protection. "Keep your fuckin' hands off my woman. This is the only warning you get, cocksucker. If I have to repeat myself, I'll let my gun do the talkin' for me." Looking at Grim, I jerk my chin. "Let's ride."
6
SUTTON
It's the end of a somber day. On my way home from work, I can't help but let today's events weigh heavily on my mind. Just a few short hours ago, Mr. Sanders passed away. That is the part of my job that never gets easier, but I take solace in the fact that today was a good day for him. He was coherent, and he was not in any pain. And the part that is troubling me the most is that his son was not there. In fact, I had tried for several hours to contact him, only to have his phone go straight to voicemail every time. I haven't seen Peter since the unsettling incident in the parking lot several days ago. He has not been back once to see his father.
Shaking those thoughts away, I pull into my parking spot in front of my apartment and cut the engine. Climbing out, I make my way up the stairs. Just as I unlock the door, a feeling of being watched passes through me. Peering over my shoulder, I scan my surroundings but don't see anyone. For a moment I think I hear a noise coming from the apartment beside mine, but quickly squash that idea. The unit has been empty for a few weeks. I quickly enter my apartment and lock the door behind me, not liking the eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. I live in a safe neighborhood, but you can never be too sure these days.
Once inside, I toss my purse and key onto the table beside the door, make my way through the living room and past the kitchen to my bedroom. Upon entering my room, I notice straight away something is different. My closet door is wide open, and the assortment of perfume bottles I keep on top of my dresser has been moved around. For a split second, I panic, but quickly come to the conclusion Maci probably came in here to borrow some clothes, and she often will use my perfumes. Just then, there is a knock at the front door. Looking down at my watch, I note the time and wonder who it could be. I'm due at my parents' house in forty-five minutes, so I know it's not one of them, Collin or Lilly. Padding back out into the living room, I peer into the peephole of the door to see Jaxson standing there, and I smile. Disengaging the locks, I swing the door open. "Hey."
Taking a step forward, Jaxson snakes his arm around my waist, pulls me against his chest, and takes my mouth with his in a scorching kiss, stealing my breath. A few seconds later, our connection is broken, and my eyes flutter. "Hi," I repeat breathlessly.
"Hey, babe."
And just like that, all it takes is being in Jaxson's arms and an earth-shattering kiss to melt my lousy day away.
"How was your day?" he asks.
"Better now that I've seen you," I tell him honestly.
"Good." Jaxson kisses me again on the tip of my nose before lowering me to my feet. "The guys and their old ladies are gettin' together at the clubhouse, and I want to take you to meet them."
"Oh. Um, I can't tonight. I really want to meet your brothers, but I have dinner with my family every Thursday."
"No problem. We can eat with your family first, then head to the clubhouse after."
"We?" I ask nervously.
"Yeah. I'm going with you. I have to meet your parents sometime. Now is as good a time as any."
