Page 15 of Slayin Villain
“I don’t care if they’re bleeding tears into their beards,” Prez spat.“You make it happen on schedule.You’re the one who wanted to step up.You wear that patch?Earn it.”
“I’ve been earning it,” I snapped.“I’ve been writing bylaws until my fingers bleed, playing peacemaker between clubs who’d rather shoot each other than shake hands.Meanwhile, I got a target on my back and a secret that…”
I stopped.Bit it back.
Too close.
Too fucking close.
Kingpin narrowed his eyes.“A secret that what?”
I shook my head.“Doesn’t matter.”
Thorn cleared his throat.“He’s good for it.You know it Prez, Villain always gets shit done.He’s just...under pressure...relationship trouble.”
My brothers grumbled then laughed, one by one like dominos.
Kingpin leaned back in his chair, eyeing me like I was a rusted chain about to snap.“You better be good for it.Because if this patch-over goes sideways, it won’t be me who takes the fall.It’ll be you.”
"Uh-huh," I said, my jaw locked.“I figured.”Prez wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout the party.He was talkin’ ‘bout security.
He stood.Church dismissed.
But as I headed for the door, Prez grabbed my arm.
“Get your house in order, Villain.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I didn’t know which one he meant, Royal Road or my bed.
I found Ember still asleep when I got back.Her long legs stretched out, lips parted in a soft moan that made my cock twitch even though I was still riding the edge of fury.She stirred as I stepped inside, eyes blinking open slow like a cat in a sunbeam.
“Church?”she asked, voice raspy.
“Yeah.”
“How bad?”
I dropped my cut on the chair.“Worse than usual.”
She sat up, the sheet slipping down, giving me a full view of soft skin, petite frame and everything in between.
“You okay?”
I didn’t answer.Instead, I walked to the bed, leaned down, and kissed her hard.
She gasped into my mouth, hands reaching for my waistband.“Again?”
I growled against her lips.“Yeah.Again.”
I needed to forget.Needed to lose myself in her pussy and the way she moaned my name like I was something more than just a shield with a patch.
She let me take what I needed.Let me fuck the stress out of me until I was panting, gripping her hips like she was the only thing anchoring me to the world.
But afterward, when she curled into me again, soft and sweet, I didn’t hold her.
I stared at the ceiling and thought of Rachel.
