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He shakes his head and pulls me close. I lay my head against his muscular chest. I won’t say what needs to be said. That what we just shared is a one-time thing, but I know that it’ll be a lie. I can’t act like I didn’t experience this with him. It wasn’t just sex but I’m not going to think about it right now. So, I do as he asks, bask in his warmth, and let the beating of his heart comfort me.
“Rest up, sweetheart because I’m not done with you yet.”
A smile crosses my face. “I can’t wait.”
He chuckles and kisses the top of my head.
Chapter Eight
KING
I’vebeenfieldingphonecall after phone call all morning. Someone’s definitely fucking with us. Not sure if it’s the Bianchi’s or someone else. I don’t know whether the Syndicate has any clue the girls are here. I’m close with a few of the chapter presidents, so I’ve been trying to gather information on what’s happening with them to see if it’s lining up with what’s happening to us.
Loki, from the New Orleans chapter, is the last Prez I’ve been in touch with. All is good down there, but he’s keeping an eye out and will let me know if things change.
Everything with the Bianchi’s has cooled down in Vegas with Alonzo on the run and now they’re working on getting Chief out of prison. Grimm says after Bianchi and Messina are taken down then the girls can come back, until then we both agree it’s best they stay here.
“I’m so ready for all this shit to be over.”
Alonzo is still in the wind, but my concern centers on Alana’s ex. I think he’s more of a threat than Alonzo. While Alonzo Bianchi calls the shots, I think Matteo has a lot more pull in the Syndicate than Alana knows. I’m pretty sure Matteo’s the one who put the bounty on her head whether or not the Don okayed it. He’s definitely coming for her.
I’ve done a deep dive on him, and he has his hands in all kinds of shit. Prostitution, human trafficking, drugs, and counterfeiting, to name a few. But the way it looks Alana may have started a war within the Syndicate with the information she gave Grimm. His impending marriage, and all the shit she dished may have pushed Matteo’s timeline up to take over, which I think he’s still trying to do behind the scenes and while on the run. My guess is to do that, he needs to get rid of her.
“How in the hell did she not know all this?” I mumble as I flip through the stack of intel on Matteo Messina. “Or is this the shit she gave Grimm?”
He isn’t just a soldier like everyone believes. He’s not the named Underboss but he’s definitely acting like it. And from the intel I’ve been able to uncover it looks like he’s making a play for the top. Well, that was before she blew up his plans. So, yes, he has a very good reason to come after her.
“Come in!” I shout when there’s a knock on the door.
I don’t even look up from the stack of papers to see who it is. I gave orders not to be disturbed unless someone was dying, or we were being raided so I know it has to be one of three people. Reaper, Saint, or Alana. They’re the only ones who don’t give a fuck about my orders and who’d have the balls to ignore them.
When the door clicks close, I glance up and I can’t help the smile that crosses my face.
I stop flipping through the paperwork on Messina, and sit back in my chair, steepling my fingers. “What can I do for you, Alana?”
She rolls her eyes, despite the fire simmering in them. I smirk. Only a few days ago, I had her spread open on every surface of this room. But I’ve been so busy lately, I’ve only seen her in passing, and we haven’t had the chance for a repeat. I’ve been out on the road dealing with the rival motorcycle club establishing itself right outside our territory and trying to gather as much intel on Matteo Messina as I possibly can without rattling cages that don’t need to be rattled.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
She plops on the couch, then crosses her leg over the other at the knee.
She looks good, like always. She’s wearing this long flowy black skirt, a matching tank top with skinny straps, and her black Chucks. She looks casual but sexy. Although at this point, I think I may be biased when it comes to her. It doesn’t matter what she wears, she makes everything look downright sinful. I can imagine licking that delicious pussy underneath that skirt.
Not being able to stay seated any longer, I stand and walk around my desk, making my way to her. Her eyes roam down my body before resting back on my face. When I reach the couch, I stop in front of her and cross my arms over my chest. She looks up at me with so much desire it almost knocks me on my ass. She may have come in here to ask for something else, but this dick is what she really wants. And she’s going to get it anywhere and everywhere she wants it.
She gasps when I drop to my knees in front of her. I push her legs open, and push her skirt up some, hoping to get a glimpse of what I’ve been missing.
“What can I do for you, Alana?”
Her smile is barely detectable, but she pulls her long skirt up further, letting it rest just above her knees. I run my hands up and down her thighs loving the feel of her smooth, soft skin against the calloused pads of my fingers.
“Depends,” she says with that mischievous glint in her eyes I’ve come to love, as she moves her hands slowly down her stomach.
I inch my fingers further up her thighs, closer to her pussy. “Depends on what, sweetheart?”
I have no doubt she’s drenched. Alana is one of the most forward women I’ve met when it comes to her sexuality. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask. She’s someone I can get really addicted to. Right now, I haven’t decided if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
“It depends on whether you have the time for me, Dylan.”
