Page 7 of Satan
“This is a secure line?” Rico asked, surprising me enough that he snapped me fully awake. Pushing up onto my elbow, I grunted an affirmative. “You’ve got a problem.”
Fuck. Rico never reached out to me anymore. Once he basically placed me with the Ghost Born MC, he’d let me be, wanting me to give Chet a family to belong to, which meant he cut me free of all my contracts with him.
“Something I should bring to the club’s attention?” I asked, sitting up now. The blanket fell to my waist, and the cool air of the room washed over my upper body, making me shiver for a moment as my body temperature adjusted.
“Up to you.” Rico sighed. “A little birdie caught you walking into Reynold Jasper’s house, and they gave that intel to the Savage Dreams MC. Reynold was apparently giving them a pipeline into Mexico through his own connections, so they’re pissed and are out for blood. And your boy seems like their next target. An eye for an eye.”
Jesus Christ.
“Who told you?” I demanded to know.
Ricotsked. “You know I don’t give that info out. They’re just someone who thinks this whole feud between your two clubs is stupid and doesn’t want to see anyone else hurt after what happened to Malik. I’m just the messenger. I don’t want anything happening to your boy either, Satan.”
I blew out a harsh breath, glancing at the sleeping man next to me, dead to the world despite me holding an entire phone conversation right next to him. “Thank you,” I grumbled, the words like acid on my tongue. I hated being in debt to anyone. “What will this information cost me?”
“Nothing,” Rico told me. “I stopped keeping score with members of the Ghost Born MC. Just don’t die.”
I snorted and ended the call without bothering to respond. Tossing my phone back onto the bedside table, I laid back down, curling my body protectively around Chet’s. Chet rolled over, burying his face in my chest. I slid my hand up his back to curl my hand protectively around the back of his head. Dropping a kiss to the top of his head, I let my lips linger for a moment.
They’ll get their hands on you over my dead fucking body, I silently swore.
Chet yawned and stretched,pressing his ass into my groin before he relaxed again, pulling the blankets tighter around his shoulders. I stayed quiet, letting him take his time waking up. If he was rushed, he was a downright fucking grump forhours.
“Milkshake?” he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.
I laughed quietly. Hardly anyone could make me laugh, but Chet did so effortlessly. Because there I was, waiting for him to take thirty minutes to even be ready to roll out of bed and go empty his bladder, but he wasn’t even awake a whole minute before he asked about the milkshake I promised.
Only problem was, I wasn’t comfortable taking him out anymore. Not knowing I’d just escalated this shit with the Savage Dreams MC, and he was a new target.
“We can’t go,” I said. He tensed. I brushed my fingers over his chest. “I’ll text Rurik and see if he and Malik don’t mind going toget you one and a basket of fries, okay? You’ll still get the treats I promised.”
Chet rolled over, staring up at me with a frown. “Something happened.” Blowing out a harsh breath, I nodded. His eyes tightened, pinching at the corners. “What happened, William?”
I tugged him closer, biting back a groan when our dicks aligned. He needed a little more recovery time before I took him apart again. But fucking hell, waiting was absolute torture when I was so damn obsessed with him.
“Reynold apparently had a deal with the Savage Dreams, and when I took him out, it escalated the shit with the SDMC. Rico called to inform me you’re on their hit list.”
“Fuck,” Chet whispered, his jaw tightening. Reaching up, he rubbed at his eyes, then pushed himself to sit up. “Let me get dressed. Milkshakes can wait. We need to bring this to the club’s attention.”
I palmed his hip, curling my fingers to dig into his flesh. “You sure, baby? You come first. Always.”
He looked at me and nodded. “This is our family, William. Let’s call church and inform everyone of what’s going on. Probably need to do a call with the mother charter, too. Just to be on the safe side.”
“You’ll get your milkshake and fries after,” I swore. I wasn’t keen on having him upset with me again because I’d gone back on my word once more. I hardly ever broke my word to anyone, but it made me feel a little physically ill to break my word tohim.
He turned, laying his body over mine, a lazy smile tilting his lips. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. My armsimmediately wound around him, pinning his body to mine. He sighed into the kiss, sinking into me just like he always did.
“I know you will,sir,” he murmured. My cock jerked against his thigh at the sound of my title on his lips. He only used it when we were in a scene… or when he was feeling a little bratty.
I lightly smacked his ass before kneading the perfect, firm globes. “Clothes, baby,” I rumbled.
He nodded and moved off of me, padding barefoot and naked to the bathroom, his ass flexing with every step he took.Fuck, he was a work of art, and I was the lucky son of a bitch who got to own him.
6
Chet
Iwas good at putting up a front when needed. I tried not to with William because he hated the secrecy and the hiding. He wanted one hundred percent honesty with mealways. But I couldn’t put this on his shoulders after everything he’d done in the past almost two days.
