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Claire gets to her knees, crawls between my legs, and pulls me out. “You want my hand or mouth.”
“Both,” I tell her without looking down.
“You got it, Keys,” she purrs. She probably thinks I’m gonna fuck her after she blows me, but that’s not happening. I need to focus. I need to relieve the tension inside me. That’s all.
As Claire wraps her lips around my cock, I get to work tracing the number Blow sent to me. Of course, it couldn’t be easy to find out who it belonged to. Damn burners. Good for many things, but a headache to trace.
I deepen my search, feeling Claire suck me deeper. Her fingers working me along with her mouth. She’s good at sucking dick and knows how to check her teeth.
By the time I blow my load down Claire’s throat, I’ve finally made some headway in my search. Claire sits back, licking her lips, catching my attention. But not in the way she expects. Shoving myself back in my jeans, I jerk my chin toward the door.
“Go on,” I tell her, and return my attention to the screen.
“But—”
“Go,” I interrupt her before she can finish her protest.
Huffing, Claire leaves my room, slamming the door behind her. Oh well. She’ll get over it. I’m sure she’ll find one of my brothers who’ll be willing to make her feel better.
By the time the meeting is supposed to take place, I finally find the connection I’m looking for. It’s not something that thrills me. In fact, it pisses me off.
The question that remains is what the fuck is she playing at now?
CHAPTER THREE
MARLA
“We get this done and then we’ll go meet with Calyx,” West states, pacing the length of his hotel room.
We’d gotten to town last night, and instead of going to my grandparents, we both got rooms at the nicer of the two hotels in town. It still wasn’t much, though it was way better than the other one. From what I could tell from the outside of it, it was a no-tell motel type of place instead of a decent one like this hotel.
At least here we have clean sheets and don’t have to worry about bugs and whatnot.
“I doubt Calyx will be waiting until we meet him after,” I grumble from my spot in the middle of West’s bed. We’d been in here all afternoon going over everything. Planning the best course of action to handle this.
My opinion, go in and be the bitch they all know me to be and get it over with. West didn’t like the idea and figured we’d go in together, me being on my best behavior so as not to piss off the men we’ll be dealing with.
“Calyx gave the order, and you know him. If he says something, then it’s the way it’s to be. He’ll wait. He doesn’t wantothers to know the extent of his operations, so he won’t show at the meeting,” West mutters as he stops his pacing and looks at me. “Are you ready to go? We’ve got to be there in ten minutes, and we’re already going to be late.”
“It’s better to be late than early.” I wasn’t looking forward to this meeting. Not in the slightest. The last thing I want to do is face the club. More or less face Keys again. Not after I humiliated myself in front of him. Nope. Totally wasn’t looking forward to this meeting. I already knew my brother and dad weren’t going to wait until later to have the meeting I intended for them. Meaning they’d also be at this meeting.
“Remember, don’t be a bitch, give them what they need, then we’ll get the hell out of there,” West remarks, hands on his hips.
“Whatever.” I sigh, stretch my legs, and scooch to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to get my stuff, and we’ll head out. But we’re stopping on the way there. I’m getting myself a combo from the chicken place in town. I want a sweet tea and tenders. You’re paying.”
“I always pay.” I hear West grumble as I step out of the room.
I can’t help but grin. He’ll get over it. Besides, I’ll make it up to him. He knows I will. I’ve got his back, and he’s got mine. It’s the way we’ve always been. It’s why the man, as annoying and aggravating as he is, is my best friend.
I quickly get my stuff out of my room, slip a pair of flip-flops on my feet, and grab a hoodie to throw on as well. It’s not the best outfit to be going to a meeting like this, but it’s all about putting on the persona they least expect. The last time I was here, I’d worn designer. Heeled boots, skinny jeans, and sexy tops. This time around, it’s shorts, flip-flops, and a hoodie over a tank top. My hair was even thrown up in a messy bun on top of my head.
The only thing done up is my makeup. There’s no way I could go out without my face done. I had to cover the dark shadowsunder my eyes along with the fine scar that goes along my cheek to hairline. It wasn’t deep enough to give me a noticeable scar. With makeup, I’m able to hide it. Without it, it’s totally noticeable.
Out of the hotel, West and I head for the non-flashy car. It was best to drive a regular sedan rather than West’s Mustang or my Camaro. Those cars were awesome and easy to spot. This little Ford Focus was a car that would be looked over and not questioned. The only downside to a car like this is that it wasn’t fast in the least bit. If we need to get away quick-like, that’s not going to happen.
We just have to hope that if the club doesn’t want to let us go, Calyx will step in and intervene. Considering West is his godson, he might just do that, but we’ll have to see how all of this goes.
West pulls into the drive-thru of the chicken place, I never pay attention to the name of it. I’ve always just called it this since the first time I came here. The diner in town was another favorite, but there was no way to go there without being spotted. It was owned by Marley’s man’s family. Griz would have gotten a call the minute I stepped inside that place.
