Page 20 of Whips and Chains
He smiled at that, just a little, the small upward flicker of his mouth at least the closest I’d seen Fang come to smiling.
“You’re welcome. Sister.”
6
WHIP
“So does anyone want to take bets on how Fang is going to kill Levi?” X flopped down onto Violet’s couch like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m thinking poison dart, administered via a blowgun disguised as a vape.”
Levi side-eyed him from where he paced beside the sliding glass doors that led onto the balcony. “He’s not going to kill me.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Were we not looking at the same guy? Huge, blond motherfucker who was pretty pissed off you were touching his little sister?” I fought to keep the amusement off my face and leaned my elbows back against the kitchen countertop. “And he doesn’t even know you had her naked and riding your cock just a few hours earlier. How do you think he’s going to react when he finds out about that?”
Levi groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Shit. This is fucked.”
I glanced at X. “I’m putting a hundred on an old-fashioned classic. Sharpened toothbrush shiv, straight to the kidney.”
X nodded. “Very prison chic. I like it.”
Levi glared at both of us.
But all his annoyance did was light up the green in his eyes that was already impossible to miss, even from across the room. I couldn’t get the image of Violet riding his cock out of my head, which was exactly why I had been so quick to bring it up. Her thick thighs snug around his waist. His abs flexing every time he pressed his hips upward to pump into her. His expression when he’d come, buried deep inside her.
I’d been so hard watching them. It had taken all my willpower to keep my ass on the chair in her room and my hands to myself.
Not that I was about to tell him that. One foursome did not make us friends.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted the conversation.
X glanced over at it. “Did she come back?”
I pushed off the stool and moved toward the door. “Yeah, she came back and now she’s knocking on the door to her apartment, ready to ask for another round of kinky three-man sex.”
X’s expression turned hopeful. “You think?”
“No, X. I don’t think. And clearly, neither do you.”
I peered through the peephole, any humor I might have been feeling disintegrating at the sight of the men on the other side of the door. “Cops,” I muttered to the other two before I pulled it open.
One of the uniformed officers on the other side of the door flashed his badge at me. “Morning, sir. Is this the home of…” He stared down at his notepad. “Violet Garrisen?”
I nodded, mentally assessing how much of a threat the two of them could be and how quickly the three of us on this side of the doorway could handle them if the need arose. But my assessment came back as low risk. These looked like beat cops, most likely sent here to inform her of Toby’s death. “Yes. This is her place.”
“Can I speak to her, please?”
“She’s not here right now.” I wasn’t going to give them any more information than they directly asked for. Anyone who lived in this area knew better than to tell them more than you absolutely had to. The cops were well known to twist your words to suit their narrative, so the less you told them, the better.
“Do you know where she is?”
“At her brother’s place.”
The cop nodded, jotting something down on his pad of paper. “We’ll need his details, if you have them.”
“We don’t.” I wasn’t lying. I had no idea where Fang lived, but even if I had, I wouldn’t have said anything. They could do the math themselves. It would buy us some time to let Violet know they were coming, and that she should be ready with an alibi and cover story. One that matched ours.
The cop eyed me, clearly getting irritated with my lack of cooperation. “And who are you exactly?”
“A friend.”
