Page 52 of Creature's Vengeance
Her blue eyes brightened. “Yes. Fascinating. Can you use them, too?”
I shrugged. “I think it’s mostly Drake.” I decided to surprise her later when I let the shadows hold onto her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide as I fucked her.
A shiver ghosted my spine as dark, sultry laughter filled my head.
Yes. She will enjoy all of us.
“That’s fine.” She licked her lips. “Do you think we could get him to come out and play in the bedroom?”
Oh, without a doubt. That was the plan. “I think he could be persuaded.”
She laughed as I hugged her against me. “Good.”
My smile tightened. “Are you okay? With what happened to Bells?”
I worried the mental toll and betrayal would be too much.
A flicker of sorrow crossed her face. “She made those choices, and they had consequences. She’ll have to face a judge for it.”
“And Roderick, too.”
Mateo didn’t survive his untimely fall. I wasn’t upset about it.
That left Angel Mackenzie and Luis Diego. They would answer for their crimes. The shadows would bring reckoning.
“I talked to Phyllis,” Blair continued. “She said her brother needed to learn his lesson, and prison time should help Roderick gain perspective.”
Damn. She was hardcore.
“You know she’s staying on with your dad, right?”
I smirked. “Yeah. I think they’re good for each other.”
“Me too.”
“I need to talk to my dad. There’s something that hasn’t been sitting right with me about my mother’s murder. Details that don’t add up.”
She opened her mouth to respond when the door to our room was flung open.
Skel rushed inside, his features pinched with what appeared to be a mix of pain and rage. “Creature. Fuck.”
“What is it?” I braced for whatever bad news he had to share, wanting one fucking day without having to shield my woman or my club from a threat. “And where the fuck have you been? I blew up your fucking phone.”
“That’s what I’m sayin’, brother. I did a deep dive on the web and found information about a hit ordered by the Bladed Serpents. Issued when your father was V.P.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Are you telling me his own club called the hit on our family?”
Skel tensed. “Yeah, brother. I’m fucking sorry. Looks like someone tried to cover it up, too, but they weren’t good at it.”
“Who?” I roared, grasping Blair’s hips and setting her on the mattress.
“We need to look into it, but Ratchet is the president of the Bladed Serpents now.”
Ratchet? “He used to be the Treasurer when Tinman was the V.P.”
“Yep. If he didn’t order the hit, he has to know something about it. I’ve found some shady shit with the club’s books. There’s a connection that’s mentioned multiple times. Luis Diego.”
