Page 39 of Deadly Aloha
Hiro was already looking into it. They were sitting on a saddle rack with their legs dangling like a child’s in the air while typing on their laptop. I required all the members to join tonight, needing them to see just what joining would mean. I needed to know who could stomach the gore and who would turn tail. Only Kanoa was missing, but I already knew he was able to handle a bit of blood and did not shy away from the harsher punishments.
When I couldn’t think of anything else to ask the Bloody Scorpion, I took the rest of his tattoo. He cried and shouted and screamed, pleading for mercy, but I gave none. Just as he’d given none to the people he’d helped kidnap.Mypeople.
The peeler did a good job of taking the skin down to the muscle on his back. My hand, arm, feet, and torso were drenched in blood. I didn’t know if he would live long enough to see metoss him into the sea or if he would die on the rack, but I hoped he lived through it.
Once done, I stepped back to look at my art work.
“That really was a nice tattoo,” I commented to no one in particular. Spotting the nail gun still out from before, I stepped over to it. Putting down the peeler, I picked up the gun. “You know, he really was helpful. Maybe I should put the tattoo back on.”
Hiro was the only one who made a gagging noise as I picked up a strip of tattooed flesh from the pile on the floor.
It wasnear three in the morning as we loaded onto Virgil’s boat. I had a sense of déjà vu stepping aboard, seeing as I’d done this exact thing only three nights ago to dump the Bloody Scorpions’ bodies. The one whose tattoo I’d kindly reattached had rudely passed away mid-reapplication. The other one had lived long enough to see a few dorsal fins in the moonlit water below before he was tossed overboard.
Three nights ago, it had been Mal, Tangaloa, Virgil, and I with the two Bloody Scorpions. Rather than having Lu wait for me in our empty house alone, I’d left her at Mal’s house. Kensi and Nadia were also leaving the next day with Red and Aftermath and it gave them a little more time together before her new friends headed home.
Lu seemed to also enjoy getting to know Holly. Personally, I was silently hoping Lu figured out just what it was about Holly that gave me that weird feeling. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her or thought she was a bad person—I wouldn’t allow her around Luif I did—but there wassomethingabout her I was missing, andthatwas what I didn’t like.
Tonight, Lu boarded with me, Tangaloa, Kanoa, and Virgil. While most of us knew how to operate a boat and had our BECs, Virgil had a thing about others driving hisIsland Lady. We could have used Rory’s boat, but Virgil’s was smaller, faster, and stealthier. When dumping a body, a large houseboat like Rory’s was not as conducive.
“Manosare eating well this week,” Virgil laughed as we cast off.
I kept Lu towards the port bow. She did not need to see the cargo Kanoa currently had wrapped up in the stern. At least not yet. Lu was not stupid, and she knew what Kanoa’s return and our late-night boat ride meant.
I circled my arms around her middle, pulling her back against my front. We were both standing with our legs slightly spread for better balance. Every once in a while we got sprayed by the sea foam, but it was mostly a smooth ride.
“Talk to me, Lu.”
“I know why you feel you have to do this, and I agree with you that Cal is an ass, but this feels too extreme, Aloiki.”
Since I couldn’t put my cock inside her right now, I worked my fingers inside her loose bathing suit shorts and bikini bottoms. My fingers parted her folds, dipping lower until I found her entrance. Lu lifted her arms back around my neck, holding me to her as I slid two fingers into her wet cunt. She was only wearing a string bikini over her tits, which meant very easy access for my other hand to work its way inside to cup her breast.
“I love you,” I said into her ear, making sure the wind did not take my words. I’d been doing better at saying the words out loud, to make more of an effort than to justshowmy love for her. “This is who I am, Lu. The side of me you never saw because I didn’t let you. Iwon’tlose you again, for any reason. Others willnot be able to tell their ladies certain things, have to keep secrets to protect the club. But not you and me. I am building this club toprotect you, but you are still my priority. I will never place the club above you.
“But I need you to see this, Lu. Seeme. All of me. I swore to you that this time around would be different, and this is how. No secrets, no hidden missions, no broken vows.
“I’m not a forgiving man. I never have been. And I protect what is mine with every fiber of my being. I’ve killed men for polluting my island, cooked a man alive for molesting a child, and chopped men up for crossing onto our sacred grounds. Why would I do no less for the woman I love?”
The entire time I spoke, I worked my fingers in and out of her hot, wet core. I rubbed my thumb against her clit while squeezing her tit with my other hand.
“Aloiki…” she moaned.
“That’s it, baby,” I urged. “I’m going to make you come, right here, right now, before I kill the man who dared to lay his hand on what is mine.” I ducked my head down and nipped at her ear lobe. She gasped. “Do you want him to see?” I asked her, a rumble in my voice. “Do you want Kanoa to bring him up here to watch you come before he dies?”
Her hips undulated under my touch, her breaths turning into pants. Lu shook her head, but instinct told me it wasn’t in answer to my question.
“Yes or no, Lu,” I told her, not relenting as I brought her closer to orgasm.
She whimpered, but managed to strangle out a gasping, “Yes.”
I chuckled low in her ear. “That’s my girl.”
I looked over my shoulder to see Tangaloa standing not too far away from us. He was leaning back against the center console. TheIsland Ladywas twenty-two feet long with a raisedhelm and Captain’s chair. But my favorite feature was the large, mounted gaff that could swing either to the port or the starboard side.
“String him up,” I ordered my ex-brother-in-law.
Tangaloa nodded once before letting out a loud whistle to get Virgil’s attention. The boat started to slow.
Facing forward again, I licked up the column of Lu’s throat before I latched my teeth onto the bow at the base of her neck that held up her bikini top. A quick pull and the small pieces of fabric fell forward, exposing her breasts to the night ocean.
