Page 51 of Bitter Desire
“Christian,” I supplied.
“That’s what I said,” Law muttered, leaning back against the couch with a wry grin. “Just didn’t expect that shit head to tell me what he did.”
“Which was?” I leaned towards him, angling my body towards his, hands braced on the couch between us.
“That he was scared of the person who put him up to it. That he didn’t have a fucking clue who had done it either.”
I blew out a breath. I hadn’t expected that. “Oh.”
Law grunted in response. He reached out, fingers finding the edge of my robe and he turned the material over in his hands, playing with the hem. “He did tell me that it was a woman that told him what to do. Over the phone.”
“That means it can’t be Zeus, right? If it had been a woman it would have been Connie, and he knows what she sounds like.”
Law tugged on my robe, pulling it towards him and I sucked in a breath when it slid down down my arm, baring my shoulder. He leaned towards me and dropped a kiss to my exposed flesh. “That’s what I thought,” he said, breath warm against my skin and I shivered. “But he did tell me that he got his orders the day he left the Cairn.”
My eyes closed, Law’s arm went around my waist pulling me towards him, and I leaned into his touch. “What?” It was hard to pay attention to what Law was saying, especially now that he had hooked a hand under my thigh and had lifted me up, moving me into his lap. I opened my eyes to see Law was watching me intently.
“The Cairn, Honey.” His hands were on my waist now, rubbing lightly against the fabric of my robe. “He got contacted the night he left the club. It has to be someone with connections to the club, otherwise the timing is too neat. Shit head said they knew where he’d been.”
I moved, wiggling closer to Law. He had my robe open now, my breasts bared to him and he leaned forward, lowering his head as he kissed the swell of my breast. I moaned when his tongue dragged across my skin, circling my nipple before he pulled it into his mouth.
“W-what did he say about-about the woman who contacted him?”
“That he knew she was a front for someone else. Someone that scares the shit out of him.” Law’s mouth was hot on my beaded flesh and I shifted, hands going to Law’s head. I combed my fingers through his hair and sighed when he began peppering kisses across my chest. He licked a path to my other nipple, a hand coming up to knead my breast. “He knows more than he’s telling me but he kept his shit together, even with me putting his face through a wall.”
My eyes opened and I went still. “You what?”
“Had to do what I had to do today, princess.” His voice was a low rumble against me. The vibrations of his words, the soft warm puff of air from his breath as he spoke making goosebumps appear on my skin. I trembled when he began to alternate between kissing and fondling my breasts with his large hands. “I’ll do anything to keep you safe. You need to know that. Won’t give a fuck who I have to hurt, what I have to do, or what it costs me. You’re going to be safe.”
Law’s words should have scared me. I knew that. He’d hurt two men in just as many days, but it had been for me. And for that I couldn’t fault him. Not when he was doing what he had promised me when I gave myself to him. When I chose to be his.
“I’ll figure it out. You’re going to be safe.”
I leaned forward, hands resting on his broad shoulders and closed my eyes. Law kept kissing me, lips, tongue and fingers playing across my skin. Making it hard for me to think of anything else but the man under me. “So what does that mean?” I whispered, eyes still closed.
Law turned his head, I felt the rough stubble of his cheek against my skin, his lips ghosting across the curve of my breast when he spoke. “It means we’re going to the club.”
Chapter Twenty
LAW
After my visit to Christian, I’d gone to work before I’d gone back to Honey. There were things I needed to look in on before I made my next move. I had a feeling my path would take us to the Cairn. My gut, my hunch, was that whoever it was that fucker Christian was scared of had put us all together at the Cairn in the first place.
The club was supposed to be a safe zone and I wanted to see just how safe it really was. I rode the elevator up to my office with a scowl on my face. I knew it was there from the way my employees edged away from me. There were no questions about budgets or deals, no one even bothered to try and suck up. The allure of a basketful of brownie points was not worth dealing with the dark energy and aura I was putting off. The mood was a leftover from what I’d done earlier. Once I was in the head space to hurt, to intimidate, to make what I needed to happen with my fists rather than a boardroom deal, it was hard to shake.
I didn’t really care to shake it off either. The silence and the wide berth my employees were giving me suited me just fine. I wasn’t in the mood for talking to anyone. I had shit to check in on. I had to make sure everything was set to run smoothly for another day or so, with the plan I had to take Honey to the club.
I pulled my phone from my jacket and dialed the number I knew by heart.
It ran for a second before Connie’s familiar voice came over the line.
“Connie,” I greeted, and she let out a throaty chuckle.
“Law. A pleasure to hear from you so soon after your visit to us.”
It had been nearly a month. The month that I’d spent with Honey. I felt like a lifetime had passed since I’d walked through the doors of the club. The days leading up to my visit had been filled with thoughts of Honey, just enough of her in my day-to-day to color my world in Honey’s particular brand of sweet.
But before that? Everything ran together, blurred and mixed into one long monotonous grind of work. There was no sweet, no color, no softness. Not a thing that made me take notice of life, or the endless march forward towards another deal, another acquisition, another fiscal quarter handled.
