Page 25 of Bound By Temptation

“Yeah. Fuckin’ know that,” Cruz growled through clenched teeth.

GT tossed a burner phone across the table to Raid. “Dial it, and put it on speaker.” He ordered, and Raid did just that.

As it rang, we waited.

And waited.

“Yeah,” a man’s deep voice answered. From his tone, it appeared he was annoyed. We were too. Pot, meet kettle.

“Lookin’ for Old Red. This him?” Cruz said as he led the conversation, and we just listened.

“Who the fuck wants to know?” the voice responded tersely.

“Cruz. President of the Ravage MC.”

“Cruz. Don’t know you,” the voice responded.

“Is this Old Red?” Cruz asked again.

“Nope.” The voice responded.

The tension grew in the room.

“You tell him to call me if he wants Nick.” Cruz reached over and turned off the phone.

“Wants Nick?” my father asked.

“Couldn’t say his money because I’m not givin’ shit. Nick, though, I have no problem handing over after he’s paid us for puttin’ us in this shit.”

Nick was dead. If he really did give our club’s name, we’d be getting a call back and probably sooner than we thought.

“Show me everything,” Cruz demanded, and Raid started going through the details he found on this situation with Cruz and GT.

Raid laid out all the connections, where the money went, and how Nick got involved with Old Red. It was a fucking mess, but Raid did his homework. From the look on Cruz’s face, he respected all the work that he had put into unraveling the facts.

Now, we waited to see if Old Red would call back, and when he did, what did it mean to the Ravage MC.

This was where I struggled.

Patience.

There wasn’t much in life worth the wait.

In fact, the only thing I had ever truly treasured waiting for was that first taste of Indie’s pussy. She was worth anything and everything. Yet, young and dumb, I tossed her aside like nothing mattered when it all was absolutely tied to my fucking soul.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked her, looking down at the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Her hair was spread across the blanket, the sun glistening on her hair.

“Yes. I want this. I want you.”

“I love you, Indie.”

“I love you, Ax.”

Slowly, I pressed inside her. She closed her eyes and a furrow went to her brow just as my cock met the barrier inside of her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Yes. Do it, Ax.”

Not wanting to draw out the pain, I pressed in hard. Indie’s back arched, and she swallowed deeply.

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