Page 35 of Belle

I pay and head outside. The same two men from the booth inside are standing against the building, smoking.

“Maybe it’s just a matter of time before the trash starts taking itself out,” I hear one of them mutter as I walk by.

I head back to the house. There isn’t a damn thing for me to do in this town. As soon as Belle makes it back, we need to discuss how to take Destiny out.

I spend most of my time fixing up the piece of shit house I’m staying in. I don’t know why I’m even bothering––considering I’m hoping to be gone in the next few weeks. I think I just like that it takes my mind off things.

“Why are you even bothering with that?” The sound of Belle’s voice shakes me out of my thoughts.

“I just like busy work.” I shrug.

“Come on. We need to talk.” I follow her into her house.

“Rumor around the club is that Dax owed a lot of people money. They finally had enough of his excuses, and they killed him.”

I don’t say anything. I just take a seat on the couch and stare at her. I can’t even think straight when she’s around.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” She looks at me, hands on her hips.

“What do you want me to say? It’s good he had enemies. From what I heard at the diner, nobody is sad he’s gone. It’s a blessing to most of them.” I shrug.

“Nobody is sad to see anyone go in this town. The whole town is a shit show.” She walks around the coffee table and sits down next to me.

“How are we going to kill Destiny?” I turn to ask her.

She climbs up and into my lap. “What are you doing?”

“Talking to you about how we can kill Destiny.” She grins, grinding into my lap.

“You’re distracting me,” I point out.

“I think we should burn her alive.” She leans down to whisper in my ear.

How can a person be turned on during a conversation like this?

I try to control my breathing, so I don’t seem like a complete psychopath. “Why would we do that?”

She pulls away and I immediately wish she were leaning against me again. “She’s careless. She leaves the stove on all the time. I’ve walked in several times where she’s been passed out with a lit cigarette hanging out of her mouth. It would be easy to blame it on one of those things.” She shrugs nonchalantly, like we aren’t here discussing how to murder her mom and make it look like an accident.

“Seems easy enough,” I say as she leans down, pulling my ear into her mouth. I groan.

“Can I fuck you first?” she asks, swiping her tongue across my earlobe.

I grip her waist and stand up; she instinctively wraps her legs around me.

My mouth nibbles and sucks on her neck and her head falls back, inviting me in. “That feels fucking amazing, Maddox,” she purrs.

I easily toss her onto my bed and yank her shorts off. Never breaking eye contact, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

I pull my jeans down and push myself inside her. “Fuck,” I cry out.

Her blonde hair is fanned out over my bed and her big, beautiful lips are parted as she pants with every thrust.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I groan.

I’m not a virgin, but it’s never felt like this with anyone else.

“Maddox…” She pants and I come completely undone.

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