Page 131 of The Echo of Violence

“Will do. See you soon.”

With that, the call disconnects, and I put my phone in my pocket.

“I know that face. I see it every day in the mirror. That, my friends, is the face of a man in love.” Kaz clinks his beer with mine.

I nod and grin.

“You’re not gonna freak out?”

“Nope. I’m not ashamed of how I feel. Have you met Jinx? She’s perfection.”

“Huh? I thought the eternal bachelor would struggle more with losing his single life.”

“That’s the thing, Kaz. I don’t feel like I’m losing anything. I’m winning.”

“You all feel like that?” Wizz asks, looking from Splinter to Eightball.

They both nod.

“She’s hard not to love. We said we’d take it day by day, but somewhere along the way, it changed without me even noticing. She fits us—balances us out somehow,” Splinter says.

“There was always something magnetic about her that drew me in from the start. That feeling has only gotten stronger,” Eightball adds.

“Y’all sound pussy-whipped.”

“I know. It’s fucking awesome.” I grin at Wizz.

We shoot the shit as the club girls begin to fill the room, dancing with the brothers and getting the party vibe started.

“I have to admit, it’s better now with the club girls. Mercy seems a lot happier too.”

“Oh, she’s happier, alright.” Scope smirks, making me frown. Before I can question him, hands on my shoulders have me turning to see Jinx looking down at me.

“Hey, you made it.”

“So, I did.”

“Hey, Cookie, you miss me?” Scope tugs Mercy into his arms.

“Now that Mercy is in safe hands, can I steal you away for a minute?”

“Sure.”

I get to my feet, take her hand, and walk her down to the bedroom. I shove the door open, and when she walks through it, I spin her around and pin her to the wall.

“Fuck, I missed you.” I kiss her, my hands sliding up to slip her cut free. I pull back and hang it over the back of the chair. “I want to fuck you.”

“So, fuck me.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

She groans as I tug open the sides of her new, plain black bulletproof vest and pull it over her head. The thing weighs a ton. I drop it to the floor, the T-shirt and bra following.

“I want you in my lap so I can suck your tits while I fuck you.”

“I want that too.”

Walking her over to the bed, I pop the button on her jeans and shove them down her thighs before ordering her to sit. I get to my knees and pull the denim free, along with her lacy boy shorts. I take my time removing her prosthetics, placing them out of the way so they don’t get knocked over, before I strip out of my own clothes. She lies on the bed with her hand between her thighs, stroking her pussy as she devours me with her eyes.

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