Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Midas
Once I get her out of that place, I feel a huge weight off my shoulders. Even so, I know there is one more thing I need to take care of.
“Remind me again why I got roped into this?” G complains, following me into the apartment next to Legs’s.
“One, because your old lady is still at my place, so I know you’re at a loose end.”
“Yes, because it’s not like I have a job to do or anything. I just sit in my room and pine for my woman,” he drawls.
“The first step to recovery is admitting it. Two, you have an eye for detail. I wanna get your take on these.” I flip the switch and flood the room with light.
He tenses, taking in the wall of photos before stepping forward to study them.
I leave him to it and move around the apartment, double-checking I didn’t leave anything behind.
I give the place another wipe-down to be on the safe side.
I rummage through one of the kitchen drawers, collecting a few pieces of mail that G can use to find out more about the former guy, and shove them into my pocket.
I get an idea. I search the guy’s bedroom until I find a bag and begin shoving shit in there haphazardly, making it look like the guy ran in a hurry.
I sling the bag over my back and head back to the living room.
“See anything interesting? I didn’t really get to study it before.”
He pulls out his cell phone and snaps away a dozen pictures before he puts it away.
“Not sure. I’ll look at it more when we get back. Much as I’m loath to leave this here, if the cops come back and find it missing, they might have questions.”
I stare at the photos of Legs and shake my head. I reach forward and rip them from the walls. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
He grunts but helps tear the photos down as I shove them into the bag I’m carrying. Once we’re done, I look around and figure this is as good as it’s going to get.
“Let’s get out of here. It would be just our luck if this asshole decides to come back.” I should have agreed with him. My silence has him turning slowly to look at me. “Tell me you didn’t?”
“He assaulted her. He made it clear he would have her with or without consent. Tell me, G, what would you do if someone threatened to rape your woman?”
He steps up to me. “I’d have told my brothers so they could have had my back. One day, you’ll make a mistake, and it will cost you everything. All because you refuse to fully let us in.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Of course, I let you in. You’re my brothers.”
“We know what you want us to know. You make sure to keep a very clear division between what we can ask and what you can answer. Hell, Hannibal was an open book compared to you.”
“Not all of us have a history full of sunshine and flowers, G. I don’t particularly feel like holding your hand and skipping down memory lane.”
“You are not the only one with a fucked-up past, but I’m getting tired of watching you fuck up the future if you don’t let shit go.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Because you won’t tell me. And that’s fine, Midas. But tell someone. Do fucking something about your demons before they eat you alive. Or worse, turn on Legs once more.”
I snap my mouth shut at that, my chest heaving as his words hit their intended mark.
“I’m planning on talking to Legs. She needs to know everything,” I tell him quietly, feeling my skin crawl as memories start to encroach.
“Good. I suppose if anyone can get you to figure your shit out, it’s her. You just have to let her.”
“Don’t you think I’m trying?” I snap, frustrated.
“Try harder. You have everything to fight for, Midas, but that also means you have everything to lose. If you ever wanna spill shit you don’t want Legs to carry, I’ll listen, and I sure as shit won’t judge.
You wanna pummel the fuck out of each other in the ring, I’m down with that too.
But you’ve got to be the one to reach out. ”
I nod sharply. “Thanks.”
“We’re brothers.” Is his simple answer before he walks toward the door. I follow behind him and lock the door, pocketing the key before we head down to our bikes.
“I wonder if the landlord lives here, too. Legs says she has been dealing with him through email, so I have no idea.”
“I’ll have a look. I swear the list of shit you need is getting longer by the day.
I might just start charging you.” he jokes before shoving his helmet on.
I grin because it feels like something has shifted between us.
G’s been the most vocal about how pissed at me he was for how things went down with Legs.
Maybe he can see that I’m trying to make it right. And if he can, maybe Legs can too.
When we make it back, I climb off my bike as Amity and the girls walk out.
“Hey babe, can you carry that bag for me?” G nods to the one on my back.
“Sure.” She nods, reaching for it as I slip it off.
“I’ll get rid of it,” he tells me. I nod as Lil steps closer and waves.
“I’m driving Neaveh back. Powers is just getting his bike. He’s parked around front.”
“Alright, wait for him before you take off.”
“I will, don’t worry.” She walks over to her car before Nevaeh steps up to me.
“You love her.”
“Lil?” I frown, confused.
“Legs. It’s a good thing you boys wear helmets. I’m worried about the few brain cells you have left.
“Hilarious,” I deadpan.
She steps closer, her voice softening. “You love Legs.”
“Of course I do.”
“I wasn’t sure if this was a possessive thing. A ‘you don’t want her, but you don’t want anyone else to have her,’ kind of thing. From where I’m standing, nothing has changed since the day you drove her away from the clubhouse.”
“Then you haven’t been paying attention, Tink, because everything has changed. I’ve changed,” I admit, looking up at the building.
“Good. I’d hate to have to unleash my fists of fury on you.”
“God forbid,” I mutter as she walks past me to get to the car.
“Was she always this feisty?” I ask Amity.
She snorts before she shoves her helmet over her head. “I tried to warn you all she was trouble, but nobody listened to me. Hello, the consequences of your actions,” she cackles before doing an evil villain laugh, making G chuckle, and me roll my eyes.
“Everyone has lost their damn minds,” I huff before leaving them to it and heading upstairs.
I find Legs curled up on the sofa with a book in her lap, her eyes closed, and her head tilted back. She doesn’t stir when I close and bolt the door.
I take a moment to watch her. Nothing feels better than having her in my space, but it’s a double-edged sword. If she ever leaves, I’ll have to burn this place to the ground.
I strip out of my clothes and toss them in the laundry room before walking naked to the shower, needing to wash this fucking day away.
I scrub my body all over and wash my hair before fisting my cock.
What I really want to do is go out there and sink myself into Legs’s pussy and lose myself in her completely.
But that’s not an option right now. I make do with my hand, imagining Legs’s lips wrapped around me, her inky blue eyes staring up at me as she swallows me down like a good girl.
With that image in the forefront of my mind, it doesn’t take me long to cum, shooting ropes of it over my hand and stomach.
I press my hand to the wall and wait until I catch my breath before cleaning myself off again.
It isn’t until I flip the water off and turn around that I notice Legs standing in the doorway.
Her cheeks are flushed with heat, her teeth biting into her lip, and her hand inside her panties as she watches me.
I push the door open and step out as her eyes run over every inch of my wet skin. “Come here, Legs,” I order.
She lifts her eyes to mine, looking dazed. She hesitates, unsure.
“It’s my job to take care of you, remember?” I coax as she takes a step toward me. “That’s it. Keep going.” This has to be her move.
She keeps walking slowly until she stops right in front of me. I pull her fingers free and lift her hand, slipping them into my mouth. I groan with pleasure at the taste, making her whimper. “Fuck. You just get sweeter and sweeter.”
I reach for the hem of her T-shirt and tug it over her head before reaching behind her and flipping open her bra with one hand. I tug the material free and feel my mouth water when her boobs bounce.
“They’ve grown,” I notice, dipping my head so I can swipe my tongue over a hardened nipple. She jolts at the contact, making me grin. “And more sensitive, too. Oh, we’re going to have so much fun with this.”
I drop down into a crouch, hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and drag them down her legs along with her panties.
She steps out of them, leaving herself standing bare before me.
I press my nose to her pussy and breath her in with a growl.
Her scent intoxicates me like it always does.
I slide my tongue out and drag it over her swollen clit.
I can taste her arousal, and like the sweetest honey, I can’t get enough.
I pick her up and carry her to the vanity. I wait until she’s seated before lifting her legs and placing her heels on the counter’s edge, spreading her wide open for me. “Can you hold this position?”
She nods, panting. “Yes, but I don’t think this is a good idea. It will just confuse things.”
“I’m not confused, Legs. I know exactly what I want.”
I bend down and feast on her before she can protest anymore. I know she wants this. Her words may say one thing, but her body never lies. She was born to be mine, just like I was born to be hers. Nobody fits me the way she does. I need her to remember that.