CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Sean
“Sean!” Her big brown eyes flutter closed and her plush mouth pops open as she cries my name. The sound of pure peace as her tits bounce against me while I fuck into her perfect, tight, wet cunt.
“I know him. He’s from Lakeside, and I’ve seen him in Perrytown,” Kai says, cutting into my memory of fucking Layla two hours ago.
I can’t stop thinking about her. My body is begging for her even more now that I’ve had her.
We’re back at the clubhouse after waiting for Kai to leave Lush.
He came wandering out of a VIP room a half hour after Layla and I made it back to the floor, but he says it was worth it to get some good intel on Gator.
And if I know him, probably to get his dick wet.
Jake and I sit across from him now at a desk as he cross-references the Baylor County police database on a second monitor.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Their crew is involved with the casino there,” I note. I’ve seen them in passing before.
“Part of the Wretched Souls MC.” Kai’s eyes move rapidly as he waits for the match in the database.
“Gotcha, fucker.” He grins. “Alexander Ramos.” Kai turns the monitor to me and Jake to show us old mugshot photos from Lakeside, the town a few counties over.
“His tats are covered by the collar.” Kai points to his neck.
“Looks like it,” Jake adds from the other side of the desk.
“Now all we need to know is why the fuck a patched member of Wretched Souls is gunning down churchgoers in an Atlanta suburb.”
I nod, looking from the grainy photo to the mugshot to the sketch. It’s definitely him.
“You’re right. It just doesn’t make sense—their crew doesn’t usually head up that way.” I scrub my jaw, trying to put it together.
Kai shuts off the computer, stands and lights a smoke. He takes a long inhale. “We’re close. We’ll find him.” He looks over at Jake then back to me. “We can get Mason in on the hunt. It’ll give him something to focus on besides Nic.”
I nod at him. “Good man. And speaking of Mase, what did you get tonight?” I switch gears.
“Besides your dick sucked,” Jake chuckles, leaning back in his chair.
“Christ,” I mutter. “Spare us.”
“I don’t kiss and tell.” Kai grins on an exhale. “But the chick I talked to, she’s worked at both Lush and Lavish, and she hasn’t seen Gator. Not once in months, so that’s a red flag in itself. She said he used to be there almost nightly.”
“And I talked to Jesse.” Jake mentions the leader of the Savannah K6ers.
“We’re good with them. Those guys we took out were stealing from their own crew.
When I told him what we found in the house, he realized they were shorting them on the girls’ percentages and what they were selling.
He said we did him a favor. He fucking shook my hand and thanked me. ” Jake starts to laugh.
I stand. “So we’re good to leave tonight.”
“Yeah, there won’t be any retaliation, but Jesse warned us to let him know next time we’re in his territory.” Jake smirks.
I laugh. Fucking rich. “Someone needs to remind him Bleaker is our territory. We have an arrangement. They don’t deal within five blocks of the clinics.”
“Another day brother,” Jake pipes up. “Just let the dust settle on this one and we’ll keep an eye out.”
I nod and make my way out the door to search for Layla. She’s sitting with my mom at a table watching the live band, and she flinches when I kiss her neck, then I feel her body relax.
“It’s been a long-as-fuck day. All I want to do is get you somewhere and get you naked, now,” I whisper in her ear, wrapping my arms around her.
She turns her face up to me, like she has a wicked little plan running through her mind. “Maybe. But it’s only eleven, and I know your back must be tight, so you, Sergeant, are mine first.”