Chapter 8
Sleep was a luxury that Haze apparently couldn’t afford.
Last night, after having the best sex he’d ever had, he got a call from one of the men on security detail for one of his warehouses where he kept some of the weapons he moved.
It was a smaller warehouse with not that much in it since they’d just had a shipment moved out of there, but apparently, it had been hit by the Blue Boyz.
Casino night had still been in full swing, but Haze had to shut all that shit down so they could ride out.
He’d thought about waking Devyn and letting her know he would be back and telling her ass to stay put, but she slept so peacefully.
He didn’t want to disturb her, so he opted to lock her inside the room.
Some might think that was a diabolical choice, but Haze knew that he would flip more than a table if he got back and her little ass was missing, so he did them both a favor.
Luckily, when he got back around eight the next morning, Devyn was still asleep and looked like she’d barely moved.
Flashes of the night before, being between her legs, melted away the irritation from the long night he had.
The fuck ass Blue Boyz that they were able to catch had been tortured for hours, but those little motherfuckers didn’t say a word about their boss, Azul.
Haze wanted his hands on that nigga so bad, but all that bullshit was pushed to the back of his mind as he approached his bed.
Haze watched Devyn for a few moments, committing her features to memory.
Her round face looked like a bunny rabbit, and her long lashes framed her slanted eyes perfectly, even when they were closed.
Literally everything about her was perfection to Haze, and he wished the day would come where she was always attainable to him.
Soon enough, he promised himself before he leaned down and pecked her lips three times. He wasn’t even afraid of her drunken morning breath. That said a whole lot in his eyes because Haze was a clean freak. His mama made sure of that.
When her eyes fluttered open and landed on him, they grew wide.
“Oh shit,” she muttered and then groaned as she grabbed her head. “How much did I drink?”
“Lost count.” Haze laughed as he watched her slowly sit up.
“Shit, I need to get home.”
“Can you stay for another hour?” Haze asked with hope in his tone. He wished she would stay forever, but he didn’t want to push it.
“I really shouldn’t.”
“I need my good luck charm. We’re doin’ a race in about thirty minutes. Somethin’ lightweight so we can practice for the big race in Ellwood in a few weeks. It ain’t all that serious, but there is a bit of money on the line. What you say?”
They’d planned this race a week ago. It was just something they did from time to time to blow off steam and to show off their newest rides or tricks on their bikes. Haze almost canceled it this morning but realized they needed the morale boost now more than ever.
“I don’t know . . . I don’t even have any clothes.”
“I got a few things for you while I was out this morning,” he said. “Just an hour.”
He hated sounding like a begging ass bitch, but he wanted Devyn up under him since he didn’t get the chance to sleep with her in his arms.
She eyed him. “When did you leave? How do you even know my size?”
“So many questions, and you ain’t even answer mine.”
She sighed. “Fine, Haze, but I need to shower, and I need something on my stomach.”
“Done and done.” He hopped up and walked into his bathroom. After starting his shower and laying out fresh towels for her, he walked back into the bedroom. “Go ahead and shower. I’ll grab the clothes I got you and get you some food. Not to rush you, but try to be ready in thirty minutes, Thicka.”
He slapped her ass when she begrudgingly climbed out of bed, and she surprised him by giggling.
Yeah, good dick will do that to you, love.
He noticed how she had loosened up with him, and he loved it. In his mind, she was already his, so her getting more comfortable around him and his people was a foot in the right direction.
She disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, and he went downstairs to see what they had for food.
Haze wasn’t surprised to see Pup down there, sitting at the counter with a muffin in his hand and reading the paper like an old man. The nigga was barely twenty, but he acted like he was older than Haze, who was thirty-seven.
“What’s good, lil homie?” Haze asked as he shook up with him.
“None much. Ready for this race.”
Haze grinned. “I don’t know why. You gonna lose, lil nigga.”
Pup swatted Haze away when he ruffled Pup’s locs.
“Just be ready to pay up,” Pup said before focusing back on the paper.
“Ain’t happenin’, my boy. I got my good luck charm wit’ me.”
Pup’s smile grew slowly as he put the paper down and pressed his elbows to the counter. Haze already knew Pup was about to be on some bullshit.
“You talkin’ ’bout that fine ass honey with the curves from last night?”
Haze slapped him on the back of the head before he put Pup in a headlock. “Say it again.”
Though he was playing at the moment, rage soared through him at Pup’s words. The fact that other men could look at Devyn pissed him off. It should be illegal. Matter of fact, he was about to spend the afternoon writing that shit in the bylaws.
Keep your eyes off Devyn Frost.
He might not make the laws in the real world, but in his motorcycle club, he damn sure did.
“Ease up, Prez, damn! I was jokin’,” Pup said somewhere between a laugh and seriousness.
Haze might not have had arms that rivaled a tree trunk like Gideon, but he definitely had a good bit of muscle that could squeeze the air right out of Pup, even though the kid was far from little now.
When Pup first came to the Vicious Kings, he had been scrawny and malnourished.
His people did him dirty, and Pup was in the streets bad.
Haze took him under his wing, and the lil nigga had his weight up now.
He was almost as tall as Haze with some muscles of his own to show off.
He even had a few tattoos that he proudly showcased on his arms and chest.
“Don’t tell no dumb-ass jokes like that again,” Haze said before he let Pup go and walked over to the refrigerator.
While he rummaged around, Pup spoke.
“Let me find out you found your ol’ lady. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Well, you seein’ it, lil nigga. Thicka is all mine, and I ain’t lettin’ up on her ass,” Haze said as he pulled a bag of bagels and some cream cheese out of the refrigerator.
He knew how to cook. His mama made sure of that, but Devyn would have to see those skills another time. He was on a time crunch and had a race to win.
“Respect, Prez,” Pup said before he got up. He rolled the paper up and stuck it in his back pocket like a damn grandpa before saluting Haze and walking out of the kitchen.
Haze made quick work of toasting the bagel and adding the cream cheese. He added some fresh strawberries and grapes to the plate and rushed back upstairs. The house was pretty empty because everyone was already outside getting ready for the races.
When he entered the room, he stopped short. Devyn pulled on some sweats, but he caught a glimpse of her fat ass in the thong he’d bought her earlier, and his mouth salivated.
“Shit,” he mumbled.
Devyn jumped and turned toward him. “You scared the hell out of me. I didn’t hear you.”
Haze swaggered toward her and dropped her plate on the nightstand before he gathered her in his arms. The action felt so natural to him.
“I ain’t mean to scare you.”
When she laid her head on his chest, his heart skipped a damn beat.
All he could do was shake his head. He remembered when Gideon and Glimmer linked up.
He clowned Gideon for days. Hell, he still clowned him for how in love he was with his wife.
The right to do all that had vanished the moment he laid eyes on Devyn, but he damn sure couldn’t say shit about Gideon now that Devyn was in his life for good. He would look like a damn hypocrite.
Reluctantly, he pulled away and looked down at her. He’d gotten her a comfortable sweat suit set with a tank top to go underneath. She looked comfortable, clean, and hungover. His poor baby.
“Go ’head and eat.” He nodded toward the plate.
She glanced at it and then looked down at the floor. “Haze, I think we need to talk.”
Assuming that she wanted to talk about them having sex the night before, he shut that shit down real quick.
“How ’bout this? You eat, I go win this race, you go home and get some rest and get back to your shorty, and we can talk once you’re settled and not so hungover?
” he suggested. He didn’t want to get into the logistics of their budding relationship or the fat ass ring he planned to buy her just yet, because he knew her scary ass would run from him again.
He didn’t want to worry about her disappearing again right before his race.
Even though it was just friendly competition between him and his men, he needed a clear mind.
Haze was a sore loser, so winning was his only option.
Her eyes were still cast down to the floor.
Haze’s brows pulled in, and he tilted her chin up so she looked at him. “You good?”
Hesitantly, she nodded before she grabbed the plate and sat on the bed.
While she ate, Haze walked into his closet to change his clothes.
He had already showered when he got home that morning, but he didn’t want to ride in his sweats and hoodie.
He put on some black jeans, an undershirt, and his vest, and then his leather Vicious Kings jacket.
Once his thick leather boots were on, he put on some leather gloves and a durag so his helmet wouldn’t mess up his waves.
He kept everything he needed at the compound, but this wasn’t where he lived.
He crashed here a few times a week, but his home was his true safe space. He couldn’t wait to take Devyn there.