Chapter 27
KILLA
Walking out of the clubhouse and past the bar, I ignored the concerned glances of my brothers and club whores and made a beeline for my hog.
I needed to blow off some steam. With so much resentment and animosity rolling around inside my head about Alisha’s disappearance, I needed someone to blame, needed answers, and while that sick fucker is locked up in high security, I won’t get any answers.
Unable to help myself, I circle the diner three times before saying fuck it, I’m going in.
I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame, but I refuse to get burned.
Though, I know damn well I’d walk into an inferno just to sink inside her, to feel her contract around me while staring up at me like I’m her everything.
It’s damn fucked up what I feel for her, and her for me too.
Who the hell looks at a guy with so much desire swimming in their eyes, knowing how much he loathes her?
Walking my hog into reverse, I take a deep breath and shake my head at the irony of the situation. I was meant to scare her into giving me her secrets, and instead, I fucked them deeper and am no closer to having answers than I was the day Alisha disappeared.
I’m damn pussy whipped is what I am, I tell myself as I swing open the diner door.
I scan the room for her as the server asks me if I want a table, and the moment my eyes land on Cass, a fury so volatile has me clenching my teeth, which sends a shooting pain through my jaw.
Every muscle in my body locks up tight, and my knuckles ache from balling them into fists.
“The fuck?” Did she really learn nothing from the guy with a now missing finger?
She’s in a booth, talking animatedly to some prick across the table, and when she throws her head back on a laugh, a flood of jealousy rushes through me, ravishing my entire being.
What the hell?
She doesn’t laugh like that with me.
I sidestep the server, blanking on her and her words while narrowing my eyes in the direction of the table.
The familiarity of the guy has my brain working quicker than ever before, searching for answers as to who he is.
He turns his head to grab a napkin off the floor, and I jolt with awareness.
The suit from the courtroom.
My hand trembles with fury as I pull out my phone, take a quick photo of the prick, and send it to Hunter.
Me: Find out who he is.
Me: The suit from sickos sentencing.
Hunter: Give me 24 hours.
Me: The fuck?
Hunter: I’m working on it.
Me: Need it now.
Hunter: I’m sure you do but this shit takes time.
Me: Best not be fuckin’ some pussy. Get this dealt with.
Hunter: Bite me.
I blink and reread the text. The memory of Cassidy sinking her teeth into my skin and tugging on my flesh causes my cock to swell in my jeans.
Jesus fucking Christ, I’m done for.
I glance back down at my phone, scared of taking my eyes off them for too long.
Me: Fuck off.
Hunter: Text you when it’s done.
When the suit reaches across the table and squeezes Cassidy’s hands in his, I push past another server, shoulder barging her, and stride toward their table.
Nobody touches what’s mine and gets away with it.