Chapter Twenty
Dragon
I wake to the smell of coffee and him .
Cove.
His naked body is pressed against mine, his thigh smashing my morning wood. Sun streams in through the window, which means I need to get my ass out of bed.
I don’t want to move, though.
Moving means facing reality. The reality is Night Giant has my brother. God only knows what that sicko is doing to him. Today, we’ll find him. We have to.
Until it’s time, I cling to this moment of peacefulness for a few seconds longer.
Running my fingers through his hair, I revel in the softness. Is this how Koyn and Copper feel all loved up with their bitches? There’s definitely an appeal to waking to someone in your arms. Someone who knows you’re a fucking bastard but wants you anyway.
“My boy tamed the beast.”
I freeze at the sound of Nees’s voice. “What the fuck are you doing in my room, asswipe?”
A chair creaks and he walks over to where I can see him. The kid is spry for this early in the morning, grinning like a goddamn idiot.
“Brought coffee and donuts. Prez said I was in charge of waking you two up. He gave me a keycard.” He shrugs. “Didn’t expect to see the two of you cuddling like a couple of lovebirds, though. I halfway expected to walk in on some demonic bloodplay kinky shit or something.”
“Fuck off, Nees.”
“Nah. Not until you’re awake, caffeinated, and dressed. Prez says we’re meeting in his suite at nine. Everyone’s here.”
But not everyone.
Neither Koyn, nor Copper, would leave their women unprotected. If I had to guess, Halo or Payne stayed back to hold down the fort.
“Please tell me I won’t have to look at Filter’s bitch-ass face this morning,” I complain, still unable to keep from stroking Cove’s soft hair. “I’m not in the mood.”
“I think Filter is going to be lying low.”
“Since when?”
“Since Bermuda busted him fucking Calla last night.”
Cove shoots up, his hair wild and a ferocious expression on his face. “He did what?”
Nees barks out a laugh, shrugging. “Fucked your sister, man. Nasty style. Stormy is going to lose her shit.”
“Stormy?” Cove growls. “ I’m going to lose my shit. Filter needs to stay the fuck away from my sister.”
I grab at one of Cove’s new nipple rings, giving it a sharp tug that makes him cry out. “She’s a big girl.”
“No,” Cove says, seething as he smacks my hand away, “she’s not. She’s too young and innocent.”
“So are you,” I argue, “but I have no problems with defiling you. Frankly, neither do you. Didn’t hear one complaint last night. In fact, the only thing I heard was, ‘harder, Dragon,’ or ‘oh God,’ or—”
“Fuck off,” Cove snaps. “I’m serious. Calla’s not me. She’s different. Softer. Fragile. I don’t want Filter fucking with her just because he’s still pissed off at Stormy for using him.”
Cove, in all his bitchy morning glory, is hot as hell. My dick perks up at the way his lips twist into a cruel sneer. I love his fucking mouth. It does things to me.
“Dude,” Nees huffs. “Don’t look at him like that. I’m right here. You’ll get me pregnant too.”
Cove flips Nees off and while he’s distracted, I yank him back down onto the bed. He puts up a fight for all of three seconds before letting me win. I climb over him, straddling his thighs, knowing Nees won’t be able to handle much more than this.
“Nine,” Nees barks out before slamming the door to our suite.
“It’s going to take longer than that for me to eat a donut off BP’s dick,” I yell after him.
“You’re an idiot.” Cove grabs me by the shoulder, tugging me down. “Now kiss me and then make me come.”
“You’re addicted to dick, Baby Prospect.”
“Just yours.”
“This,” Koyn says, an unlit cigarette pinned between his lips as he gestures between us, “is getting real fuckin’ old. When I say nine, I mean nine. Not a quarter after.”
It’s nine minutes after nine but whatthefuckever.
Filter has the audacity to smirk at us, which isn’t smart since he’s fucking Cove’s twin. I can feel the disgust rippling from Cove, but he doesn’t say anything to Filter. At least not yet. Filter’s smugness hardens as he realizes his little secret isn’t much of a secret anymore.
That’s right.
My bitchy boyfriend and his even bitchier older sister are going to kill you, pretty boy.
Boyfriend?
The thought of Cove being my boyfriend is an amusing one. And if I wasn’t knee-deep in Night Giant shit, I’d want to mentally analyze that a bit more. It’s weird with Cove. Most of the time, I’m pretty sure he hates me, but then he purrs like a fucking kitten when I have him beneath me.
I like it.
I like him. A lot.
Having a claim over him—even if it is a cheesy-ass term like boyfriend—I feel a bond-deep sense of pleasure. I want him to be mine. I’ve never wanted anyone to be mine before. Not ever. When I was a teenager, that was the last thing on my mind as I was having the time of my life. And when Night Giant kidnapped me, I was forced to be something or someone I hated being. After, I was so fucked up, having someone close to me, besides a platonic way like with Katana, felt alien.
But with Cove?
I feel it. I want it. I crave it. I need it.
Cove sits down in a chair directly across from Filter. I find it amusing that the guy who’s half the size of our VP is trying to intimidate the man in front of him. Dropping into the seat beside him, I sling my arm over the back of his chair and also glower at Filter. Moral support for my…boyfriend.
As though he’s listening in on my thoughts, Cove turns his head to shoot me a nasty look that’s meant to have me retreat. All it does is make me want to kiss him. So I do. Leaning forward, I drop a kiss on his swollen lips and grin.
“You’re fucking hot when you’re bitchy, Baby Prospect.”
Koyn groans, but he doesn’t say shit. I catch Bermuda’s smile he tries to smother and Halo’s surprised expression. Copper is giving me the Fed stare-down, but I’m used to ignoring his ass. Nees is grinning like a fucking tool, Bizzy isn’t saying shit because I’ll kill him, and Gibson keeps stealing the occasional glance. Katana seems bored with the entire display.
“On the ride here, Bermuda’s been pulling all he can on Night Giant or Vaughn Kingsville according to Loki’s man, Roch’s, intel,” Koyn barks out, jumping right into business. “The giant fuckface is a ghost. For being nearly seven feet tall, there’s nothing on him. We’ve searched by height, name, etcetera, etcetera. Copper’s exhausted his resources with the Feds too to no avail.”
Back to square fucking one.
Unbelievable.
“He’s here. In Memphis. We just have to find him,” I growl. “We will find him.”
Several of the guys nod in agreement. They might annoy the shit out of me—like my own brothers used to back in the day—but they have my back. Even if they moan and complain a lot.
“What about the kid?” Filter asks. “Maybe we can work backward from there.”
“The kid is Mitch,” I grind out. “My baby brother.”
The suite falls into a respectful silence. They all know what Night Giant did to me and plenty of others, including Cove and his sisters, and it’s inevitable he’ll do the same to Mitch.
“Mitch,” Filter echoes. “According to our search, there’s no record of a missing person report or anything. We’d think Night Giant was lying except Dragon spoke to Mitch. It’s suspect that his parents haven’t filed anything with the cops. So we need to talk to your parents and—”
“No,” I clip out. “None of you will be talking to them.”
Koyn flicks his unlit cigarette at me and it bounces off my chest. “Don’t make this difficult, Dragon. We need to find out why they haven’t reported your brother missing. This could be vital in leading us to him.”
I snap my head his way. “There’s a reason why I’ve kept this life from them. Nothing changes where that’s concerned.”
“I’ll do it,” Cove says.
“Do what?” Koyn demands.
“Talk to his parents. Nees and I both can. We’re young and can pretend to be Mitch’s friends, who are worried about him.” He glances over at me. “What do you think?”
I sweep my stare over Cove’s angelic features. My mother would eat him up. Throw a Polo on him and give him a fuckboy hairstyle and he’s golden. Nees is a bit of a douchebag, but most of my rich-ass friends were back in the day, especially Donte.
“That will work,” I agree, unable to pull my gaze from his supple lips. “They can find out when he was last seen and with whom.”
Cove’s lips curve into a pleased smile. It’s so soft and unexpected, I can’t help but stare. I reach up and brush my fingers over his mouth, unfortunately stealing his smile in the process.
“Anyway,” Koyn drawls out, irritation dripping from his tone. “We’ll split up. Some of us can keep hunting here on the computers, a few of us will go around town to interrogate locals, and the rest can wait outside for Nees and BP.”
After Koyn assigns everyone to their jobs, I take Filter, Nees, and Cove with me. We take Hadley’s Tahoe since it’s the nicest vehicle in the bunch and head to the high-end part of town to get these guys some new clothes.
“I’ll wait in here,” Filter says from behind the wheel. “Daddy can take you two shopping.”
Nees smacks him in the head before he climbs out. I bite back a laugh because it’s funny as fuck. Cove leans forward before exiting and pokes Filter in the shoulder.
“Hurt my sister and I’ll kill you,” Cove growls. “She’s not a fuck toy.”
Filter scowls at him. “Fuck off, kid.”
“It’s a promise,” Cove hisses. “A motherfucking promise.”
“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried,” Filter snaps back.
“No,” I say with a calm but cutting edge to my voice, “but I could. Respect my fucking boyfriend.”
“Jesus,” Filter utters. “Are you shitting me right now?”
“I’m not your boyfriend,” Cove snarls, aiming his anger toward me now.
“He is,” I say to Filter. “And if you hurt his sister, I’ll hurt you. End of fucking discussion.”
Cove, clearly annoyed by my intervening, climbs out of the Tahoe and storms to one of the shops. I follow after him, smirking. He can be pissy all he wants. It only serves to make my dick hard.
“Not open until ten,” Nees says, pointing at the door. “We’ll have to wait.”
Through the glass, a snotty saleswoman ignores us. Not happening. If Mom were here, they’d open the door and let us shop early. I tap on the glass over and over again until she finally makes her way over to us.
“Let us in,” I say through the glass. “We have shit to buy.”
She purses her lips and frowns. “We don’t open until ten, sir.”
“Make an exception.”
“I can’t, sir. Now if you don’t leave, I’ll be forced to call the cops.”
I fish out my wallet and yank out my metal black AMEX card, just one of the many I have under different aliases. One of the perks to being in Koyn’s MC club is that we’re all loaded as fuck. We’ve all got money coming out of our ears because Koyn and Bermuda are geniuses when it comes to computers and funneling money into our coffers.
The woman’s eyes widen in shock. “But, sir…”
“There’s a huge tip waiting for you at the end of this. Just let us the fuck in, woman.”
Cove shoves me away and smiles at her. “I’m going to meet my boyfriend ’s parents and I want to look nice. I’m bringing my buddy with me. We need to look expensive. Like we belong and we’re on a time crunch. Can you please help us?”
Of course his angelic charm would do the trick.
She sighs and unlocks the door. “I really shouldn’t be doing this, but I’ll make an exception.”
We all file in and I pull out a wad of hundreds from my wallet. Her eyebrows fly to her hairline.
“Let me know how I can assist,” she says, taking the cash and her smile brightening. “I’m happy to help.”