Chapter 11
Shotgun
Ididn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me.
I couldn’t even be in the same room with her without thinking about that fucking kiss.
I still don’t understand how I could’ve let it happen.
I was sitting next to her bed, watching as she slept, when I heard her mutter my name.
Thinking she was asking for me, I stood and stepped closer to her, hovering over her as I waited to see if she would say it again.
Before I’d realized what was happening, she slipped her hand around my neck and had pulled me towards her.
Our mouths met, and I nearly came undone.
I couldn’t remember feeling anything so incredible.
I should’ve pulled back, broken free from her grasp, but I couldn’t make myself do it.
I needed more, so I kissed her back—long and hard.
What kind of sick, fucking bastard does that?
She was basically unconscious, had no idea what she was doing, and yet I didn’t fucking care.
I kissed her back, and I fucking liked it.
I’d gone to the infirmary this morning to see if she’d remembered what had happened, but it was clear that she didn’t.
Infuriated with myself for losing control, I stormed out and went straight to my room.
I needed to clear my head, so I took off my clothes and got into the shower.
I’d hoped the cold water would take the edge off, but even after several long minutes, I was still wound up tight.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get Remington out of my fucking head.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her.
Hell, I could still smell her on my skin, feel the warmth of her body when she pulled me close, and it was fucking with my head.
Hell, she’d been fucking with my head since that first time I saw her at Stilettos, and over the past week, it’d only gotten worse.
I shouldn’t have been thinking about any of it.
My focus should’ve been on getting that fucking asshole, Mathews, but my mind was flooded with visions of her that had my breath strained and my cock rock-fucking-hard.
She was lying on the bed, her smooth bare skin completely exposed.
Her hand trailing over her perfectly round breast as she waited for me to take her.
The wanton look in her eyes had me reaching for the faucet and turning the water to hot.
I took my throbbing dick in my hand, gripping my fingers tightly around my pulsing shaft and groaned.
I needed to feel the bite as I started to move my hand up and down my thick cock.
My breath quickened as I imagined myself settling between her legs, her body writhing against the soft cotton sheets as her little whimpers and moans echoed through the room.
With each vision, my hand moved faster, gripped tighter, and every stroke had me closer to the edge.
My dick pulsed in my hand when I imagined the expression on her face as she watched me lower my mouth to her warm, wet center.
The erotic blush of her skin. Her hands diving into my hair, holding me in place as I tormented her with my mouth.
Her toes curling. Fuck. That’s all it took.
Every fucking muscle in my body grew taut as I came long and hard.
I stood there for several minutes, letting the hot water wash away my sins, and again, I found myself thinking of what a sick bastard I was.
It wasn’t until the water grew ice cold that I finally turned it off and got out of the shower.
I grabbed a towel and dried off, then went back to the bedroom to get dressed.
As I pulled on my clothes, I looked over at the bed and thought about all the hours of sleep I’d missed over the past couple of days.
There wasn’t time for sleep. After talking to McKinney, I’d learned that our worst fears were true.
The Punishers were in with a dirty cop, and together, they were working to take down the Sinners.
Apparently, they didn’t like the fact our new Stilettos strip club was on their turf, and they liked it even less when they got word that we were selling top-grade blow and their sales had gone to shit.
McKinney warned that Detective Mathews was as cut-throat as they came, and if he found out Remington was alive, he’d stop at nothing to make sure he finished the job he started.
That was something that had my blood running cold and made me more determined than ever to take him down.
Knowing Viper was waiting for me in his office, I finished getting dressed, grabbed my cut, and headed out.
When I walked into his office, Viper was sitting at his desk talking to Hawk and Axel.
Their conversation quickly ended when Viper looked over to me and said, “I talked to Ada. She’ll be expecting you two within the hour. ”
“You sure you don’t need me here?”
“We both know I need you here, brother, but I need you there more.”
“I get that, I really do, but I need to be here with you and the brothers when shit goes down.”
“And you will be, but we’re not there yet.
” He crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair.
“You gotta remember, our livelihood is hidden away in that locker. If anything happens to it, we’re fucked.
I need you to make sure that doesn’t happen, and with the cops sniffing around, Remington will be safer at Ada’s. ”
The cops were still causing problems. They were in and out of the strip club, poking around and looking for any reason to shut us down.
Hell, they’d even gone so far as to have Viper come in for fucking questioning.
As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew Viper was right.
I needed to be at the locker in case those motherfuckers showed up, and it truly was the best place for Remington.
I gave Viper a nod as I replied, “Understood.”
“Good. I’m putting my trust in you, brother. Don’t let me down.”
“You know I won’t.”
He gave me a nod, then looked over to Hawk.
“Get with Menace. If he has anything new on Mathews, I want to know about it. Also need him to find out everything he can on these Punisher motherfuckers. I’m gonna need the names of every member.
Where they live. Which project or corner they deal from. Anything you can find.”
“You got it.”
Viper then turned his attention to Axel. “We’re about to have a hell of a war on our hands, brother.”
“That we will, brother. That we will.”
The next few days pretty much sucked balls.
I was in a fucking pissy mood over being stuck at Ada’s and away from my brothers and the clubhouse.
As bad as that was, it wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was the fact that Remington was feeling and looking better by the minute.
She was up and moving around, her bruises were all but gone, and she and Ada were yammering back and forth like two old wet hens.
If that wasn’t bad enough, they kept pulling me into their conversations—which just so happened to be mostly about me.
I had no idea why Remington kept playing along with Ada.
Hell, if I didn’t know better, I might’ve thought she was actually enjoying torturing me.
We’d just finished eating breakfast when Ada leaned over to Remington and asked, “You have yourself any siblings?”
“No, ma’am. My folks decided not to have any more kids after me.” Remington giggled as she said, “I think I was a bit of a handful when I was younger.”
“I doubt that.” Ada shook her head. “I bet you were a precious thing; just like you are now.”
“Thank you for saying that, Ms. Ada, but I never really made it easy on my folks. Seems like I was always getting into something. I don’t know how they put up with me.” Remington’s eyes drifted to the ground as she said, “But I guess that’s what you do when you love someone.”
“That’s exactly right.” Ada glanced over to me. “That boy might not be mine, but I loves him all the same. Yes, I sure do. Love that boy just like I love my own chil’ren.”
“He’s really lucky to have you, Ms. Ada.”
“No, child. I’m lucky to have him.” She reached over and ran her hand up and down my bicep. “He won’t agree with me, but he’s a good boy. Fine as day come. Now, don’t gets me wrong. He’s always been a handful.”
A big smile crossed Remington’s face as she looked over at me and said, “I bet he was.”
“Hey, I was a good kid,” I argued. “Never got into trouble.”
“Now, we both know dats not true.” Ada chuckled as she leaned over to Remington and asked, “Did I’s ever tell you about da day Noah here jumped off da roof?”
“No, ma’am.” Remington glanced over at me with a smile plastered across her beautiful face. “You haven’t told me that one yet.”
“Ooo-wee. Never heard such hollerin’ in my whole life.
I thought the child was gonna die for sure.
I come rushin’ outside and found him laid out on the ground, and he was carryin’ on somethin awful.
” She shook her head with a chuckle. “Till this day, never could get him to tell me the truths ’bout why’s he was up there on that roof.
I’m a guessing it was just a bunch of foolishness. ”
“I did tell you the truth,” I complained. “Well, partly.”
“Okay, then. Spill it.” Sounding intrigued, Remington asked, “Why’d you jump off the roof?”
“That’s just it, I didn’t jump. I’d heard a cat crying and thought it was hurt or something.” I shrugged as I took another sip of my coffee. “When I got up on the roof, it hissed at me, and I fell off.”
“Oh?” She giggled, then with a childlike voice, she mocked, “So, the wittle kitty scared you?”
“I was like eight, Remington, so yeah. The damn thing scared me.”
“Bless your heart.” Remington pursed her lips playfully. “I’m sorry that the mean, wittle kitty scared you.”
“You’re a smartass. You know that, right?”
“Watch your mouth, child,” Ada scolded. “No sense bein’ ornery about it. She was just teasin’. Didn’t mean no harm.”