Dylan POV #2
“You’re welcome, babes!”
I roll my eyes and follow Echo into the room. Titan closes the door behind us.
“Look, I told her it’s sorted,” I say immediately.
Echo studies me carefully. “With who you are, I have no doubt it’s sorted. But talk anyway.”
I turn and glare at Titan for a second before I start explaining.
“I was looking into a building for a possible business venture. The realtor left, handed me the keys, knowing who I was, and told me to drop them back later. I walked through the building and ran into some of the West Crew… and a guy named Grim.”
Echo tenses the moment I say Grim’s name. “And what was said?”
“Enough that Grim punched me and warned me not to speak about it or he’d make sure I was never found. I told you my father is dealing with it.”
“If he’s meeting openly with the West Crew like that, then their plans are moving forward faster than we thought,” Echo mutters.
I sigh. “It sounded like they were discussing dates.”
“We need to call church. We’ll intercept those weapons,” Echo says, standing up.
“My dad’s already dealing with it,” I try.
“No offense, kid, but your dad won’t keep those guns off our streets. We’re dealing with it. You can go.”
I walk out of the room feeling sick to my stomach. I just fed them information that’s going to pull them deeper into my father’s mess. When I get back to Siren I glance around the room.
“No Blaze?”
“He was here earlier but he left,” she says. “Something about working at the club. Some woman’s birthday party during the day.”
Great. So I can’t even see him right now. “I should get home. I’ve got things to sort for work.”
I say my goodbyes and leave, heading straight back to my father’s place. The second I walk in, he’s already waiting for me in the sitting room.
“How did it go?”
I sit down heavily and nod. “It went well. They mentioned that the West Crew must be moving their plans forward, and they talked about weapons.”
He hums thoughtfully. “Good. So once the guns are in place, this Grim guy will go back to his club, tell them he has a solid plan to take me out, and they’ll be more inclined to agree to work with us.”
“More than likely,” I mutter. “He’s not going to do it alone. He needs a proper plan before taking it to his president.”
“Well, that should work in our favor. I’ll make sure we watch the ports and any unexpected shipments.”
“There’s something else,” I add. “The club is planning to get involved. They want to stop the weapons before they reach the West Crew.”
He smiles coldly. “They have no chance. I’ll sort this. They won’t rush it, we’ve probably got a month or two. The shipment will be split anyway.”
“Okay… so are we done?”
His head shakes. I end up sitting there for ages while he keeps talking, clearly planning how to use the club and Grim to gain even more leverage over the biker world.
Including the Fallen Gods, which including Blaze.
I’m not comfortable with any of this. Not even a little.
By the time I finally leave my father’s place, I’m already late.
I know Rosalie is probably waiting for me, and the thought makes my stomach twist into knots.
I have no fucking idea how I’m supposed to do this.
What happens when I can’t get hard? What happens when she realises something is seriously wrong with me?
My father offered me a car, but I turned it down. I needed the fresh air to clear my head. Now that I’m almost home, I just want to turn around and walk the other way. I could use my dad as an excuse. Anything to avoid going upstairs.
A strong hand suddenly grabs me and yanks me into the side alley. My back slams hard against the wall, knocking the breath out of me. I start to react on instinct, but freeze the second I see who it is.
Blaze.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss, heart hammering.
He smirks and presses his much larger body against mine, trapping me. “I was coming to see you, but I saw your friend walk in, so I waited for her to leave. But you’re not up there?”
“I was dealing with something. I need to go.” I try to move, but he shoves me back against the wall, pinning me there.
“Get rid of her.”
I scoff and let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not happening. Part of the fucking deal is that we start trying for a baby straight away. That’s what she’s waiting for right now.”
Blaze’s eyes widen. “Wait… you’re fucking serious? A deal?”
“Just forget it.” I try to shove past him, but he slams me back against the wall again, harder this time.
“No, I won’t forget it. So what, you could have a fucking kid in nine months?”
“No!” I snap, frustration and shame boiling over. “Because I can’t fuck her. I can’t even get hard for her. And even if I could, I’ve been giving her the pill. She thinks they’re fucking vitamins.”
Blaze stares at me for a second, then smirks. “So you don’t actually want a kid?”
“Fuck you, Blaze,” I growl. “You’re not helping. If you’re just going to mock me and smirk like that, then fuck off.”
He presses me harder into the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a rough, possessive kiss. I moan into it before I can stop myself, my hips pushing forward as he grinds his hard cock against me.
“Just fuck her,” he murmurs against my lips, still grinding slowly. “Get it over with, get rid of her, and then let me know. I’ll take care of you.”
“I c-can’t fuck her,” I stutter, voice breaking. “I can’t get hard for her. She’s going to laugh at me, mock me, and ask what the fuck is wrong with me.”
Blaze kisses down my neck, biting hard as he grinds into me again. My cock is already fully hard and aching against him.
“Yeah?” he whispers, voice dark. “You’re hard right now. So get up there, fuck her. It’s a deal, right? Just close your eyes and think about me. Think about last night. Think about how I ruined you. Then get rid of her… and I’ll fuck you properly.”
I’m breathing hard, caught between panic and desperate need. His words shouldn’t turn me on this much, but they do.
He’s making it sound so simple, but nothing about this is simple anymore.