10. CHAPTER 5 #3
Two black SUVs pull into the lot from the main road. Four men step out wearing masks like ours. One approaches Justin, and they exchange words I can’t hear from where I’ve got Hargrove pinned. Justin hands the woman off to the man. She gets into the back of the lead vehicle without a fight.
“Who the fuck is that?” I call out to Justin.
“Dane sent backup. They’re handling it from here.”
Priest zip-ties his guy and then pulls another from his pocket so we can do the same with the one I’ve got pinned. We leave them in the gravel. The back room still has women in it. At least three.
“What about the rest of them?” Priest asks.
Justin motions to the SUVs. “Dane’s men will handle it. We’re supposed to get out of here immediately and wait for our next assignment.”
We leave the men on the ground where they are and nod to the masked men as we pass them.
I glance at the SUV on our way out. The woman sits in the backseat, and she’s crying into her hands.
Justin is already walking toward his BMW, while Priest and I follow a couple steps behind.
He tugs his mask off and leans against the hood of the vehicle, running his hand through his hair like we just came from the fucking gym.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see I have a text from Dane.
Dane: How’s it going?
I type out a response.
Me: Justin handed off one woman to the men you sent. They’re taking care of the men we tied up. Do we need to do anything else?
I watch my phone while Dane is typing.
Dane: Go ahead and leave. Take care of your other situation.
“Good work tonight, boys.” Justin gives us a two-finger wave, then flips us off. “I think I’ll go home to my family’s house tonight, so I can give my sister a little brotherly advice about the kind of men she should avoid.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. If this prick thinks he has any way of stopping me from getting Saylor, he’s going to learn the hard way.
“Tell her whatever you want, Justin. It doesn’t matter.
After three weeks, I’m going to spend the next year with my cock buried in every hole on her body.
And there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it. ”
I don’t really want him to know all the things I plan to do with Saylor. That’ll be for me and my heathen, but the fucker needs to back the fuck off.
He steps forward and glares at me with his hands fisted like he’s about to fight.
I pull my mask off, daring him to fucking touch me. I want him to give me a reason to level his ass. “And your sister is going to beg me for it on her fucking knees.”
He huffs and then gets in his car, peeling away from us without another word. He knows Priest and I would kick his fucking ass. I’d beat the shit out of him on my own, but with both of us, his punk ass wouldn’t stand a chance.
“He’s not going to let that shit go,” Priest says, pulling his mask off. “Can’t wait to see you two sitting down to family dinner.”
“Fuck him. And there’s not going to be any fucking family dinners. I’m going to fuck my girl, not play house with her goddamn family.”
“Whatever you say.” He drops into the passenger seat and puts his boots on my dash. I swear he does this shit just to piss me off. He’s like the annoying little brother I never had. “Can we go dump this fucking body now?”
I pull out my phone and check Saylor’s location one more time.
She’s still at home, so at least she didn’t go out to Velum tonight with Kynlee.
My girl likes to have a good time out with her best friend.
But I don’t feel like going to the club to keep an eye on her when I still have to deal with what’s rotting in the back of my car. I send her a quick text.
Me: Good girl.
“That was some fucked-up shit tonight.” Priest pulls out his phone while I start the vehicle. “There’s no way that’s the only operation. Dane was right about this shit still going on.”
“I know. Dane is going to have his sons get information from those men, and then I’ve got a feeling we have a lot of scouting in our future.”
My phone buzzes.
Little Heathen: You think far too highly of yourself, Axl.
I chuckle. I saved my contact in her phone as “My King” since my girl is going to kneel and serve.
Me: You better practice kneeling now, baby.
God, I’m fucking hard again. The Ravens do this shit to us on purpose.
They test the shit out of us in every way they can to prove we will bend to their will.
It’s no wonder that all anyone in our society can think about is sex.
We already have money and being a Raven gives us power, so they withhold the thing we want most.
My phone buzzes again.
Little Heathen: Only if you’re any fucking good.
I grind my teeth over the fact that other men have had her besides me. But she won’t remember their fucking names once I’ve made her mine. Even if she does, I’ll make her give me a list of any that are still alive.
Me: Every time you talk back, I’m chaining you in my room for an entire week.
“Are you going to drive, or are you going to sext your girl while we sit here with a corpse?” Priest puts his phone away. “Because I’d like to shower, jack off, and get some fucking sleep.”
I pat my pocket with Saylor’s panties in it. Sounds like a fucking plan.