Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
SAMMI
“Pretty much what I’m sure you already suspect.”
“Coke?”
“Coke, fentanyl, pills, anything that could fit into designer sunglasses cases.”
“Sunglasses cases?”
“My father had this huge inventory of knock-off sunglasses that he couldn’t unload, so Viper found a new use for them.
After that, it was knock-off Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags.
Then a business was born. We strategically placed the product in the bags and sunglasses cases, then moved the shit up and down the East Coast.”
“We? Please tell me you weren’t swallowing this shit or shoving it up your pussy.”
I laugh at the look on his face. “I wasn’t sticking it up my ass either.”
“So, you weren’t an actual mule.”
“More like transportation coordinator.”
“Explain.”
When my father found out I was hanging out with Bullet, he was thrilled.” I bark out a harsh laugh. “Most fathers would’ve been horrified their daughter was hanging with an outlaw biker with a record, but not dear old Dad.”
“Go on,” Deuce prods.
“From there, things went from bad to worse.” I shift on the couch. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but New Jersey is one of the largest entry points for drugs on the East Coast because of its major interstate highways and entry points. Namely, Port Newark and Newark Airport.”
He nods. “I did know that; I’m just surprised you do.”
“I’m sure you can put the rest of the story together, but I’ll sum it up for you. The Rabid Dogs used my father’s trucks to transport drugs throughout the East Coast as far south as Georgia and as far north as Boston.”
Deuce furrows his brow. “And you were one of the drivers?”
“Give the man a prize.”
“Shit, kinda fucked up that your old man was behind it and letting his only daughter transport it.”
“Ya think?” I roll my eyes. “But you haven’t heard the best part.”
“There’s more?”
“Ohhhh, way the fuck more.” I draw in a breath and continue. “Thinking back, it was a genius plan. Who would stop or suspect a young woman truck driver of transporting and delivering drugs, right?”
“It is a sweet setup,” Deuce admits.
“Until Bullet wanted to come with me on a trip. I knew it was a bad idea. He was getting deeper and deeper into cocaine, which only made his erratic temper more erratic. I told my father and Viper it was a bad idea, but do you think they listened to a woman? Fuck no.” I flail my arms around.
“Oh, and did I forget to mention Bullet shoved coke up his nose almost the entire trip? So, at a routine stop at a weigh station in Maryland, he decides to get mouthy. He was totally spun, and of course the cops noticed since they’re always on the lookout for jacked-up truckers. ”
“I don’t think I wanna know the rest.”
“It’s the best part.” I smirk. “I won’t go into all the gory details, but I basically took the fall since I was driving the truck transporting illegal substances over the state line.
The good news—I didn’t have any priors. The bad news, my dad got sent back to Rikers because he owned the company and had a long—very long—rap sheet.
Bullet got some bullshit community service, and I got to spend eight months in EMCF: Edna Mahan Correctional Facility. ”
“Fuck!”
I keep the ankle monitor and the fact that I’m tagged like an animal to myself. I’ve already exposed more than I intended, and having to wear the damn thing day and night is embarrassing enough. It took me two weeks before I even showed Evie.
“Enough about me. Since prison is another thing we have in common, why don’t you tell me your experience?”
“Just one more thing. Tonight, while Viper was jacking me up, he mentioned a flash drive and that you better hand it over to him.”
“Ahh, the flash drive. He’s like a dog with a bone.”
“I assume there’s something on it Viper wants to keep secret?”
“Probably.” I shrug.
“Don’t you have it?”
I bark out a laugh. “Nope, but Viper thinks I do. For all I know, it might not even exist.”
His brow furrows. “But he thinks—”
“He thinks I have it ‘cause that’s what I let him believe. I’m using it as leverage. Something to hold over his head.”
He lowers his gaze. “Which is a shit-poor idea with a fucker like Viper.”
“How so? I thought my plan was pretty ingenious.”
“If we were talking about a semi-normal person, maybe, but blackmailing a psycho like Viper? Hell no. It’ll just make him more obsessed.”
“It’s all I’ve got right now.”
“What makes him or you think there is a flash drive or any money?”
“As I’m sure you know, the drug trade is extremely lucrative, and since my father supplied the trucks, the dummy company, and the other dummy,” she points to herself, “he retained a good part of the profit.”
“Okay.”
“The Dogs got a nice cut too, but supposedly my father hid a shit-ton of cash somewhere in this building.”
“That’s why you were banging the shit outta that safe.”
“Which turned out to be a dead end.” She shrugs. “Knowing my father, it was probably all bullshit, but you never know.”
“And Viper knows this too?”
“Exactly.”
“So, I guess some of those holes in the sheetrock were intentional.”
“Three weeks ago, I was convinced I could find it. Now, not so much.”
“How does Viper even know about the money and the flash drive?”
I huff out a humorless laugh. “‘Cause I made the mistake of telling Bullet, back before I realized Bullet and Viper sold me out big-time in court.”
“Okay, Bullet and Viper are fuckin’ bastards, but what did your father tell you?”
“He said he stashed money and a very valuable flash drive here at The End.”
“And he didn’t tell you where?”
“He whispered it to me before they dragged him out of court. Not much time for lengthy conversation. I’m not even sure it’s true, but I did like watching Viper squirm when he thought I might have something on him.”
“I get that, but Viper’s not gonna back down.” He points to his face. “I’m living proof.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to find it.” I flick my hand at him. “Tell me how your life fell to shit.”
I’d already said too much. There was something about this man with his deep brown eyes and low, raspy voice that made me want to tell him all my secrets.
Regardless, if there was money or some incriminating flash drive, I wasn’t giving it up to anybody.
Not even a biker with a killer body and a huge dick.
“Not much to tell. I let my dick rule my brain, which ended in a DEA sting and the disbanding of the Kings. It’s something that’s never gonna happen again.”
“I imagine you’re not the only man with the dick for a brain problem.”
He huffs out a laugh and flinches. “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts too fuckin’ much.” He throws me a pointed look. “‘Cause right now, the Kings and getting the Kings back together is my main objective.”
I throw up my palms. “Fine with me. As I’m sure you got from my story, men or being with a man or any kind of relationship is hardly at the top of my list.”
“That’s not totally true.” That teasing smirk resurfaces. “‘Cause two days ago we—”
“Yes, I’m well aware of what we did two days ago, but that was just a moment of weakness. A moment that will never happen again.”
“Ahhhh, you shouldn’t have said that. Don’t you know every man—and especially an outlaw biker—loves a dare?”
“That wasn’t a dare. It was a warning.”
He slowly nods, trying desperately not to laugh.
“You think I’m kidding?” I do some air boxing. “I picked up quite a few self-defense moves in prison.”
“I’ll consider myself warned.” He chuckles around his words.
“You won’t be laughing so hard when you have my foot lodged in your ass.”
“Shit, I love it when a woman talks dirty, but you got it backwards, babe. It’s gonna be my dick lodged in your ass.”
“In your dreams, and didn’t you hear me tell you not to call me babe?”
“I heard you—babe.”
“You are very annoying.” I throw him an evil glare, and he smirks wider.
“So I’ve been told by plenty of woman, but then they see my nine-inch dick, and it’s all good.”
I couldn’t argue him on that point. I’d had that huge dick inside me, and not only is he ginormous, he also knows how to use it. A rarity with most men.
“Like I said, moment of weakness that will never happen again.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
“Believe me, I am.” I push out of the chair, desperately needing distance between us.
Two days ago was the first time I’d had sex in over a year.
I still don’t understand why I came on to him since that’s not my usual, but I did, and now .
. . if I concentrate hard enough, I can still feel him moving inside me.
Every glorious inch bringing me to an even more glorious orgasm.
A sensation I’d never experienced before and one I definitely want to revisit—just not with him.
“Why you staring at me?”
His words snap me out of my erotic daze. “I’m not staring.” I motion toward the hallway. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
“Told you before, babe, although my dick is ready, I don’t think my ribs could take the pounding I wanna give you.”
“Just in case you need anything.” This man is truly infuriating.
“There is something you could do that wouldn’t require me to move much.” He flashes that grin, and if he wasn’t already banged up . . .
“I’m going to get you an extra pillow and a blanket.”
His laughter follows me out of the room. I slam open the closet door in my bedroom, then pull down an extra pillow and blanket off the shelf with more force than necessary.
I pause at the edge of the hall and take in Deuce sprawled over the couch, taking up every inch of space with his arm flung behind him and the other one dangling off the side.
He’s removed his cut, but damn, not his t-shirt.
His undone belt and tab of his jeans expose a trail of dark hairs starting at his lower abs and continuing down to what I’m sure is a perfect V. Such a sexy part of a man’s anatomy.
The dim lights silhouetting him allow me to drink in every angle and plane of his sculpted body.
The other day, I purposely positioned myself away from him.
Doing this made it impossible for him to lift me up and expose my ankle monitor, but now, his body is in full view—yup, he’s total perfection—or as Evie would say, “sex on a stick.”
His eyes are closed as I move farther into the room.
Close enough to see the bruising already popping up on the skin exposed between his t-shirt and jeans.
His breathing is slow and labored, and I suspect he’s in a lot more pain than he let on.
Like myself, his false bravado is just a front, but I didn’t miss how his eyes clouded over when I mentioned family.
Could his story be worse than mine?
“You just gonna stand there eye-fucking me, or are you going to give me the pillow and blanket?”
I drop the linens on the end of the couch, turn and storm out of the room, again followed by his infuriating laughter. He definitely caught me ogling him, but no matter how hot or good-looking, or how big his dick, I will never let myself be used by a man again.