2. Cass
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Cass
This is not good. I thought it would be easy to ride onto the Steel Souls turf, demand to see Lord’s brother and Phoebe, but I never expected to feel this pull toward Savage as I do. It must be because he’s Lord’s brother and because Lord and I have become friends.
Yeah, but you’ve never wanted to jump Lord’s bones the way you do with Savage. Savage raises an eyebrow, and I wonder if I said the last part out loud.
Clearing my throat, I continue my explanation in the privacy of Savage’s office.
“The auction house was fake. The women funneled through there were either secretly reunited with their families or continued with the auction and freely sold their virginity to the highest bidder. They were vetted, and the women were unharmed. Most of them fell in love with the guy who won them, and now they live happily ever after.” I shift my gaze to Savage, hoping he sees that we actually helped these women.
When he remains expressionless, I continue.
“The women kept eighty percent of the auction money.”
“But you still made money off those poor women.” The accusation is there in his deep voice, making me feel lower than dirt.
“As horrible as that makes us, we needed money to keep helping them.” I straighten my shoulders, refusing to let him make me feel bad for doing what I had to do to survive.
“I’ve stayed in touch with a few of the women, and they are happy—even grateful for our help.
” At one point, before we started taking a percentage, I considered auctioning off my virginity, but Hawk and Lord wouldn’t allow it.
That’s why we started taking a percentage.
But this jerk doesn’t get to know the sacrifices we made—not yet at least. He's not the only one with trust issues.
“Okay, so you say. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here asking for my help.” Savage’s gaze cuts through me, leaving me hot and achy all over. A feeling I’ve never felt before.
“A few days ago, Hawk intercepted a message from the Sons of Lucifer warning us of a planned raid on the auction house. Lord and Hawk took a handful of women dropped off earlier in the week to a safehouse. Luckily, we don’t have an auction planned until next month, so no one should be dropping any women off there anytime soon.
” I can’t look at Savage. It’s enough that I can feel his hatred of me rolling off him—I don’t want to see it in his gorgeous green eyes.
“And you.” His voice softens, making me believe I might have misinterpreted what I was feeling from him.
“The plan was to come here and convince you to get me an invitation to one of the Sons of Lucifer’s parties so I could gather more information from them—find out who the message was meant for.
” I hold back a shudder as I think about what I’ll have to do to get that information once I’m inside the Sons of Lucifer’s clubhouse.
“And you were planning on going alone.” It’s not a question but a statement from Savage. I snap my gaze to his, unable to pull my eyes away from the dark, possessive desire lurking in his eyes. I grew up in a motorcycle club—I know that look well.
This time, I hold his stare as I answer, “Yes. Unless you can talk one of your guys into pretending I’m their old lady and taking me to the party.”
“That’s a perfect idea.” Phoebe claps her hands, surprising me. I had forgotten she was still in the room.
“It’s a horrible idea,” Savage growls, the sound vibrating through my already overstimulated body.
“Do you have a better idea?” Phoebe’s voice softens to a whisper.
“Do it for the baby.” She rests a hand on her stomach, and I feel like throwing up.
I know she was with Lord all those months ago, but before he took her away, he found a package of Plan B that had fallen out of her purse and told her to take it.
I thought she had. So the baby must be Savage’s.
“A baby.” I grab Phoebe’s hand—she was my first real friend at the auction house.
We spent a lot of time together when she wasn’t with Lord.
“Congratulations.” I squeeze her hand gently and blink back tears.
I finally found someone who makes my heart flutter, and he’s already taken by my best friend.
“And to you.” I shift my gaze to Savage and try to smile.
“No, you misunderstood. Lord is the father, not Savage.” Phoebe leans forward, placing her free hand on my shoulder.
“But what about the Plan B you had in your purse?” The question slips out before I can stop it. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”
“I couldn’t do it.” Phoebe drops her hand from my shoulder. “Whatever Lord is, I couldn’t get rid of something we might have created.”
“I’ll go to the party with you,” Savage cuts in.
“I’ll tell everyone you're my old lady. But it’s only temporary—the title, my cut, and riding on the back of my bike—all of it is temporary and fake.
” His words hit me harder than I expected, and all I can do is nod.
“I’ll text Mad Dog, the president of the Sons of Lucifer, for an invite.
He’s been after me for years to go to one of their parties. ”
“Thank you,” I say, my mind still spinning at Phoebe's pregnancy. Lord is going to flip out, in a good way, when he finds out he's going to be a father.
“Don’t thank me yet. Do you know why I always say no to Mad Dog when he invites me to his parties?
” Before I can answer, he continues. “They have a tradition of blow job parties. Some of the old ladies participate, but most don’t, so the Sweet Butts take over.
According to Mad Dog and the Sons of Lucifer, receiving head isn’t cheating.
Everyone is in the same room as they do it, or so I’ve heard.
” Savage looks into my eyes, and every part of me is screaming to look away from the intense heat shining back at me.
“Are you sure you’ll be comfortable sitting there while one of the Sweet Butts blows me? ”
“What the fuck?” I sit up straight in the chair. “You’re my old man—no one but me is going to put their mouth on any part of you.”
“I’m not really your old man.” Savage’s voice sounds almost sad. “Remember it’s only fake and temporary.”
“Fake or temporary, I’m still not letting anyone else touch you,” I growl, realizing too late how possessive I sound.
“I just mean that if we're going to pull this off and make them believe I’m really your old lady, we have to sell it. I would never let anyone touch what’s mine.
But there’s one problem.” I pause, taking a deep breath.
“I don’t know how to give a blowjob—I’ve never done it before. ”
Savage’s eyes widen in surprise, and he looks like he just swallowed his tongue. “Fuck me, are you a virgin, Cass?”
“Yes.” I grip the arms of the chair, refusing to back down. “But I’m a fast learner.” I didn’t think it was possible, yet Savage’s eyes widen even more at my confession.
“Don’t worry, I can give you some pointers.” Phoebe jumps into the conversation.
“Please take her to my room for that. I really don’t want to hear what you and my brother did.” Savage sounds almost like he’s in pain. “Now go. I’ll text Mad Dog and get the invite.”
With a wicked smile, Phoebe grabs my hand and leads me to Savage’s bedroom next door, where we spend the rest of the night eating pizza and discussing the proper techniques for giving head.