“Yeah, now.”
“Fuck.”
“It’s okay. I’ll go talk to Temple until you’re done,” Fab says pressing up to kiss my cheek. I nod and release my grip on her hand to follow Gauge into the other room.
“What’s goin’ on?” I ask watching as he fidgets slightly. Something is bothering him.
“We been doin’ a little research.”
“What research?”
“About the explosion.”
“What the fuck about it?” I growl.
“There were more people in there that we didn’t know about, Prez.” Gauge looks away and I know this isn’t going to end well. I can feel it all through my body.
“Who was in there?” I ask not really sure I want to know the answer.
“You know the regulars were there and Lauren. What we didn’t know at the time was that prick they had in as chief called in a few guys from Baltimore.”
Fuck! I run my hand through my hair letting out a sigh.
“Who was it?” Looking back over at Gauge, his eyes seem void. This isn’t good.
“Christopher Evans, Larry Topher, and Dan McKnile.”
“Fuck!” I roar, swiping the bottles off the table and listening as they shatter against the floor. The door flies open and Wolf steps in.
“What the fuck?” He asks looking around.
“Call church,” I say gruffly.
“What the fuck is this?” Wolf asks.
“I said fuckin’ call church!” Wolf nods his head and walks back out of the room as Gauge stands there not saying a word.
“Sorry, Prez. We didn’t know.”
“I know that. We have proof they were in there?” I look up at him and he nods his head.
“Yeah. Coroner confirmed it.”
I walk over and sit in the chair at the head of the table, resting my head in my hands. This is fucked up. They weren’t supposed to be there! What the hell were they doing there?
Chapter Seven
Sly’s been off since we got to his house. He’s drank beer after beer as I sit on the couch with the TV running. He isn’t looking at it or at me. Something is off with him.
“Are you okay?” I ask once more. I’ve asked once since we’ve been here, but he said he was fine. Clearly, he isn’t.
“You ever do somethin’ you fuckin’ regret?” he asks looking over at me. His eyes are glazed and distant. Is he talking about me being here? Shit.
“I can go, Sly. It isn’t a big deal,” I tell him. He huffs out a laugh but looks away. I’m about to stand when he talks again.
“I’m no saint. Never been one. I fucked up with my ex. I fucked up with my daughter. Everything I touch I fuckin’ fuck up!” he roars, throwing his bottle at the wall. It slams into it, shattering to pieces but Sly doesn’t move.
“What did you fuck up?”
“People’s lives! I fuck up people’s goddamn lives, Fab!”
The lost look in his eyes bothers me but I also know what I’m doing here. I’m torn, on edge and lost in my own world. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes darting around the room when I stand and move in front of him. Reaching for his hands, I move them so I can climb into his lap straddling him. His hands shake as I rest them on my hips. His eyes dart between mine as I reach up and grab is face in my hands.
“Kiss me,” I say softly. Sly shakes his head, trying to pull his face from my hands when I demand it louder. “I said kiss me, Sly.” My demand hits him hard. His eyes jerk back to mine, burning straight into me. He doesn’t kiss me softly. No, this kiss is consuming and rough. It’s dominating and I let him do it. What is wrong with me? Am I that desperate for answers that I will let him do this to me?
“I won’t be able to stop, Fabiola. I won’t.” His words send a surge through my body. His cock is hard under me and each time I move in the slightest, I can feel it harden more.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
In seconds, he’s on his feet, carrying me up the stairs. He’s tearing at my clothes, ripping my shirt from the back until his nails dig into my skin. I gasp as he kisses me harder. His fingers move down my back, cupping my ass before he throws me roughly on the bed. My body bounces as he watches me. He rips his clothes off, tossing them on the chair as I shimmy out of my shorts. When I’m in nothing but my bra and panties, he shakes his head.
“All of it off,” he demands. I lift up and pull my panties off, kicking them to the side before slipping the bra down my arms. Sly’s eyes never leave my body, but his anger is still visible in his eyes.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask softly. His lips curl into a smile as he grabs his cock in his hand and strokes.
“Whatever the fuck I want. You told me to take you. You asked for this shit,” he says as a chill dances down my spine.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask.
“If I want to. This is your last chance to run, darlin’. After this, I’ll ruin you in every goddamn way possible.” His words should have me on my feet, but they don’t. I can’t leave now. I know what I’m doing here or what I’m supposed to be doing here. That doesn’t change the fact that I have some sort of feelings toward him, but the reason I’m here isn’t clear anymore. No matter what the consequences are, I knew what I was getting into. I shake my head slowly as Sly climbs onto the end of the bed. His eyes are so distant, more so than I’ve ever seen them before. He grabs my thighs and spreads me wide. His mind is someplace else. He isn’t here with me and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
“Fuck!” I scream as Sly plunges inside of me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his size, he just takes what he needs. Like he said he would. He isn’t gentle. This isn’t what I was thinking would happen once we got here. In his room at the clubhouse, he was different. The mood was different - it was easier, lighter.
“Goddamn it,” Sly hisses as he spreads me wider. Lifting up, he grabs both my thighs and holds me open as he thrusts harder. Tears fill my eyes as he fucks me like a madman. I asked for this. I shouldn’t be crying but thoughts of my brother linger in the back of my mind. Thoughts of what I’m supposed to be doing here. I’m messing up. Why does it feel so right and so good with him though?
Suddenly, Sly stops moving, and I move my eyes to meet his. He looks at me, the gentleness that I saw in him earlier coming back. His lips part but words don’t form as he starts to pull out of me.
“I knew it,” he rasps before trying once more. I lock my legs around him, keeping him in place.
“Knew what?”
“You’re cryin’.”
“It’s okay,” I tell him.
“I’m hurtin’ you. Just like everyone else.”
“I’m not everyone else, Sly. Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you! Don’t you get that, Fab? The one good thing I found is you and now I’m fuckin’ that up too!”
His words rip through my chest. I reach up and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine. I kiss him easily, gently. My heart is pulling me in one direction while my mind is pulling me someplace else. I’m a complete mess but I don’t want him to stop. Not now.