Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Oh God!” she screams, her fingers working overtime inside her shorts. Her thighs quiver, her tits shake, and her sexy-as-fuck lips part as she moans, over and over again. She's fucking beautiful when she comes. Holy fuck. I watch her, unable to pull my eyes away and sure as hell not wanting to. The whole time, I slide my fist up and down my barely softening length, getting out every drop.
When her body finally relaxes, she slumps onto the mattress, her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted.
I rinse down the shower, and myself, then open the door, not bothering to rush for the towel. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen at this point. I finish getting ready and walk out into the bedroom, grabbing a clean towel for her on the way. Paige is hiding under the blanket.
“Morning.” I toss the towel at where I think her head probably is.
Her hand steals out and pulls it under the blanket with her. “Morning,” she squeaks.
“Sleep well?”
“Uh huh,” comes out from her hiding place.
Fucking adorable.
20
CRANK
“Where’s Savage?” Poe asks. “He was the one that wanted to talk first thing.”
“No idea.”
We’re meeting in one of the old teacher’s offices that’s been turned into a meeting slash hangout room in the dorm building. Most of the upper floors have been renovated into living quarters, but there are still some reminders of the old school, especially downstairs where the gym and locker rooms have been updated but left more or less intact to give us workout space.
I catch sight of him as he rounds the side of the officers’ house with Paige. “There he is.” I hear them come in and go upstairs before the heavy thud of his boots heads back down.
“Everything good?” Poe asks as Savage comes in, looking distracted.
“Yeah, no problem. I stashed her in your room for now since she’s already been there.”
Poe nods and cracks open his laptop. “Okay, I’ve been poking around and had a chat with Hellfire about what he heard from Eagle-eye over at the Screaming Eagles.”
I tip my chair back, balancing on the back legs. “Alright, lay it on us. I don’t want to leave her there too long on her own.”
“To start with, Hellfire was right, the Fabbris used to be tight with the Giordanos, but they started going rogue about ten years ago when Eagle-eye and the old Don established a working relationship. The Fabbris weren’t happy about working with dirty animals like us and refused to fall in line.”
“Fucking wannabe dictators,” Savage grumbles. “They act like they’re fucking above it all, but I’d rather get shot in the face than stabbed in the back.”
“No shit,” I agree.
“Last Eagle-eye heard of them causing trouble for sure was about five years ago. They were using some small-time MC to sell drugs, weapons and occasionally women in Eagles territory.”
“What the fuck? I take it that MC is no longer in the picture?” Savage’s tone lives up to his name.
Poe taps his nose and then points at Savage. “You would be correct. In any case, there have been rumors and suspicions since then but the Eagles consider it mob business unless it spills over on them.”
“So let’s say they got spanked out of town by the Eagles.” I stand up and start pacing. It helps me think. “Maybe it took them some time lick their wounds, and then they start looking around for a new home.”
“I think you’re on the right track,” Poe agrees. “I snuck a backdoor into one of the Vice systems and did some snooping. The local cops started keeping an active file on them about three years ago. They’ve probably been slowly growing and trying to stay under the radar, but it sounds like they are getting cocky.” He turns his laptop, probably so we can see what he’s talking about but me and technology have never really gotten along.
“Okay, but if it comes down to it, can we take them?”
It’s always the same question in the end. From the little fish that looks at a bigger fish, to fucking countries and their armies. Can we take them?
Poe grimaces. “One on one? Sure.”
“But the mob is a fungus,” Savage adds, nodding. “By the time we see it, the spores have spread deep. I get it, but we can’t sit around doing jack shit because it’s not a perfect plan. Stefano is the asshole in front of us right now and making sure Paige is safe is our main priority.”
“Speaking of Paige, what the fuck are we doing with her?” Poe asks. “I’ve gotta be straight with you. I haven’t fucked her yet, but there’s something there with us and I want to see where it goes.”
A flash of something that isn’t quite guilt crosses Savage’s face. “Same.”
“Is that why you were late? Got distracted by a girl? That’s fucking hilarious,” I say with a laugh. “Mr. Professionalism himself.”