“Think the Kennedys. He’s from that kind of family,” I said. “They would come down on the club, and we think that’s one reason Guillermo contracted this out to us.”
“He was supposed to have an issue with the Furia MC, who’d been doing his security work before. We were being contracted for protection because the Furia had some dealings with the Armenians, and Guillermo thought it was too high profile. He thought it would bring heat down on him. We got some confirmation of the alliance before, and it looked legit. But we dug more, and that info fell apart. We think this was bullshit he was feeding us.”
“Why?” Axe leaned forward.
“If I know Guillermo,” Bernicio said, “This is probably a play at getting rid of the club.”
“But we didn’t have any dealings with him before this,” Axe said.
“He’s paving the way to something greater,” Bernicio said. “Guillermo is a master planner. He’s always thinking about the end game. He has something planned, and my guess is you’re in the way-maybe a route or something he needs to control.”
I nodded. “I think this is what’s happening. It doesn’t make any sense that he would cut off the Furia and the Armenians because he wanted to lay low, but then contract us to do a high-profile hit that could bring down heat on him. I think he plans to let us take the fall for everything, or he’s using us as misdirection for something else. Something bigger. We’re all sitting on those warehouses, using all our resources.”
“So you have a plan,” Axe said.
I nodded, gesturing to Bernicio.
“This is what I would do,” he said. Then he laid it out for us, as clear as day. Thirty minutes of meeting, and by the end, we were in unanimous agreement.
“We’re straight,” I said. Dani was hunched forward in a chair in front of a television set, PlayStation controller in her hand, fingers moving. “You entertaining yourself?”
“Ethan here showed me this game,” she said, nodding to the security guy in the corner. “It’s pretty fun.” Her animated figure shot something on the television, then she turned to me. “I needed a distraction.”
“We’re going to roll,” I said.
“You sure you’re okay with going back to Benicio’s place? You don’t want to get back to your house or anything?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. He’s got better security too. We don’t want Guillermo finding out we’re back in town.” I also didn’t want her seeing my little shithole apartment a couple of miles from the clubhouse. She would run screaming. There was no doubt about it.
“Do you think he is having us followed?”
“No,” I assured her. “Benicio’s men are good. They would know. But just to be safe, it’s better we stay there. The plan hinges on him not knowing we’re back in town.”
Dani stood on her toes, kissing me. I ran my hands over her breasts, down her flat stomach. She took me by the hand and led me to the bed without a word, pulling me down to her. I kissed her hard, wanting her more than anything. This girl had crawled under my skin, and I didn’t want to let her go. Dani moaned, her hand on my cock, guiding me inside. If only she knew what it did to me, hearing her like that, those little moans, the sounds she made when she came on me. It wrecked me.
I moved inside her, and she grabbed the back of my neck, clawed at my shoulders. I felt the heat from her body, her skin slick with sweat. I watched her, the way she scrunched up her face when she got close, how she panted, reminding me of an animal in heat. This girl owned me, and she knew she owned me. When she came, I lost it, my climax erasing everything else in the world, nearly blinding in its intensity.
Afterward, I drew her to me, her head nestled in the crook of my arm as we lay there in this huge room in Benicio’s place. Dani looked up at me, her eyes wide, face flushed from her orgasm.
“I’m worried about tomorrow,” she said.
I kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about it. Everything is going to be all right.”
“Are you ready for this?” I asked. Dani’s face looked pale.
“Yeah,” she said. “It’s no big deal. I do this kind of shit every day.”
I tucked my piece in the small of my back.
“Where’s my gun?” Dani asked.
“You don’t need a weapon,” I said. “You’re going to be out there, talking to your dad, and then you move back to the warehouse where you’re safe. Safer.”
"I'm not going there without a weapon. It's crazy."
"Do you know how to use one?" The last thing I wanted was for her to get herself shot.
Dani looked at me, her lips pursed. “Of course I fucking know how to handle a weapon. My fa-Guillermo raised me around weapons. I’m an expert shot."
“Okay, ma’am,” I said. "Let's get you a weapon."