SLAM HER

I felt my heart twist a little. “Jesus Christ, Belle.”

“I remember when the call came in. My father went crazy. He left the house, leaving me there alone. I was terrified. The next few hours were a whirlwind. My best friend’s mother ended up picking me up and she explained to me what happened. I wasn’t even home. I wasn’t even with my father. I didn’t see him for a week after it happened.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’ve always hated your father. If I’m being honest, babe. He’s been after my ass since I was a teenager.”

That’s why I want to fuck you so bad, Belle. So I could get back at him.

“That doesn’t shock me,” Belle said. “After that happened, my father lost it. For good. All he did was drink and take it out on me. He thought he was protecting me but what he was doing was waiting for me to get hurt or killed. He didn’t want to save me from getting hurt, he wanted to make sure it would happen and be painless for him. It sounds crazy to say but it’s the truth. So if I was out with a guy, he’d have an officer show up. Not to get me out of there and protect my innocence, but to have someone there for when something bad happened.”

“That’s really fucked up.”

“Yes, it is. That’s why it never happened, Slam.”

I kissed the top of Belle’s head. “It’s okay, babe.”

“It’s not.”

“What happened to the guy who…”

“My father busted up the entire ring of guys,” Belle said. “Some got away, some got killed. Some got life in prison. The actual guy who killed my mother… he got away.”

Belle’s blue eyes were beautifully sad. That’s when I felt it.

I’d fallen for her.

I was supposed to fuck her and leave her… but I fell for her.

I touched her face again and knew bad things were already churning up in my mind and heart.

“Slam, I’m ready now,” Belle whispered. She blinked away tears. “You. Me.”

Her hand touched the top of my jeans and crept down, her small hand over the bulge of my cock.

I sucked in a breath. “Oh, babe, trust me, I want to tear you apart.”

“Then do it,” she said. “Tear me apart, Slam.”

The words were like wild poetry to my ears and cock. I felt myself stirring.

Belle moved up and kissed me. Her hand squeezed tighter between my legs.

My brain was trying to absorb all she just told me. My body wanted to not give a fuck about it and just go at it with her.

We started to kiss and I reached for the back of her head. My hand eased down and touched her skin. Down her back, following the bumps of her spine, following the curve of her back up to her ass. I squeezed and pulled, ready for her.

Shit, Slam, just do it. Fuck her senseless. Show her what she’s been missing.

Belle let out a sigh as we were kissing.

I growled under my breath.

I started to roll to my right when my cell started to ring.

It was fucking Knox calling me. The call I had been waiting for.

“Ah, shit,” I said, looking at Belle as she lay on the bed, on her back, completely naked.

“No.”

“I have to ride, babe. Club stuff.”

“Reaper’s Bastards…”

I nodded. I leaned over and kissed her lips. “I swear to you, Belle, I’m going to make everything okay. Just ride it out with me, no matter what.”

“Okay, Slam. I… I… trust you.”

I kissed her again and then again. Then down to her neck. Then to her chest. I left her with a kiss to her left breast.

I got the hell out of the apartment and sat there on my ride for a few minutes, letting the engine rumble. My plan had been so simple and that was the biggest fucking mistake of my life. Nothing was simple.

Shit, and to make matters worse, this had gotten really deep.

“Nothing is simple,” I whispered as I walked my two wheeled steel ride backward.

Yeah? Well neither is falling in love with the wrong goddamn woman.





“Say that again,” Uncle Jakey said.

He looked ready to kill me.

“You heard me. Tommy is now leverage. It shows our strength without violence.”

“Slam,” Knox said, “Tommy is roughed up.”

“But not dead,” I said. “And he’s ready to put it hard to Chief Richards. It’s like we’re taking someone he killed and throwing the body at him.”

“Fucking shit,” Uncle Jakey said. “This is why I don’t do this stuff.”

“Give me a goddamn minute,” I bellowed. “The guy fucked me. And I have a plan here.”

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