Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
One minute she was giggling, the next she was moaning.
He couldn’t figure out which one he liked best.
He’d just have to keep making her do both.
Chapter Ten
Steel, with his hands and bare feet wrapped with athletic tape, was beating the fucking snot out of a heavy bag that hung in the corner of D’s large warehouse, which was home to In the Shadows Security.
“Can’t wait ‘til Slade gets that fuckin’ gym open,” Mercy grumbled next to Dawg.
Diesel grunted in agreement. “Needs to quit bendin’ Diamond over an’ givin’ her dick every five minutes. That’s why shit ain’t gettin’ done faster.”
Dawg’s eyes slid to Diesel, then back to Steel, as D’s man punched and kicked the bag with a power that was impressive. And a little scary if Dawg had to admit it.
“You’re always in your office porkin’ your ol’ lady an’ you get shit done,” Mercy muttered. Mercy’s cold eyes landed on Dawg. “Heard you’re gettin’ some from that sweet little thing whose daughter went missin’.”
“Heard you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ but your own fuckin’ palm since no woman in their right mind wants to look up into that ugly-assed face of yours when you’re huffin’ an’ puffin’ on top of her.”
A smile that didn’t quite reach his gray eyes crept over Mercy’s face as he grabbed his dick through his jeans and shook it. “The dick makes up for the face.”
“True that. Easy for ‘em to close their eyes, right?”
“They don’t like my face, I can give it to ‘em from the rear.”
Diesel snorted and smacked Dawg on the back. “C’mon, brother, got fuckin’ business to talk about.”
“Want me in there, boss?” Mercy asked.
D gave the large, scarred man a chin lift. “Yeah.”
Mercy followed them down a corridor off the large open area of the warehouse as they headed back to D’s office.
When Diesel shoved the door open, Jewel lifted her head from the desk and blinked at them.
“You in here sleepin’?” Diesel barked.
She gave her ol’ man a frown. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m pregnant. Your kid’s suckin’ the life out of me.”
Dawg bit back his laugh and shot Jewel a smile. “Hey, Jewelee.”
“Hey, Dawg.” She got up from the chair and moved around it to stand between Dawg and D’s former special ops guy. “How’s Emma?”
“Good. You?”
“Getting fat and cranky.” She glanced over at Mercy. “Hey, handsome. How’s it hanging?”
“A little to the left,” Mercy answered with a poker face. He glanced at Dawg. “See? She’d do me from the front.”
Diesel sank his bulk into his office chair with a grunt.
“The scar gives him character,” Jewel agreed with a wink. “I’m sure it’s only scary when he’s making his ‘I’m coming’ face.’” Then she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a big orgasmic cry while twisting her face up.
“Somethin’ you ain’t ever gonna see. Out,” Diesel barked at Jewel.
“Jesus. Good thing I love you, asshole.”
D swatted a hand in her direction as she walked out of the office.
“Woman,” he bellowed. Jewel paused and looked over her shoulder at him. He softened his voice. “Don’t leave the warehouse, got me?”
Her lips twitched and her eyes crinkled as she gave him a nod. Then shut the door behind her.
D stared at the closed door for a moment then grumbled, “Fuckin’ women.”
Dawg snorted. Diesel was crazy about Jewel. No matter how much he bitched about her or pretended she was a pain in his ass, he loved her to death. No fucking doubt about it. That man would do anything for the woman and though he wasn’t thrilled about her becoming pregnant, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill for her and his unborn kid.
And Dawg knew D worried constantly about her getting snatched again by the fucking Warriors. Especially now that she was pregnant and even more vulnerable.
No matter what, Dawg never wanted to see that happen. The huge man would lose his shit and go on a fucking rampage worse than Godzilla in a Japanese town.
However, the Warriors had been quiet ever since Dawg, D, Jag and Hawk, along with D’s crew went into their midst to extract Slade from the outlaw MC. But then, that day there had been a lot of carnage left behind. A clear message to the rest of those assholes that the Angels were done with their bullshit.
Even so, the nomad club was probably not done fucking with the DAMC. Dawg couldn’t imagine they ever would be. But he also had a feeling that the man with the scarred face leaning against the wall was on a mission. And that mission included exterminating every Warrior he and the rest of D’s “Shadows” came across in retribution for everything the fuckwads did to Kiki, Jazz and Jewel.
Payback was a black-hearted, son-of-a-bitch named Mercy.
“Trail went cold...” D started, and Dawg’s stomach sank.
“In Brunei,” Mercy finished.
Dawg’s gaze swung to the former Delta Force operator. “Where the fuck is Brunei?”