Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Shit, baby,” Dutch whispered.
She looked to the pizza and grabbed another slice, saying, “And now Dad’s mad at me because I admitted I knew there was a problem and I didn’t let him in on it.”
Uh…
No.
“Fuck that, Georgiana,” Dutch clipped.
She again gave him her eyes. “I know. He’s just worried. He’ll get over it.”
“The last time you ate her shit happened this morning, baby,” he warned her.
“Okay, Dutch, but what if her financial situation involves owing money to a dealer?”
Dutch drew in breath through his nose.
The reason why dope was zero tolerated by Chaos was not solely because that shit was fucked up and they wanted no part of it.
It started back when Tack’s sister overdosed.
The Club dealt.
His sister dead, Tack went on a mission and he recruited brothers to that mission, and this mission was to get that shit, and all the other, out of the lives of Chaos.
The final battle sparked when Tabby’s best friend, who was a junkie, got in over her head and the Club intervened to get her out of a very bad situation.
Carlyle, they were on board.
Carolyn, they would let swing.
And not just because of the dope.
Because she’d played a brother.
Even knowing this, Dutch offered, “You want me to ask around, darlin’?”
“I don’t want you eating shit because of this either,” she mumbled irately, and took a bite of pizza.
“And I don’t want you worried,” he returned.
She chewed, swallowed and refocused on him.
“I’m going to have a conversation and share this with her. Share that this is what she’s saddling me with. Mother with. Dad with. This gnawing worry. And I’m going to tell her this one time, I’ll intervene with Mother, Dad, and pitch in myself if she promises to get her shit straight. But if she can’t, we’re done. At least I am. I’ll be out. For good. I can’t let this infect my life like that. Of course, there is no way I can just switch off the love and worry I have for my sister. But she doesn’t need to know that.”
“That’s a very mature response,” he told her.
“It’s big words,” she replied. “I’m totally going to go back on it.”
Dutch started laughing and hooked her with an arm to pull her to him.
He could finish eating with her tucked close.
So could she.
“So…Carolyn down,” she put a line under it, sharing succinctly she was done talking about her sister. “What do you have?”
He ran down what Rush told him.
When he was done, she asked, “Do you think we should hand this over to the police? Because, Dutch, pictures Chaos or Nightingale Investigations takes are not admissible.”
“We just want Carlyle to identify his father’s killer. The cops can deal with black market shit. That isn’t the mission here. The mission is justice for Khalon Stephens. The end.”
She nodded.
“So we get a picture, and hope to God a name, of the man Carlyle saw that night, then the cops can run with it,” he finished.
“Okay,” she said, then took another bite.
“Sorry about our date,” he said before taking his own bite.
“I don’t know if you noticed this, but we’re kinda on the longest, most drawn-out date in history,” she remarked. “Though, it’d be nice for part of it to be at a fancy restaurant, because if you liked the black dress, you’re really gonna like the dress I picked for our date.”
He pulled her closer and dipped his head her way. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” she whispered, that got-your-cock look catching the attention of his cock.
He tossed his half-eaten slice in the box and wrapped his other arm around her.
She followed suit and her arms were around his neck.
They made out and it was righteous, not only because he fucking loved kissing Georgie, but because nothing interrupted it.
However, eventually, Dutch did.
For Georgie.
He pulled away, murmuring, “Finish pizza. Beer. Then I need to give my girl some shut-eye.”
“Are you serious?”
At her tone, and the look on her face, he’d been serious, now he wasn’t sure.
“Babe, you’re dead on your feet.”
“I thought we were gonna get busy tonight.”
He grinned at her. “We were. But you’re wiped. I’m wiped. Today was full of a lot of everyone else’s shit, and the first time I’m inside you, I want it all about us.”
“Okay, I can be down with that. So payback-for-this-morning blowjob.”
Dutch blinked.
His dick jumped.
And his mouth said, “What?”
“Though, caveat, if you’re feeling the need to return the favor in any way you might wish to do that, I’m open. You can be stingy with taking your orgasms. I’m all in whenever you feel like doling one out.”
It took a beat.
And then Dutch busted out laughing.
When he was done, he realized Georgie had not joined him.
He knew why when she asked, “Do I get to go down on you?”
He hauled her tighter to his frame, and with no humor whatsoever, he growled, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”