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“The witness noticed something about this Fat Boy, though. It had a demon riding a motorbike through the gates of hell painted on the gas tank. Now, there’s only one man in Detroit, probably even Michigan, who has that kind of elaborate artwork on his gas tank.”
La Croix. That motherfucker. “We leave.Now.”
Gunnar’s smile grew. “That’s not the best bit of news. We’ve found out where La Croix’s daughter, Alexis, has been hiding, and it’s been in plain fucking sight this whole time.”
I swore if Gunnar kept drip-feeding me this fucking information he was going to find himself staring down the barrel of my gun. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. “The address where you can find her.”
And with his words ringing in my ears, Gunnar turned, opened his bedroom door, and stepped inside. My blood was a furious thump through my veins, the darkest parts of my soul coming out to play. I had a plan. I could finally get the revenge I needed for my brother’s death.
Killing La Croix could only happen once, but if I went after his daughter first, inflicted so much pain that he was nothing but a shell after I was done with her, then La Croix would finally get what was coming to him.
As I leaned against the chain-link fence across the road from ELA Automotive, I wondered whether Gunnar’s source had made a fucking mistake. Bringing the hand-rolled to my mouth, I inhaled deeply, holding in the smoke until it burned my throat. This couldn’t be the right place, because if it was, Talon La Croix’s estranged daughter was my little voyeur.
Exhaling sharply, the smoke hovered in front of my face for a split second before being dragged away by the hot breeze. Sweat was beginning to bead on my brow and soak the back of my shirt. Beside me, Lucifer groaned. I flicked him an irritated glance. The mutt rolled his big brown eyes up at me, as if asking,What the hell are we doing out here?
The street was quiet with it being a Sunday and all, but even then, I wasn’t worried about someone getting jumpy and calling the cops to report me for loitering. Running my gaze over the building, I noticed the boarded-up window on the door still hadn’t been fixed. There was also some graffiti on the roller door that looked fresh.
My eyes were suddenly drawn up to the small bank of windows above the shop, where Alex peered through the gap. Our eyes locked. She didn’t seem surprised to find me standing outside her apartment. I took another drag from my cigarette before flicking the spent end on the ground. Blowing out the smoke on a steady exhale, I pushed off the fence and began to cross the street.
By the time I was standing in the office entryway, another smaller door opened off to the side. Alex stepped outside in a tank top and a pair of fucking bike shorts so short and tight that I could see the curve of her ass peeking out the bottom and the outline of her pussy in the front.
Fuck, this woman was made for sin, and I was the sinner she was going to damn for all eternity.
“Nick,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself and lifting her tits up higher in the process. She peered up at me with eyes the color of spring skies. “What are you doing here?”
Licking my lips, I said the words she needed to hear. “I needed to see you again. Can I come up?”
“Is that your dog?” she asked, gesturing across the street where Lucifer was tied to the chain-link fence.
Fuck. “Yeah. Don’t worry about him though.”
“You can’t leave your dog out there. Someone might take him.”
“Maybe someone should,” I mumbled to myself.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Stepping closer, I used my size to press her against the wall. Her body responded beautifully, becoming supple, molding to me. Her nipples pebbled against her shirt, and I bit back a groan. “Not wearing a bra, baby?”
“It’s my day off and underwires are fucking torture.”
I drifted a lazy finger across one hardened peak, watching her expression change from wariness to desire in a heartbeat. “Were you hoping I’d stop by?”
Bringing a shaking hand to her head, she ran it over her ponytail and let out a huff of a laugh. “Honestly, I didn’t think you would. I thought I was just a one-and-done fuck, you know? Don’t get me wrong,” she added quickly. “It was great, but I knew what it was.”
Only great?I’d have to change her assessment of our time together. “What did I tell you on Friday night?”
“You told me a lot of things.”
Running my hand across her hip, I let it drift between her legs and cupped her pussy. “I told you your cunt was mine. I meant that. I want it. Again. I want you to sit on my fucking face and rock your pussy against my lips until you come. I want you dripping down the back of my throat.”
She let out a slow breath, but I could see how affected she was by my words. “Seems a little one-sided.”
“You want to take care of my cock, baby?” I asked, taking her hand, letting her feel how hard I was. “Tell me what you would do?”
She hesitated a moment. “I—I don’t…”
Squeezing her hand tighter around my cock, I helped her along. “Would you get down on your knees for me? Would you look up at me with those big blue eyes of yours, part your pink lips and take me deep into the back of your throat? Would you gag for me? Choke yourself on my dick as I thrust deeper and deeper until you have no choice but to swallow?”
