Page 121 of Depraved

She cleared her throat then sauntered to Onyx, getting on behind him.

With a subtle nod, I thanked my little brother for saving my ass from a very uncomfortable situation. I hated riding with chicks. In fact, no woman had ever had the honor of holding me tight while feeling the power of my Harley between their legs. To me, it was more intimate than fucking. A man’s ride was sacred, and you didn’t invite just anyone along. At least I didn’t. Onyx, on the other hand, really didn’t give a fuck.

He grinned and winked at me, knowing all too well I owed him a fucking favor. Trick joined Dutch, and our wheels hit the asphalt with a loud roar of engines. There was nothing like the rumble of pistons firing, the thunderous sound echoing through the dead of night. It was my favorite time to ride, when the roads were empty, with no other sound than the powerful engine I controlled.

A half hour later, we pulled up the driveway of the safe house, parking our motorcycles at the back.

Tanit got off while Onyx cut the engine, turning toward the house. “Is this ours?”

I didn’t like her use of the word “ours.” It felt wrong.

“Yeah. It belongs to the club.” It was a subtle way of letting her know there was no “ours” in this equation.

Her eyes met mine, her fake lashes so long I could see them through the darkness of early morning.

I cleared my throat and turned to Dutch. “Help the girls settle in.”

He nodded and went inside. Trick followed, but Tanit hesitated, keeping her eyes on me. I’d seen that look far more times than I’d care to admit. It was the same look she’d give me while on her knees, eyes tearing up while her mouth was stuffed with my dick. Funny how that thought no longer appealed to me…at all.

“Go inside, Tanit,” I ordered, not wanting the moment to stretch to the point where it would become uncomfortable.

The heels of her boots clicked as she walked up the porch and into the house.

“Yup, she’d still suck your dick, man.”

I scowled at Onyx. “Shut up.”

“Just sayin’. That woman is like a bitch in heat around you.” He shot me a cocky grin. “Better sleep with one eye open, or you might wake up with the wrong pussy in your bed.”

I shoved him with my shoulder. “Shut the fuck up.”

Fucker was clearly having fun at my expense.

He stepped inside the house, and I took a deep breath while rolling the aches out of my shoulders. Things could have ended differently for Tanit tonight. She could have ended up looking like Neon, or worse—if that was even possible. But, thank God, she didn’t. This club wouldn’t have been able to handle another goddamn crucifixion.

After walking inside, I took the stairs down to the basement. Dutch would have Trick and Tanit down there as well. Now that the Pythons knew about Tanit, having her on their radar, we couldn’t chance it. Hiding the girls was our only option.

Ink approached me when I took the last stair. “One would think it’s the goddamn end of the world with everyone we’re hiding down here.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t have a choice. I’m not risking any of the girls. Especially after—” I bit my tongue.

Ink roughed his hand through his hair. “I know, man. It’s just crazy that we need to keep them down here like fucking cattle.”

“We need to end this war as soon as fucking possible.”

“And how the fuck do we do that? You know I love slicing Python throats, but you and I”—he gestured between us—“we can’t do this on our own. The more we kill, the more Slither recruits. This could go on for-fucking-ever.”

My phone vibrated, and I pulled it out of my jeans pocket, wondering who the fuck was calling me at this hour.

“Jesus Christ.”

Ink frowned. “Who is it.”

“It’s the goddamn PC.”

“Shit.”

I pulled my hand down my beard, staring at my phone screen. “I can’t deal with this right now.”