Page 59 of Devil’s Disciples

“We’ll be here when you get back.” I looked at Holly. “At least I will be.”

“I’ll be here,” Holly blurted. “Until we’re done.”

Baker flashed a smile. “Be right back.”

I assembled my best laser sharp glare and shot it at Holly.

She gave me an innocent look. “What?”

“Surprised you didn’t offer to show him your tits or something.”

“He looks a lot better in person than he did from your window,” she said dreamily. “I love his hair.”

“He’s. Off. Limits,” I said through my teeth.

“You said you were just--”

My face went hot as my temper flared. “Off limits. Off limits. He’s off. Fucking. Limits.”

Her gaze dropped to my feet. “Ohhh Kaaay.”

“I mean it,” I seethed.

“Okay.”

She fidgeted with my rolodex for a minute and then looked up. “Does he have any friends?”

I gave her a look. “Does he have any friends that would want to fuck you is the question.”

“That was rude.”

“I’m mad at you right now,” I snapped back.

“Why?”

“Really? You were drooling.”

“He’s cute.” She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. Off limits. He’s yours.”

“That’s right,” I said. “He’s mine.”

As the words came out of my mouth, it dawned on me what I’d said. It was a false claim. Baker wasn’t mine. Not at all.

Nor was I his.

I feared I wanted all of that to change.

23

Baker

Andy’s insistence that she stay in California only left me with one option: telling the club the truth. Telling the complete truth about how things happened with Andy seemed impossible. For me to say it, I had to believe it. Believing I allowed lust to lure me into fucking her still made no sense to me.

While gathered in the clubhouse in a heated discussion about what we planned to do, the air between Cash and I thickened with tension.

“There’s a big difference between killing a bitch on the street and murdering someone in a third-floor apartment next door.” I looked at each of the men. “People get away with random killings all the time. No one gets away with murder.”

“As a matter of California law,” Tito said. “They’re both murder.”