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Getting involved with her right now would mean he’d be thrust into the whole situation, and she didn’t want him involved with the Cardonas.
She went inside after saying goodnight and thanking Frankie again. Butters closed the door. She breathed out as her emotions rose to the surface again. The pot had made her slightly mellow, but the reality of what was going on was too overwhelming.
She went into her bedroom and leaned against the doorframe, staring at Nate. She’d given him her room for obvious reasons. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to get much, if any, sleep tonight.
When Nate wasn’t out all night gambling or getting into some fucked up trouble or crashing at the places of the few friends he had, he stayed on her couch. They were it for each other, and as strong as she tried to make herself out to be, Butters was weak when it came to her brother.
Maybe most people would have cut ties, kicked him to the curb and been done with it. But when the only thing in her life was her brother, how could she just discard him? He had problems, but she wouldn’t leave him to the proverbial wolves.
Turning from him and shutting the door, she made her way into the living room and sat on the shitty, tattered, and old as hell couch. She grabbed the napkin out of her pocket, looked at the number for long seconds, and then picked up her cell.
Her heart was beating rapidly, and her palms were sweating. All of that had nothing to do with the fact her and her brother’s lives were in danger or that Nate had just gotten the shit kicked out of him.
Sure, she was nervous and afraid for all those reasons, but right now, as she held that napkin, her hand shaking, her throat feeling tight, all she could think about was how she was really going to call up Mayhem and offer him the one thing he’d been after. Of course, Butters didn’t know why he had this fixation on her, or why he was willing to give her so much money just to fuck her.
It seemed a little unbelievable, but in this world and the life she led, Butters had come across, on more than one occasion, that things didn’t always make sense. Sometimes, people were just crazy enough to do fucked up things, herself included. Right now was one of those times.
Looking over her shoulder at her closed bedroom door, she took a deep breath and faced forward again. After dialing the number that was scrawled in front of her, she put her cell phone to her ear and listened as it rang only twice.
“Yeah?” the deep voice said on the other end. She instantly knew it was Mayhem. She had his scratchy, gravelly voice engrained in her brain.
“I’m ready to talk about what you want.” She didn’t know what else to say, but she swore she could feel his grin through the receiver and knew that she had, in fact, just sold herself to the devil.
Chapter
Five
Mayhem hadn’t gone far after he left the bar. He’d rented a motel room for the night, knowing Butters would call him. Desperation made people do some crazy shit, himself included.
He could admit he was obsessed with her, could even admit that coming here, watching her at the bar, and thinking about her while he fucking jerked off was straight up stalkerish behavior. He wasn’t some sociopath, didn’t get kicks out of fucking with people and their emotions. In fact, Mayhem was to the point and didn’t play games.
He was too old for drama, had lived a hard enough life that trying to pussyfoot around what he wanted was not something he did.
He was sitting on a small chair by the window, one of his guns on the table, his leg kicked out, and his cock hard. Truth was, he’d been planning on rubbing one off while thinking about Butters turning him down, but then she’d called. Hell, he could jerk off just hearing her voice. It had that smoky quality to it, that seductress tone that had his balls drawing up tight.
“You’re ready to talk?” he asked, pulling the curtain aside and seeing his Harley parked in front of the room.
This was the closest motel to the bar Butters worked at, and although he had no business staying here, could have headed back to the club and waited for her call there, he knew that her life was too fucked up right now for her to hold off on calling him.
“Yeah.” Her voice was tight.
“What made you change your mind, aside from the obviousness that you need the money?”
“Does it matter? I’m calling you, and we’re both getting what we want.”
He could agree with that, but Mayhem was the type of guy who liked shit up front. “I like to know what I’m in with.” He let the curtain fall back in place and leaned back on the chair he was in.
