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I pinned my shoulders back and held Drake’s eyes as I said, “I’ll collect my things and be out of your way before noon.”
He didn’t seem to hear me because before I could finish he cut me off.
“You,” he roared with fury. He pointed at the tall, lanky girl I threatened. “We don’t need your kind around here. Get your shit and leave.”
CHAPTERFOUR
DRAKE
Christ, Januari was looking up at me with those big, bright, blue eyes like I was her friggin’ savior or something.
That didn’t surprise me, though—I’d saved a lot of women from being beaten or killed in my time. The world could be ugly, but if I could keep a few stains off my soul by saving another I would.
What surprised me was how it made me feel with her gaze locked on me like I could fucking walk on water.
I tore my eyes from hers and glared at the woman just ordered to leave the club. “What are you waiting for? Do you not understand the direct order? There’s no room for hate here. Our Venom is not for family. It’s for those who are dead set on hurting others. Don’t make me bite.”
Tears raged down the girl’s face as she ran out like she’d just been disqualified from a beauty pageant. A few of the girls laughed but mostly they were sober. And Januari… her eyes were alive, yet her expression muted of any humor. She felt sorry for the girl and hell, I didn’t want to send her packing, but there’s no room for mean-spirited people at my side.
My phone rang, and I took a minute to answer.
“Make it quick. I’m in the middle of handling something.” I hold Januari’s gaze.
“Yeah, aren’t we all,moy brat. I need a favor later on. I don’t have the time of their arrival yet, just need to know if you can help me with some client’s coming in that need to be transported to a safe locale.”
“Moy brat. You Russian motherfucker. Long time, Ares, my brother. Count me in. Call when you’re ready.”
Clients and transport meant guns needing safe transport to an undisclosed location for offloading. It was what we did.
As I spoke with Ares, Januari never let her gaze fall from mine.
My chest tightened as my balls throbbed with the need to release every drop of cum into her as I claimed her body and soul. Fuck, that was a fast reaction to a woman I’d only spoken to twice, but there it was. I loved a woman who could meet me halfway. She’s not shy, but she’s not pushy either. Would she easily fall into my arms and my bed?
An insatiable urge to know what her mouth felt like on mine and how her tight little pussy would grip me took over. Would she moan as she took my seed or demand I used a condom?
Truth be told, it didn’t matter much, I just needed it to be her.
Fuck, she shouldn’t be looking at me like that. No one should.
I twisted away and walked back out. The front door of the club slammed as the young woman made her dramatic exit.
“What the fuck was that?” Midnight asked as he entered the compound and headed for the bar.
“Drama queen who didn’t like being kicked out. Sent her packin’.”
My friend nodded as he poured a whiskey sour. “Good. Last thing we need are chicks like that, fighting over dick and chores.”
I grunted, my mind half on the conversation. I wanted to turn back around and grab Januari and throw her out next. Not because I thought she’d make trouble but because I didn’t want her to have anybody’s cock but mine. I could put her up at the penthouse overtop of our nightclub. But that would mean I couldn’t be with her as much as I wanted. Not and perform all the duties that come with my position with the Venom crew.
On the flip side, keeping her also meant giving her a life of danger.
Screw that, I didn’t want her to have the kind of life she’d find within these four walls. Which begged the question, why was she even here to begin with?
Damn, I was setting myself up for a shit-storm. I could order her to my bed right now, fuck her all day and night. But I had a feeling that wouldn’t be enough. I needed to see her round with my child more than I needed air to breathe. It felt like this gripping need to claim her as mine that I couldn’t shake.
Her bright eyes loomed in my mind’s eye. And in the end, what? Knock her up and what? What kind of life would I be able to give her? I could be dead next week and that would leave her in a deeper, more dangerous predicament. The target on her back would never go away. Not with all the enemies we have out there.
Shit, I was standing here worrying about a woman—barely legal as far as I could tell. Her body was enticing as hell, and I knew once I slipped into her tight channel that I’d be worthless for hours until I satisfied myself. If I ever found that level of satisfaction, that is. I doubt it. I’d taste her and never have my fill. Januari is the kind of woman a man touches once and is hooked for life. I know for a fact that once I got a taste of her angelic body I would be addicted.
