Savage will have a field day with this. If I take the offer, he’ll never let me forget it. If I turn it down, he’ll never let me forget that either. He’s always on about how I never hook up at the club, even though he knows exactly why.
When I came back here, I thought I’d swoop in, save Valarie, and somehow, she’d be mine. That fantasy didn’t survive long. Not after I learned what she’s been mixed up in. Not after I saw the look in her eyes—like I’m the last person she wants around.
And the truth is, I can’t be with someone who deals in drugs, who’s willing to hurt people just to climb higher, to grab a little more power. That’s not a life I want to be involved in. And it sure as hell isn’t something I can stand beside.
“Well, then maybe I will come find you when I am finished.” I smirk, as she reaches me.
Her hand comes up, her nail trailing over my jaw. Her thumb traces my bottom lip, and if we were a real-life couple this wouldseem an intimate act, but I know that this chick knows how to play men.
“I really hope that you do, baby.” Leaning in she kisses my jaw, before leaving the room in one smooth motion.
Fuck me, my dick will hate me for letting her walk away. Running my hands through my hair, I take a few deep breaths; damn, she is good. I am not like the other men in the club who have fucked many partners— yeah, I have had a few over the years, but constant random fucking was never my thing.
I move to my next room and get that done. It takes me less than two hours to complete my part of the job. When I am done, I go looking for my brothers in the bar area of the property.
I find Target, sitting at the bar, a beer in hand.
“All done?” he asks when he sees me.
“Yeah. All done.”
A beer is placed on the bar for me with a wink from the bartender.
“Savage is almost done, then we are going to get food. I am wasting away here,” he jokes.
Before I can reply, Savage rolls into the room, looking all too pleased with himself.
“I am fucking starving after that. You boys ready?” He takes my beer from my hand and downs the whole thing in one gulp.
“Yes, of course I will share my beer with you, Savage. I mean, what are brothers for,” I smart off, making him throw his head back laughing.
He slings an arm over my shoulder, kissing my cheek.
“I knew that you loved me, Logie bear.”
“Get off me fucker.”
“Come on, you two, I saw a sports bar and grill on the way in. We can stop there for some food before we hit the road back. I am missing my woman.” Target adjusts his dick, as he looksover to the corner, seeing a man get his dick sucked by a woman dressed in a wedding dress.
“I fucking love freaking kinks.” Savage chuckles.
We head out; I assume that Target has already dealt with Madam G, as she is nowhere to be seen. We tuck everything back into the truck, and climb onto our bikes and head out, with the truck in tow.
Target guides us to the sports bar that he was talking about and we park in the small parking lot they supply. Storing away our helmets we walk in, the prospect tagging along, because we can’t have the man dying of starvation on us.
We find seats at the bar, where there are already a few men sitting, eating, and drinking. They ignore us, which I am more than happy with.
Picking up the menu, I scan the meals, settling on a cheeseburger with extra onion rings.
The bartender comes over and I groan once I see him. Oh, this poor boy will be Savage’s next victim. He is thin, with dark hair, and wearing some makeup, along with a silk shirt and I imagine tight pants.
“Well hello, boys. Welcome, can I get you some drinks?”
Savage’s head snaps up at the sugary sweet sound of his voice and his eyes dilate.
“Oh, great,” Target murmurs.
“Well, fuck me dead. Baby, you might be the man of my dreams.” The bartender leans his elbows on the bar, a saucy look on his face.