Page 36 of Smoke

“Fucking hell, woman.” I slap her ass before I roll her back over.

“Spit on me, Omen.”

I roll my tongue up the length of her first, then unleash a wad so hard and fast it makes her flinch. “You have no idea the things I’m going to fucking do to you.”

Her cheeks flush and it quickly spreads down to her chest turning her skin a shade of red that matches her swollen nipples. “Just don’t ever be nice to me, Om. I don’t deserve it.”

I caress her thighs. I suddenly realize that she’s got more fucking issues than me, Scar, and Hawk put together. That nothing I’ve ever said to her could be meaner than the things she tells herself. “We’re gonna have to fix some shit, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I got you now.”

A tiny flicker of anger sparks in her eyes. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t feel sorry for me.”

I squeeze her chin until she winces. “I don’t. You’re still white fucking trash. You still piss me the fuck off. But you’re mine to treat like trash. My slut to be mean to. But you don’t get to be mean to yourself.”

She smirks up at me. “Are you falling in love with me, Omen?”

“Shhh. Shut the fuck up and get some sleep for real now, Cherry.” I untie her wrists and tuck her into my side. “Me and love… we don’t like each other. Just be my pretty little slut for now, okay?”

She nods against my chest. “Whatever you say, killer.”

I close my eyes but I can still see her face as I drift off to sleep.

I set a cup of coffee and a tub of tattoo ointment down on the table in front of her. “For your hangover and for your wrists.”

Still clad in my T-shirt, she tugs at the hem, clinging to it like a security blanket. “So why all the drama last night?”

I lift an eyebrow at her, puzzled. “For real? I’m the drama? Honey, you drank a fifth of tequila, slapped me, and spit in my face twice. I tied you up so you wouldn’t stab me to death in my sleep.”

She sighs, a knowing look in her eyes. “Fine, but you didn’t have to get me naked.”

I can’t fight the smirk that stretches the corners of my lips. “You’re right. I didn’t have to make you cum three times either. That part was just to piss you off.”

A sweep of rouge crawls up her neck. By the time it reaches her cheeks she’s biting her lip and fidgeting with the lid on the ointment tub. “So does that mean we have a truce?”

I fight back the urge to laugh only so she doesn’t think I’m laughing at her, and grab the tub out of her hands. I twist off the lid without any effort and set it back down. She reaches for it but I swipe it away. I dig out a chunk of the jelly-like substance and grab her wrist.

“Sweetheart, I had my cock inside you for most of the night…” I massage the ointment into her wrist. “I’d say we have a little more than a truce.”

“But you still don’t trust me. You’re still side-eyeing me.” She winces slightly when I rub her other wrist. I must have tied that one up tighter.

I sigh. “I don’t trust anyone. Ask Hawk and Scar. It’s nothing personal. Where I come from… you just always gotta keep your guard up.”

“That must get lonely. I don’t trust very many people either though. So I get it. But… um… maybe we can both work on that with each other.” She bites her lip again. This woman is feisty and sassy as hell most of the time, and yet I make her nervous. And it’s fucking adorable. I hate that I find that attractive, but I do. Knowing that I’m the man that she gets shy around really fucking turns me on.

I finish massaging her wrists but don’t let go of them. “Yeah, maybe.” Or we’ll fuck each other up for good and ruin everything.

“Cherry is going to lose her shit.” Scarrow and I stand in front of Level Up, assessing the damage. Broken glass litters the entire front row of the parking lot.

He rubs the top of his head. “Fuck. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have sent him that video of her going down on me.”

“We need to find this fucker. And then we need to kill him.” I know she has insurance and that everything will get fixed, I’ll fucking make sure of it, but this is still a shock to see. She’s going to be so upset… Fuck.

We got three of our guys inside already cleaning up and a couple more on the way. The sooner she’s back in business, the softer the blow.

Scarrow nods. “I called in Junior and Nuds for overnight security. But with the attacks on the warehouse and the trucks, we can’t really spare anyone else.”

“I think there’s two different things going on here. Kane fucked with the warehouse and he definitely did this. But other hits are coming from up north. The Lavender Heights crew has been trying to encroach upon our territory for years.” I’ve always kept my business neat and tidy. And never messed with anyone else’s. I’ve always felt there’s plenty to go around. But Canyon Reyes is a greedy son of a bitch. He’s always wanted our piece of the pie.

Scarrow flexes his jaw, the wheels in his head spinning. He’s got as much intelligence as he does strength which is intimidating and surprising to most people. If anyone can come up with a plan, it’s him. “If he wants a war, he’ll get one. We might be short staffed right now, but I’ll pull in guys from Morgan County if I have to. Those fuckers are hard to manage but deadly as fuck.”