still got a problem I gotta sort out.
She should go home.
But I can’t let her do that.
Not yet.
And I know I’m in the kinda trouble I ain’t ever been in before…
Chapter Ten
Izzi
I close my eyes and let the cool water rain down over my naked body. I’m washing him off my skin even though I don’t want to. But the guilt I feel every time he touches me is something I still can’t control. While he’s fucking me, like I’m some no-good whore, because that’s all I am to him; while he’s fucking me I get off on that in a way that both excites and disgusts me. But there’s an irrational part of me that still feels like I’m betraying Aiden. He’s been dead little over a year. I’m supposed to be here to avenge his and my father’s murders. Getting involved with a dangerous biker wasn’t supposed to happen, and I curse Sam for sending me to him.
Switching off the shower I close my eyes again and rest my forehead against the glass screen, breathing in deep. I really don’t know what I’m getting into here, but at the same time I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m not the girl I used to be. I’ll never be her again, she’s gone. But the person I’ve become, she’s taking some getting used to. Yet, when I’m with Mack, it’s like she’s always been there. Around him I feel invincible. So I need him. For a hundred different reasons I need Mack Slayer. Or maybe I’m just kidding myself, making up excuses because I don’t want to face up to what’s really happening.
I step out of the shower and look at my reflection in the mirror, running a finger down over the rose vine tattoo that stretches from the side of my right breast down to my thigh. Another mark on my skin that’s helping to permanently brand me as somebody else, somebody new, because, without Aiden I don’t want to be that girl I’d used to be, not anymore. Not without him. He’d been my life, and the night he died my life ended, too. I needed to start a new one, and I have. I will. Once those bastards are dead.
I let my fingertips linger over my breasts as I continue to stare at my reflection, and I shiver as I remember Mack’s touch. I’d been in control there in that room. Me. Not him. The women are always in control, men like Mack just don’t see that, or they refuse to acknowledge it. It was me who made his cock hard, me who made him come like a horny teenager. That was all on me. And I’m going to continue to do that, for as long as I can, because the more I control him with all the dirty, twisted sex he wants the weaker he becomes. He’ll take his eye off the ball eventually, because I know what he’s doing. He knows I’m not really going back home, he isn’t stupid. I was naïve to think, even for a second, that he might believe my lies. He’s given me a job at Laney’s so he can watch me, keep an eye on me; make sure I don’t do anything rash. He knows I’m still after Viper’s crew. But he’ll take his eye off the ball. Eventually. I’ll make sure of that. And when he does, I need to make sure I’m ready to strike.
My new plan is already in place.
And Mack doesn’t know the half of it…
Mack
I look at my brothers as we sit around the table. I called church tonight for an update. And what I’m hearing gives me every reason to smile. I can trust these guys with my life, I know that. We’re moving up now, this partnership with Viper’s crew is making us the kinda money we ain’t seen in a long time, and that’s easing problems we could ill afford to have. We’ve paid off debts, got people off our backs that make Viper’s crew look like pussycats. We can truly sleep well at night. Or I could, if I didn’t still have that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach – because of Izzi, and what she might or might not be planning to do.
Izzi. I still don’t know her last name, and I still don’t care. Izzi. The girl with the perfect tits and warm pussy. I went back for
She should go home.
But I can’t let her do that.
Not yet.
And I know I’m in the kinda trouble I ain’t ever been in before…
Chapter Ten
Izzi
I close my eyes and let the cool water rain down over my naked body. I’m washing him off my skin even though I don’t want to. But the guilt I feel every time he touches me is something I still can’t control. While he’s fucking me, like I’m some no-good whore, because that’s all I am to him; while he’s fucking me I get off on that in a way that both excites and disgusts me. But there’s an irrational part of me that still feels like I’m betraying Aiden. He’s been dead little over a year. I’m supposed to be here to avenge his and my father’s murders. Getting involved with a dangerous biker wasn’t supposed to happen, and I curse Sam for sending me to him.
Switching off the shower I close my eyes again and rest my forehead against the glass screen, breathing in deep. I really don’t know what I’m getting into here, but at the same time I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m not the girl I used to be. I’ll never be her again, she’s gone. But the person I’ve become, she’s taking some getting used to. Yet, when I’m with Mack, it’s like she’s always been there. Around him I feel invincible. So I need him. For a hundred different reasons I need Mack Slayer. Or maybe I’m just kidding myself, making up excuses because I don’t want to face up to what’s really happening.
I step out of the shower and look at my reflection in the mirror, running a finger down over the rose vine tattoo that stretches from the side of my right breast down to my thigh. Another mark on my skin that’s helping to permanently brand me as somebody else, somebody new, because, without Aiden I don’t want to be that girl I’d used to be, not anymore. Not without him. He’d been my life, and the night he died my life ended, too. I needed to start a new one, and I have. I will. Once those bastards are dead.
I let my fingertips linger over my breasts as I continue to stare at my reflection, and I shiver as I remember Mack’s touch. I’d been in control there in that room. Me. Not him. The women are always in control, men like Mack just don’t see that, or they refuse to acknowledge it. It was me who made his cock hard, me who made him come like a horny teenager. That was all on me. And I’m going to continue to do that, for as long as I can, because the more I control him with all the dirty, twisted sex he wants the weaker he becomes. He’ll take his eye off the ball eventually, because I know what he’s doing. He knows I’m not really going back home, he isn’t stupid. I was naïve to think, even for a second, that he might believe my lies. He’s given me a job at Laney’s so he can watch me, keep an eye on me; make sure I don’t do anything rash. He knows I’m still after Viper’s crew. But he’ll take his eye off the ball. Eventually. I’ll make sure of that. And when he does, I need to make sure I’m ready to strike.
My new plan is already in place.
And Mack doesn’t know the half of it…
Mack
I look at my brothers as we sit around the table. I called church tonight for an update. And what I’m hearing gives me every reason to smile. I can trust these guys with my life, I know that. We’re moving up now, this partnership with Viper’s crew is making us the kinda money we ain’t seen in a long time, and that’s easing problems we could ill afford to have. We’ve paid off debts, got people off our backs that make Viper’s crew look like pussycats. We can truly sleep well at night. Or I could, if I didn’t still have that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach – because of Izzi, and what she might or might not be planning to do.
Izzi. I still don’t know her last name, and I still don’t care. Izzi. The girl with the perfect tits and warm pussy. I went back for
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