onto the curved edge of the tub as the heat soaked into me. While I didn’t want to admit it, my sore lower back needed it, along with a myriad of other small aches and pains. I’ve lived a rough life that hasn’t always been good to my body and the older I get, the more I pay for it.
Sarah proceeded to wash both me and my hair before she gave me one hell of a hand job. I wanted to return the favor but she got all weird again about her pretty pussy showing any signs of use.
Women.
As I threw myself on the bed, the chains on the posts jingled. “What time’s your appointment?”
“Two, but I have a bunch of stuff to do first.”
I reached out and yanked her down onto the bed with me. “It’s barely seven a.m. Come back to bed with me.”
She yawned, hugely, and I knew I wouldn’t have to fight her too hard. “Okay, but just for a little bit. I’m still tired even though I slept eight hours.”
After getting us both beneath the soft red comforter, I hauled her body next to my sated one and kissed her smooth shoulder. “Love you, baby. So fuckin’ much.”
She tensed for a long moment, but I waited her out, knowing those words were still so hard for her to say. Some part of her feared the power those words would give me over her, and I could only wait as patiently as I could while she battled her inner demons.
This time the silence only lasted eight seconds before she whispered, “I love you too, Carlos.”
Hugging her tight, I showered kisses on her warm face. “I know you do, baby. I know.”
Later that night, I attended a meeting where I went through what would happen on the run one more time with my some of my top men and a few civilians. Smoke ran a security company partially owned by the private corporation the club used for its legit business dealings, and he had some men and women on his staff who were scary good at what they did. Good enough that they were being included in this high-stakes run without wearing patches on their backs. We were at my house in what Sarah liked to call my war room, a massive space I’d planned out for myself in the basement, right next to the panic room Smoke’s company had put in here for us, one of five in the house.
What can I say? I’m a little paranoid about Sarah’s safety.
The thought of my woman momentarily distracted me from looking at the hologram in the center of the table, a detailed map of how the run was going to work, our backups, and our backup’s backups. This entire thing had to run as smooth as butter, and if it did, it would cement Iron Horse as the go-to club for runs in the US Southwest. Shit, we might even get some of Mike’s business. So far we’d managed to avoid crossing paths in a professional context, but I knew it was only a matter of time until I started moving some of his guns.
My gaze focused in on the moving red dot that represented the transport and my pulse sped.
Missiles.
Cutting-edge weapons.
And a bunch of massive vials of some kind of silver liquid.
And a dozen saplings.
Those vials, which resembled titanium pills the size of fifty-gallon drums, were added on by the Israelis last minute, and they’d demanded an additional layer of protection. They wanted Poppy to ride with the trees. I have no idea why they wanted this, but they were adamant and swore she would be protected and returned safely to her home a much richer woman. Without a doubt, I felt guilty as hell for involving Poppy in this run, but true to form, once I’d mentioned it to her, she’d agreed without hesitation. When I’d asked her why she was okay with it, she’d merely shrugged and said, “Curiosity.”
The large black leather chair creaked beneath me as I leaned back and willed my body to relax. Walking around in a constant state of readiness was going to grind my nerves into dust, and I couldn’t afford that. Nine to ten hours from now, those trucks would be rolling into our warehouse, passed off to us from a group I was assured was
Sarah proceeded to wash both me and my hair before she gave me one hell of a hand job. I wanted to return the favor but she got all weird again about her pretty pussy showing any signs of use.
Women.
As I threw myself on the bed, the chains on the posts jingled. “What time’s your appointment?”
“Two, but I have a bunch of stuff to do first.”
I reached out and yanked her down onto the bed with me. “It’s barely seven a.m. Come back to bed with me.”
She yawned, hugely, and I knew I wouldn’t have to fight her too hard. “Okay, but just for a little bit. I’m still tired even though I slept eight hours.”
After getting us both beneath the soft red comforter, I hauled her body next to my sated one and kissed her smooth shoulder. “Love you, baby. So fuckin’ much.”
She tensed for a long moment, but I waited her out, knowing those words were still so hard for her to say. Some part of her feared the power those words would give me over her, and I could only wait as patiently as I could while she battled her inner demons.
This time the silence only lasted eight seconds before she whispered, “I love you too, Carlos.”
Hugging her tight, I showered kisses on her warm face. “I know you do, baby. I know.”
Later that night, I attended a meeting where I went through what would happen on the run one more time with my some of my top men and a few civilians. Smoke ran a security company partially owned by the private corporation the club used for its legit business dealings, and he had some men and women on his staff who were scary good at what they did. Good enough that they were being included in this high-stakes run without wearing patches on their backs. We were at my house in what Sarah liked to call my war room, a massive space I’d planned out for myself in the basement, right next to the panic room Smoke’s company had put in here for us, one of five in the house.
What can I say? I’m a little paranoid about Sarah’s safety.
The thought of my woman momentarily distracted me from looking at the hologram in the center of the table, a detailed map of how the run was going to work, our backups, and our backup’s backups. This entire thing had to run as smooth as butter, and if it did, it would cement Iron Horse as the go-to club for runs in the US Southwest. Shit, we might even get some of Mike’s business. So far we’d managed to avoid crossing paths in a professional context, but I knew it was only a matter of time until I started moving some of his guns.
My gaze focused in on the moving red dot that represented the transport and my pulse sped.
Missiles.
Cutting-edge weapons.
And a bunch of massive vials of some kind of silver liquid.
And a dozen saplings.
Those vials, which resembled titanium pills the size of fifty-gallon drums, were added on by the Israelis last minute, and they’d demanded an additional layer of protection. They wanted Poppy to ride with the trees. I have no idea why they wanted this, but they were adamant and swore she would be protected and returned safely to her home a much richer woman. Without a doubt, I felt guilty as hell for involving Poppy in this run, but true to form, once I’d mentioned it to her, she’d agreed without hesitation. When I’d asked her why she was okay with it, she’d merely shrugged and said, “Curiosity.”
The large black leather chair creaked beneath me as I leaned back and willed my body to relax. Walking around in a constant state of readiness was going to grind my nerves into dust, and I couldn’t afford that. Nine to ten hours from now, those trucks would be rolling into our warehouse, passed off to us from a group I was assured was
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