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Story: Devil's Lair
“Fuck. Want me to handle her?”
“No, I already made contact. I’ll handle it. You might want to let the Prez and others know. In case shit gets hot. Tell them the basics, nothing of what you and I know.She’s staying at The Willow Hotel. I’ll text you her plates too. Put a man on her detail. I don’t want the Cartel grabbing this one on their own. They can’t come into our territory and take what they want. If they ask—this one they can’t sell.”
“You keeping one just like I did?”
“No, one’s gonna touch her but me,” I growled at my VP already feeling all territorial and shit.
“I hear you, brother. But we might have a problem. If you and I take the girls The Cartel wants to sell— we eating into their profits.”
“I might still let them sell her. I haven’t decided. Until then, she’s mine. Understood?” I slammed the door to my SUV as I got out. My free hand already fisted as I stalked toward the diner where she was sitting inside. I didn’t even know this little chit’s name and she was under my skin like a pricker that needed to be pulled out.
The bell above the door jangled loudly as I entered. My beard hid my smirk as forks canned to their plates. Chatter turned into hushed tones. The Devil’s Inferno MC were bad motherfuckers, myself included. We were feared more than respected and if anyone so much as had the misfortune to land on our radar… them and their whole family were considered good as dead. Even their pets if they really pissed us off.
“Bane, sit wherever you like.”
I nodded at Carla, the waitress. Everyone in this small town knew everyone. The locals knew better than to snitch. They kept their heads down and stayed our of the wars and bargaining between the Cartels, dirty politicians, and our MC.
My heavy boots thudded on the old floor as I walked straight toward her booth. Her eyes widened. He little pink tonguehastily licked her lips. My dick stirred at the sight, imagined that tongue swiping the huge head of my cock.
The club skanks and local girls… I’d been there and done all that. They were low rent whores who fucked anyone with a leather cut and tats.
None were fresh.
Like her.
The women we sold I’d barley glanced at. So what was with this tiny brunette with dust on her skin? I was about to find out.
I took a seat across from her and picked up a menu without uttering a one word.
“You,” she squeaked.
‘That’s right, baby,” I winked, lowering the menu from my face.
She sucked in a breath. ”What are you doing?”
I stole a French fry off her plate, popped it in my mouth and winked. “Having dinner. Eat. You are too skinny.” I picked up another fry swirled it into the ketchup on her plate and brought it to her mouthy as it opened in protest.
“Yum? Right?”
What the fuck? Did I just say Yum? What was this girl doing to me? Collect yourself Bane. You’re a fucking enforcer!
Carla practically sprinted over, quickly jotting my order down on her notepad. “I’ll put that right in for ya’, Bane.” I grunted my response not even making eye contact.
My little lady’s face was pale when I finally met her gaze. Bane…?” She was obviously fishing for my last name. But I wasn’t about to give it. I leveled my gaze on her until her lips trembled.
My eyes are ice blue. If you chiseled out shards of an Arctic glacier… they’d be a perfect cold match. I ice people out, terrify others with my cold-hard gaze. This little bit would be no exception.
“I think I’d rather eat alone… if you don’t mind.” She gestured for me to leave the booth. I pretended not to hear her as my burner cell dinged with an incoming text from Ezra.
EZ: The sister’s container is still in port. WDYWTD?
Keep eyes on the cargo. Any chance we can renegotiate with them?
Not unless we do a swap out. My father is gonna be pissed. He doesn’t know we are aware of the pussy trade right under his nose.
I have plan. Meet at our spot at 11 tonight.
I grunted at her displeased face. She moved to slide out of the booth while I set the cell down. My hands snared her tiny wrists; capturing the little bird trying to fly away.
“No, I already made contact. I’ll handle it. You might want to let the Prez and others know. In case shit gets hot. Tell them the basics, nothing of what you and I know.She’s staying at The Willow Hotel. I’ll text you her plates too. Put a man on her detail. I don’t want the Cartel grabbing this one on their own. They can’t come into our territory and take what they want. If they ask—this one they can’t sell.”
“You keeping one just like I did?”
“No, one’s gonna touch her but me,” I growled at my VP already feeling all territorial and shit.
“I hear you, brother. But we might have a problem. If you and I take the girls The Cartel wants to sell— we eating into their profits.”
“I might still let them sell her. I haven’t decided. Until then, she’s mine. Understood?” I slammed the door to my SUV as I got out. My free hand already fisted as I stalked toward the diner where she was sitting inside. I didn’t even know this little chit’s name and she was under my skin like a pricker that needed to be pulled out.
The bell above the door jangled loudly as I entered. My beard hid my smirk as forks canned to their plates. Chatter turned into hushed tones. The Devil’s Inferno MC were bad motherfuckers, myself included. We were feared more than respected and if anyone so much as had the misfortune to land on our radar… them and their whole family were considered good as dead. Even their pets if they really pissed us off.
“Bane, sit wherever you like.”
I nodded at Carla, the waitress. Everyone in this small town knew everyone. The locals knew better than to snitch. They kept their heads down and stayed our of the wars and bargaining between the Cartels, dirty politicians, and our MC.
My heavy boots thudded on the old floor as I walked straight toward her booth. Her eyes widened. He little pink tonguehastily licked her lips. My dick stirred at the sight, imagined that tongue swiping the huge head of my cock.
The club skanks and local girls… I’d been there and done all that. They were low rent whores who fucked anyone with a leather cut and tats.
None were fresh.
Like her.
The women we sold I’d barley glanced at. So what was with this tiny brunette with dust on her skin? I was about to find out.
I took a seat across from her and picked up a menu without uttering a one word.
“You,” she squeaked.
‘That’s right, baby,” I winked, lowering the menu from my face.
She sucked in a breath. ”What are you doing?”
I stole a French fry off her plate, popped it in my mouth and winked. “Having dinner. Eat. You are too skinny.” I picked up another fry swirled it into the ketchup on her plate and brought it to her mouthy as it opened in protest.
“Yum? Right?”
What the fuck? Did I just say Yum? What was this girl doing to me? Collect yourself Bane. You’re a fucking enforcer!
Carla practically sprinted over, quickly jotting my order down on her notepad. “I’ll put that right in for ya’, Bane.” I grunted my response not even making eye contact.
My little lady’s face was pale when I finally met her gaze. Bane…?” She was obviously fishing for my last name. But I wasn’t about to give it. I leveled my gaze on her until her lips trembled.
My eyes are ice blue. If you chiseled out shards of an Arctic glacier… they’d be a perfect cold match. I ice people out, terrify others with my cold-hard gaze. This little bit would be no exception.
“I think I’d rather eat alone… if you don’t mind.” She gestured for me to leave the booth. I pretended not to hear her as my burner cell dinged with an incoming text from Ezra.
EZ: The sister’s container is still in port. WDYWTD?
Keep eyes on the cargo. Any chance we can renegotiate with them?
Not unless we do a swap out. My father is gonna be pissed. He doesn’t know we are aware of the pussy trade right under his nose.
I have plan. Meet at our spot at 11 tonight.
I grunted at her displeased face. She moved to slide out of the booth while I set the cell down. My hands snared her tiny wrists; capturing the little bird trying to fly away.