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The dots danced instantly, indicating an incoming reply.

Red: When? And how the hell do you know where I am?

I chuckled.

Me: I guess you’ll never know.

Red: I swear if Shawnee told you where I am, I’m going to killher.

Me: She didn’t tell me but thank you for letting me know who Ineed to get the information from.

I wouldn’t go to her, knowing that Amber’s best friend wouldrefuse to give me the information I needed. My phone rang then, forcing a laughto shake through me.

“Miss my pretty face, Red?” I purred.

“You can’t come here, Sam,” she insisted.

My cock twitched. Fucking hell, I loved when she shortened myname. “No? Why not?”

“Because, there are...I just...I don’t want anything to happen.”

My heart stuttered. “Why, Red, if I didn’t know any better, Iwould think you actually care about me.”

She snorted. “Listen, Sammy, don’t go falling in love with me.I’m not worth it. I just don’t want anything to happen to you or anyone else.The Hell’s Harlem members here are...different.”

“Trust me, I’ve run into them before and, Red? The next time youput yourself down and tell me you’re not worth it, I will have you so fuckingon edge, you won’t be able to handle it. Have you ever been denied orgasms aspunishment?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Doesn’t sound pleasant, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

While I was speaking to the submissive in her, I knew the bratpersonality wanted to call my bluff and I hoped she would. Orgasm denial wasn’tsomething I liked to do but if the situation called for it, I would. Just toshow my sub who was in charge.

“Then don’t berate yourself, you got me?” When she didn’t sayanything, I pulled my phone from my ear, thinking she might have hung up.“Red.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. That’s all.”

“I’m a big boy, baby,” I told her, my chest tightening that shecared.

“I know you are, but I still don’t want any issues,” she toldme.

“Don’t worry about it.” No one was stopping me from getting whatI wanted. We were good together. I just had to prove that to her.

Amber

The next morning, Icouldn’t help but think back tothe conversation I had last night with Sammy. He was driving down. Or he saidhe was anyway. He was probably bluffing and would wait for me to come homeinstead. It was the only thing that made sense because it wasn’t like anyonewould tell him where my mom’s place was anyway. Would they? Did he know peoplewho could give him that sort of information? Oh who the hell was I kidding? Ofcourse he knew people. He was a biker. I mentally smacked myself, forgettingfor a brief moment exactly who I was sleeping with.

The conversation had finished with me telling him he was lyingand there was no way he would drive the several hours just to see me.

He didn’t argue and only hung up after.

Ever since, I couldn’t get it out of my head and I sure as hellcouldn’t sleep. Looked like I was going to see Tiny sooner than I wanted to.

Once I was showered and dressed, I was heading down the hall tothe kitchen and putting my hair up into a messy bun when I was stopped short byvoices coming from the dining room. A higher pitched one along with a deepvibrato. As I neared, I knew the woman’s voice was my mother.

When I rounded the corner, my eyes widened at who was sittingwith my mom at the dining room table.