Page 51 of Chaos & Carnage

“I…” my little vet started, but I wouldn’t give her the chance to finish.

“No. We have plans. Don’t we?”

“We do?”

The man called Stuart turned back to us, glancing at Alice almost dismissively but his eyes resting on me, staring as if that might let him work me out.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Takeaway and chill. That’s what we’re doing. Alice wasn’t on the emergency rota tonight, was she? So, it won’t be a problem, will it?”

“No s’pose not. Ok, well, have a good night then.” The man scurried out after he’d plucked a couple of bottles from the cabinet.

“Come on, kitten,” I said, dipping down to scoop her knickers and bra off the floor where I’d shuffled them behind me. “Let’s go get you naked again.”

The woman at my side looked up, the purest light blue eyes studying me, flicking across my face like she could see inside my soul. My heart beat a little faster. Did she know? Could she tell?

“You seem different tonight, Cade. I can’t put my finger on it, just different.”

Then she smiled. The movement seemed to disturb the freckles, animating her features and stirring my cock. Fuck, she was stunning. Like no one I’d met before. My brother had good taste.

Chapter Nineteen

Demon shuffled around the apartment over the tattoo shop, moving slowly, looking more like an old man than the club’s enforcer.

“Want a beer, bud?” he mumbled, his back to me.

“Nah, mate. Gotta be able to drive in case I need to get you out of here fast.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he grumbled, a bottle chinking as he pulled it from the fridge. “I can fucking look after myself.”

“No, you can’t. Not yet.”

“And I don’t need babysitting.”

“Well, maybe not anymore.”

“Huh?” Demon turned quickly, wincing at the sudden movement.

“Yeah. What does that mean?” Ciara asked from the table in the middle of the room, books spread out in front of her.

“Just we’ve sorted one half of the problem out.”

“How?” she asked, pushing the lid of the laptop closed as she looked at me with interest.

I looked at Demon, who shook his head in answer.

“They came after her as well, mate. She can hear this.”

“Fine. We’ve burnt the fuckers to a crisp.”

Demon and Ciara looked at each other and then back at me.

“When?”

“Last night. Their clubhouse. With nearly all of them inside.”

Demon whistled, but Ciara remained expressionless. I couldn’t tell whether she was scared, impressed, or relieved by what we’d done. But her face told me nothing.