Page 23 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

POSEY

The master bedroom is a lot nicer than I thought it would be, considering this is a house owned by a motorcycle club, and I saw the conditions of the bar and rooms at Ivy and Bullet’s club. They were dirty and dank.

The whole place smelled like drugs, sex, and booze.

To be fair, that’s what was going on there, so I shouldn’t have expected anything different.

But this place is nice. There are soft jersey cotton sheets, fluffy light-blue towels, and even a television above a really sturdy wooden chest of drawers.

The fact that there is even a comforter with decorative pillows tells me that a woman of some kind has been in here and helped make this place as homey as possible, which I fully appreciate.

My clothes are now unpacked, folded, and placed in drawers, along with being hung up in the closet. My toiletries are neatly put away in the bathroom drawers and shower. I kick off my sneakers before walking back into the living room, knowing without a doubt that I won’t need to run from here.

I’m surprised to see he’s no longer wearing his black leather vest. He’s also kicked off the black boots he had on and has his socked feet on the coffee table with a beer bottle resting on his stomach, his focus on the television. I can hear something playing, but I have no idea what it is.

I open my mouth to ask him what’s on, just as a conversation piece, when the doorbell rings.

“Pizza,” he announces, practically jumping up from the sofa.

I watch him for a moment, then move toward the kitchen and go in search of plates.

“The fuck?” he asks as he stands in front of me with two large boxes in his hands. I stand facing him, holding two dinner plates in my hands.

“What?” I ask.

“Plates? For pizza?”

Flicking my gaze to the plates, I slowly lift them up to meet his. My lips twitch into a smirk. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Plates for pizza.”

He gives me a smirk as he shakes his head from side to side, almost as if he’s humored by me. He begins to walk past me and into the small dining room before he murmurs a single word that almost brings me to my knees.

“Princess.”

Shaking off the use of the nickname that Ivy gave me, I try to gather myself without seeming too affected and walk over to the table. I’m not sure if it works, but if it doesn’t, Void has the good manners not to say anything about it.

After placing each of the plates down, I pull my chair out and sink down onto the hard wooden seat. Then I watch as Void opens the pizza boxes. One is an all-meat deluxe heart attack on bread. The other, I’m not sure what it is, but it looks amazing and different… There’s chicken on it.

“That’s what my mom loved. It’s a Valley Veggie with chicken.”

“What on earth is on it?” I ask, staring at the gloriously topped pie.

Void chuckles. “It’s got white sauce, spinach and broccoli, there’s artichokes on it, olives, chicken. Girlie shit,” he mutters as he reaches for a slice of meaty heaven.

“It looks amazing and different.”

He smirks before opening his mouth to take a bite of his pizza. I reach for a slice. The toppings are piled so high that they start to fall off. As soon as the piece is on my plate, I add the toppings back on, then stand abruptly.

Hurrying back into the kitchen, I tug a drawer open, finding a fork and knife before I make my way back to the table. Sitting down, I sink my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip as I begin to cut.

“What the fuck are you doing, woman?” Void’s voice calls out.

Stopping my sawing, I turn my head slightly, lifting my gaze up to meet his. “Cutting my pizza,” I state.

He arches a brow, silently requesting me to continue. “There is no way I can pick that up and bring it to my mouth without the toppings all falling off. This is the best solution. Now, is that okay?” I ask.

Void’s eyes widen, then his lips twitch. “Saw away, babe.”

I get back to work on my pizza, and when I have the slice cut into pieces, I stab one and bring it to my lips, wrapping them around the fork before I tug it out and begin to chew. My taste buds explode.

Full on explode.

Never in my life have I tasted a combination like this before. I have been missing out completely. When I moan, I hear Void’s chuckle, and it breaks my good vibes. Opening my eyes, I look across the table at him. He’s leaning back in his chair, his eyes on me and a smile on his lips.

“That good?” he asks.

“Your mother has amazing taste.”

His smile doesn’t fade as he shakes his head from side to side a couple of times. Then he clears his throat. “You ever had this pizza place before?” he asks.

“Never,” I confess.

“They’re legendary,” he simply states before he reaches for another slice.

Indeed .

They must be because everything from the chicken to the crust is out of this actual world. I think I might have a problem leaving this house, this town, just because of this pizza alone. I might need to stay here forever.

IVY

Bullet stares at me from across my desk. I need this space between us, the large wooden top giving us enough space so he can’t reach across without standing and climbing over to beat the shit out of me.

He wants to, though.

I watch as he tilts his head to the side, his eyes searching mine for a moment, then he clears his throat.

“So you didn’t find out the details of her being here, just that she was running from some guy who didn’t exist and Piggy said was likely undercover.

She gets on a goddamn bus and treks all the way across the country to do whatever the fuck she has planned in her head to do, and you don’t chase after her?

” He takes a breath but then doesn’t give me a chance to respond.

“Then you call the Rivara chapter, and they tell you that they can’t help you because they have an agreement with the organization that owns the winery.

The one that jackass was undercover in, which happens to be a whole cocaine operation.

And then you send Shocker, Maverick, and Goose to California to deal with it all. Did I miss anything?”

Gritting my teeth, I clear my throat as I shift in my chair. “I fucked her…”

“No shit,” he snorts.

Shaking my head slightly, I press my lips together, rolling them a few times before I continue. “Not once. A lot,” I murmur. “I was going to try and fuck the information about her past out of her.”

“Christ,” he hisses, running his fingers through his hair. “I should beat the shit out of you.”

“Probably,” I say. “Plus, it didn’t work. Although Lainey and Cidney were able to get more out of her during one little bakery date than I could get after days of fucking her.”

“That’s because you weren’t talking when you were fucking her,” he grinds out.

He’s right about that. We weren’t really talking about much other than how good we felt to one another. Fuck, I want her back here. I want to be inside of her again. It’s been too long. I’m ready to have her back here already.

“Well, now that that’s all figured out, what the fuck do you have planned?”

“Nothing,” I say. “Waiting, I guess. I have clients and court dates that I can’t miss.”

Bullet stands. I watch him as he walks over to the window that looks out at the back parking lot. It’s nothing fancy, nothing special, but it’s my parking lot, so there’s that. Then he rocks back on his heels and turns his head to look over his shoulder at me.

“My wife isn’t going to be excited about the fact that her aunt is gone.”

“I’m sure she’s not,” I murmur. “I was trying to avoid anyone being pissed.”

He sucks in a deep breath and holds it for a moment before he lets it out in a heavy sigh then clears his throat.

“I’m going to call the clubhouse in Rivara and see what I can find out.

They may not do as much for you as they will for me.

Or maybe we’ll get the same fucking results, but Dakota would want me to try. ”

“I wish things had turned out differently,” I say.

Bullet snorts. “You shouldn’t have fucked her in the first place.”

“She’s an adult,” I snap. “And she wasn’t declared off limits. If it wasn’t me, it was going to be someone else.”

“Tell me one thing,” he begins. “Do you want her… to keep her?”

The question doesn’t catch me off guard. I’ve been thinking about it for days. Getting fucking drunk off my ass and thinking about it for days. I’m just not sure how the fuck I’m going to answer him.

“She’s already mine,” I blurt out.

He turns around to face me completely, tilting his head to the side, and watches me for a moment. “She’s yours,” he murmurs. “She know that?”

“She will,” I say. “Doesn’t matter what she thinks. I know she’s mine. And I’m keeping her.”

“You can’t fuck over Dakota’s aunt. She’s family, brother.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ got that. Crystal goddamn clear.”

Bullet’s lips twitch into a smirk. “Well, let me make a phone call and see how fucked we are and when we can get to Posey. Fucking Posey Bennet. I knew she was trouble the second she pulled up in that candy-apple-red fucking Mercedes.”

Yeah. I knew she was trouble, too, with a capital fucking T, and I wanted a taste of that kind of trouble. Still do. I want to keep it—forever.