Brass Part One: Son's of Satan MC Book One (Sons of Satan MC 1) by Bex Dawn

Author:Bex Dawn [Dawn, Bex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

Eight

Climbing out of the shower in this fucking horrible hotel room, I peek out of the bathroom to make sure the freak is still knocked out. Grinning at the way I left him sprawled out on top of Tommy, tied to the bed and unconscious, I turn back to the bathroom and quickly redress. I hate having to get naked for jobs, but it’s way better than walking around soaked in some creep’s blood when I make my escape. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I’ve tried to keep it clean, it’s impossible for me. I get too angry. Too worked up. It doesn’t help that the men I kill are all disgusting pieces of trash.

I wrap the only towel in the bathroom around my body and dry off the best I can. I toss the towel to the floor and kick it next to the trash before tugging my hair out of its messy bun. Checking my appearance in the mirror, I grimace at what I see. The mottled marks around my throat are going to bruise. Badly. That’ll be hard to explain to my boss. I guess I’ll have to pass it off as a rough sex injury. I smirk when I realize that’s actually the truth…mostly.

Chuckling, I flip my head over to fluff my curls. My phone vibrates on the counter, and I quickly answer it, knowing who it is without even checking the ID. “Are you here?” I whisper, shimmying into my panties. The line is silent for so long that I actually pull the phone away to make sure it didn’t disconnect. “B?” I murmur.

She lets out a loud groan. “You didn’t kill him, did you? What happened?” She sighs. “I told you that one of these days, you’d meet your match and get fucked up, girl. I—”

“Shut up,” I hiss, glancing back at the bed. The sight of the sexy asshole with the mohawk sends a shiver down my spine. If I look really hard, and I mean, tilt my head to the side and squint, I might actually feel slightly bad for what I did to him. Not the knocking him out part. He deserved that for breaking into my hotel room. I don’t even feel bad for using him to get off. That was great. Like, really great. No—I feel an ounce of remorse for the future that awaits him. Not enough to call it off, though.

“Trixie,” Bianca shouts. I blink rapidly, realizing I’ve forgotten all about her. “Are you okay? Seriously. Do I need backup?”

“No,” I murmur. “I’m fine. I just need you to hurry your ass up and get here before I get caught.”

She chuckles. “I’m already here. I’m in the parking lot.”

I drop my phone onto the small grimy counter so I can slip my dress on. The stretchy material glides across my nipples as I tug it down my body. I grimace as the right one throbs. What an asshole. Lifting my phone back up, I keep it pressed between my shoulder and ear as I make my way out of the bathroom to find my heels.

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