Dark Savior: CHRISTA WICK WRITING AS by C.M. Wick

Author:C.M. Wick [Wick, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub

CHAPTER 7

GARNET

"Just as we were" meant stark naked with a gun in Dean’s hand. He led the way down the hall, cautioning me with his upraised arm to hold back.

He stopped, half exposed to whatever waited for us in the room at the end of the hall.

"What’s this about, Prez?"

"It’s about you risking an entire crew and a kilo of my heroine on a piece of pussy. In case you've forgotten, the cops have all but wiped out the West Bay chapter. Eight Ball and his old lady could be spilling everything they know about me."

It was an older man’s voice, but nothing about it seemed weak or fatherly. It was Dean’s voice two decades from now if he stayed on his current path.

"So?"

I stopped studying the other doors in the hall and looked at Dean’s face. He was standing with his right side to me and all I could see was the side of his face quirked upwards like a bored smartass who wasn’t standing naked in the middle of a club house filled with bikers, his only cover a magazine full of bullets.

"So show me that I didn’t make a mistake in thinking that you are smarter and better than these dumb fucks and could build me an unstoppable army against the other clubs and Feds. Show me your little mule."

Relaxing the pistol along his thigh, Dean walked the rest of the way into the room. With his back against the wall, he faced the other men in the room. He placed the pistol on a table next to him then crooked a finger at me.

I took slow steps toward him, undecided on whether I should obey or pray that one of the doors in the hall was unlocked and had a window that opened onto the street. But if I ran, he’d have to face them on his own and I had a feeling both our lives were in danger. Whatever his motivation had been at the apartment building, he’d taken a huge risk when he stopped Condor from slitting my throat. Whether or not I got away, he’d be dead before I reached the front yard.

Chewing at my bottom lip, I entered the room with my gaze focused on Dean.

He offered a slow blink and a nod of his head as if deliberately trying to calm and center me. "Come closer, baby girl."

Feeling their gazes clawing at my flesh, I obeyed. When I was within arm's reach, Dean gripped my hips and guided me until I stood directly in front of him. His hands circled behind me to cup my ass cheeks. His foot swept between my legs to coax them further apart.

He kneaded the fleshy globes of my bottom, his breathing slow and hypnotic in my ear.

"So beautiful," he whispered. "Every last dick in the room is hard looking at you."

He kissed me, my mouth, my neck. His big hands pulled me close to him and then relaxed before repeating the rhythm. His cheek nuzzled mine but he was only half with me.

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