Zain (Steel Cobras Book 6) by Evie Monroe

Author:Evie Monroe [Monroe, Evie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bad boy mc biker romance, hate to lovers, bully to lovers, motorcycle club romance, bad boy motorcycle mc romantic books, womens crime fiction, hot biker, biker club mc, forbidden, dark crime romance, bad boy motorcycle club, alpha hero romance, outlaw, Crime, heist, mc romance standalone, steamy drama, bad guy good girl, bad boy accidental pregnancy
Publisher: Book Boyfriends Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Zain

After doing a little song-and-dance and kissing a little more Russian ass, we finally got Viktor to calm down.

It wasn’t easy.

When I went outside with a plastic bag of garbage and tossed it in the dumpster, Viktor was on the phone with the syndicate, talking a mile a minute in Russian, while Cullen tried to get a word in edgewise. Eventually, Viktor hung up and started listening to Cullen. As usual, diplomatic Cullen was able to talk him off the ledge and get him to continue backing us.

I backed Cullen up, playing nice, even though what I really wanted to do was throw down with the Russian asshole who thought his shit didn’t stink.

Then, I went back home. Took a shower. Realized it was too late to text Sasha at work and throw off her concentration, since she was probably at home by then. Didn’t care. Thought of her squirming a little when I typed in: I want you under me right now.

I stared at the screen, expecting a response right away. Didn’t get one.

I wasn’t too worried. It was nearly dinnertime, so she wasn’t chained to her desk at work.

When I looked again, she still hadn’t responded. Not only that, it said the message had been read.

All right. She was ignoring me. That was when I started to think something was wrong.

It wasn’t normal for women to ignore me. It wasn’t ego speaking, that was just my reality. Women came when I called. They didn’t turn down my invitations. Hell, I usually didn’t even have to invite them. They came after me.

And I sure as hell never had to wait when I sent a hot text to a woman.

I told myself it didn’t fucking matter. I had plenty of other women out there that I could fuck.

I didn’t like surrendering control to this woman, but hell. It made me want her all the more. Her, and only her.

As I made myself dinner and sat down to watch the ball game, I drank a beer and tried to convince myself I wasn’t horny as hell.

When that didn’t work, I tried to convince myself that any woman would help satisfy the need.

That didn’t work, either. I dreaded calling any of my usual women. They wouldn’t fill the need inside me. Only Sasha could do that.

And that was fucked up.

I’d told myself long ago, I would never let a woman matter to me like that. I had women out the ears, and I liked that about my life. I liked having my choice, never getting too serious about any of them. This huge house of mine wasn’t a bachelor pad, but that sure as hell didn’t mean I wanted a girl coming in and making it look all special. I loved living alone.

What I really needed to do? Fuck her again. Fuck her once more, and maybe that’d get her out of my system.

Deciding on my new plan of attack, my blood started pumping. I picked up my phone, and this time, I called her.

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