Bad Boys of Romance(185)

I was happier than a hog in mud. Just as I was about to blow my load again. I heard a noise, the door clicked and Kym froze. Something wasn’t right. Turning my head, I saw the barrel of a gun first then Amun’s ugly mug. Even with my dick still in Kym’s ass, I noticed he was alone. The adjacent suite door, the one I’d planned to use to sneak in to kill him, closed behind him. To fuck it all, he stood in front of Kym’s table and my guns. Damn it to hell. Puddled on the floor were my pants, my blade in the pocket.

“Move your dick, asshole.” Kym snarled, and I realized she’d sold me out. Well, sold us out, because Emery was involved too.

Emery backed up onto the bed as Kym moved behind Amun. I put my hands up. “If she’s your girl, I’m sorry.” It was worth a shot.

“Get on the bed.” Amun waved his gun, pointing it toward Emery.

I climbed onto the bed on my knees. “She’s innocent. This was all my plan. She’s just another whore,” I said matter a factly as he pivoted the gun back between Emery and I.

“I like her. I’d love to keep her for a while,” Kym added, tugging on Amun’s free arm.

He laughed, “Mrs. Jenkins, at last we meet. I believe you and I have unfinished business.” He motioned for her to come to them.

Emery slowly made her way to Kym. Kym’s eyes glistened, a smile appearing on her face as she grabbed Emery, holding her out of the impending gunfire. Amun handed Kym a gun. “Shoot her if he moves.”

Kym pressed the gun to Emery’s temple while Amun stepped closer to me. “Johnny Stevens is a nobody, a dead nobody. The Mutherfukers fed him to the sharks. Who are you? You have to the count of ten then Kym’s going to shoot your pretty friend.”

I searched Emery’s face, how did Amun know her? How did she play into all of this? Kym’s face contorted, she didn’t want to shoot Emery. When she saw me watching, she gave me an evil stare. She’d kill me in a heartbeat.

Amun started counting. There was no way in hell I’d tell him who I was. On five, I jumped, wanting to knock him to the ground, ready to wrestle the gun away from him. I landed with a thud, hard on my shoulder, at the same time I heard silenced gunfire. Amun thrashed on the floor beside me, having fallen before me. Blood gushed out of his mouth as he stilled. Kym had shot him in the chest.

Now Kym pointed her gun right at me. I seized Amun’s glock from his dead hand, instantaneously, threatening her right back. Confused, I had to ask, “What the fuck Kym?”

“Amun’s dead, the dumbass could have looked at your back if he wanted to know your allegiance. I’m not so dumb.” She was talking about the tattoo on my back, the same three pieces from my cut, deep in my skin forever. I still had my shirt on so how’d she know? “And I want that fifty grand from Shirley.”

“And you think Shirley’s gonna give it to you after you kill me?”

“I’ll say Amun killed you, and I killed him, dumbass. Or I’ll talk. Sure someone would want to know The Gods are working for the Heelz and in bed with the Mutherfukers too.”

She was wrong. It was all me. Her words reminding me of how deep in shit I was, wasn’t helping me clear my mind so I could kill a bitch. “And what about Emery?”

“Who? Oh, Rachel, she can come with me if she knows how to keep her pretty little mouth shut and her pussy wide open.”

Registering the fact Kym hadn’t known Emery, I hissed, “You think you can shoot faster than me. Bitch, you won’t make it out of here alive.” I was wasting time, trying to get the courage to pull the trigger. Fuck!

Kym’s finger moved on the trigger, and I rolled rather than fire back ready to kiss my ass goodbye. Instead of a bullet, Kym fell to the ground, dead, shot through the head.

Looking up I saw Emery standing there naked, holding my gun. She must have crawled under the table while I was concentrating on the whore.

The blood spilling from Kym’s head soaked her hair and the light carpet, bringing back a scene I’ve replayed too many times through my mind. I shook my head, squeezing my eyes closed and covering my ears until I banished the memory. I opened my eyes, remembering Emery still had a weapon. She looked down at Kym and then back to the pistol, her hands shaking before she dropped the gun and collapsed in hysterics. Finding my strength, I scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Killing and watching people die was traumatic even if the people would have just as soon killed you. “It’s okay,” I soothed her, hugging her close.

She’d saved me, and I really didn’t know how to thank her. The club and my brothers had saved me over and over but this was different. I caressed her face and wiped her cheeks but the tears kept falling. Kissing her forehead, I laid her down, lying beside her. It didn’t seem like enough, so I laid kisses all over her face until our lips locked in a heated kiss. Both of us naked, things progressed until I was stroking and kissing every inch of her skin in a daze. When I entered her, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before, could it be love? Tenderly, I worshipped her with every movement. Our bodies danced until we passed out in each other’s arms.