Wed to the Bad Boy(131)

“Gotta make some calls.” Uncle Mick stood and turned toward us. “I’m going home, makin’ my calls. Don’t worry now, Lala. If I have to, I’ll send Aunt Donna over.”

“No, I’ll be fine.” I waved him off. I just needed a good fuck and a stiff drink.

“Rage, don’t do anything stupid. Just wait until I get some contacts together.”

“Do anything stupid?” I asked.

“Ain’t it clear, baby girl?” Thrash said, sarcastically. I blushed. “We gotta take back our club and kick that piece of shit out. Even just lying about who killed Sean goes against everything we stand for.”

“Thrash, which prospects do you think will be of use?” Cullen asked, ignoring the exchange.

“At least Twigs. Maybe Bull. Crow will support us, if you’re looking for members too.”

“Get at them, see if we can round them up.”

“We’re in the middle of the war, and you’re going to start another?”

“Ain’t like we got a choice.” And with that Thrash got up and left the house too, not far behind my uncle.

“You’ll have to cut your deal short with Strike. Only had a week left anyways. He knows it’s coming. Gotta keep you safe.”

Keep me safe? That was the last thing I felt. All this shit going on around me, and I fucking walked into it.

Cullen grabbed ahold of my chin and looked me in the eyes. “You hear me, baby girl?”

“I hear you. I’ll talk to Strike tomorrow, let him know.”

“No, I’ll call him tonight. Right after I’m done fucking the hell out of you. You got some tension that I need to relieve.”

I kissed him. His passion was obvious, but no matter how compelling his touch, it couldn’t erase the worries swirling through my head. Bones wanted me to stay. He insisted on it.

Was I just a lamb being led to the slaughter?





Chapter 14

Layla

“You need to get it all out, Lala. If you don’t, you’ll put us all in danger.” He pulled me close to him and kissed my neck, holding me tight in his lap. “I’m not kiddin’, baby girl. You are one fine-ass woman, but your stress is going to get me killed. I need to fuck it out of you.”

“This might be the last chance we get.” Shit was about to go down, and I knew that. It was dangerous as hell.

“Baby girl, don’t think like that. Not for one moment. I’ll take care of everything, you’ll see. Now you take off that pretty little dress you’re wearing. I want to see all of you, and as gorgeous as it is, it’s getting in my way.”

So I slipped the dress off my shoulders and then unzipped it, but his hands where there, pushing it down my body this time. Whenever I revealed myself to him I felt bold. Beautiful. Like my body was perfect the exact way it was.

“Fuck, Lala. You are so damn hot. A part of me wishes you never came back, so you’d be safe. But I’d be lying if I said it was all of me. I’m fucking lucky as hell you even looked at me twice.” He stood there examining me, taking me in. I knew exactly what he meant, because I felt the same way when he kissed me. “I want you, baby girl, make no doubt about that. I’d kill anyone who got in my way.”

He was perfect, even if he was dark, even if he had his demons.

“So sexy, Layla,” he murmured, kissing down my skin. “So, very beautiful.”

I released my bra’s clip and slowly pulled my bra off, revealing my breasts as they tumbled out of the cups, a small bounce before his eyes. It was a silly thing to do, and I blushed, but at the same time he made me feel so amazing, and so alive.

In all this danger and chaos I needed to feel this way. I needed his body. Without him, I was nothing.

My curvy body usually left me feeling self-conscious, but not with him there, watching me. He gave me a new-found confidence that I didn’t know I had from the very first kiss.

“Are you really going to be able to protect me?” The words slipped out of my mouth before I realized I was saying them. I was scared, truly scared, and I didn’t like to show it. His world was dangerous and more foreign to me than I realized. I still felt like I didn’t belong, and I was afraid of the consequences of this revelation. I knew the ultimate sacrifice too well.

“I’ll die trying, Lala.” He hesitated as he moved toward me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him. He kissed my throat and then my shoulder.

“I’m not Lala anymore, Cullen. Haven’t been that girl in a very long time.”

“You’re my girl. Mine. That’s all that matters.”

“I am.” I leaned forward and kissed him, all my passion taking hold of me, pushing me, pushing that kiss. There was nothing that could stop me. I wanted him. All of him. And I wanted him to know exactly how I felt about him.