Zeke's Rule(42)

“Yeah,” Striker said between his teeth. He could tell, sensed Nerd was just looking out for him, and he didn’t fucking like the thought of some bastard trying to imply other things were going on when they weren’t.

Nerd clapped him on the shoulder. “If you want a little submissive ass, more power to you, Striker, but I’d let Demon know you want to hang there regularly. Just so he knows what’s up.”

Striker’s jaw was clenched so tightly he thought his teeth would crack. “Yeah.”

Nerd nodded, turned, and headed back to the bar where Striker watched him get another beer. He knew he’d had to watch himself going to Dominion like that, knew that assumptions might be made, especially since Striker hadn’t said anything to anyone. He wasn’t breaking any rules, wasn’t going against the club, but he didn’t want shit started because someone wanted to be an asshole and say he was doing business with Zeke behind club’s back.

Yeah, he’d let Demon know what was down, let him know why he was going there. He didn’t want to keep this from his club, his family, but he also didn’t like the fact his business would be aired out like the damn dirty fucking laundry.

If someone wanted in good with the Soldiers, they wouldn’t think twice about spreading some nasty shit around, shit that didn’t need to be said by anyone but the source.

Striker would finish club business, and then he’d worry about bringing this up with the club so they knew.

He cursed and headed to his room. Now he was in a foul mood, and didn’t have a willing woman to help ease the energy inside of him.





Chapter Eighteen





Two weeks later

Alessandria couldn’t sit down. Her ass and the back of her legs stung something fierce. The past two weeks had been the best of her life. Zeke had taken her in hand, and together they had explored their pain thresholds with each other. Lowering herself onto the kitchen chair, she tried not to whimper. The pain was incredible, and it made her feel so alive, and to a point, loved.

She looked down at the bandage on her hand. She’d been careless when washing the dishes the other day and had cut herself when she’d dropped a plate and the shard sliced her palm. Zeke didn’t like it when she hurt herself. He’d been so angry that she’d gotten hurt, and that had sealed her reality. This man cared for her, had done everything to make sure she was happy and safe, and she loved him even more for it. He gave her freedom; let her explore him as well as the world, if she so chose to.#p#分页标题#e#

She smiled as she thought about the night she’d hurt herself. He wouldn’t fuck her that night, and instead, held her, stroked her head and back until she’d fallen asleep, and made her feel so loved she could have cried.

“Morning,” Boscoe said, entering the kitchen. He placed his walkie-talkie on the counter. “Everyone is in their positions.”

“Do you know where Zeke is?”

“He’s at Dominion dealing with some spat between the girls. He told me to tell you, since he didn’t want to wake you so early, that he’ll call you if he will be long.”

“What kind of spat?” she asked, curious about Zeke’s life outside of the home. Since the night she went to visit Daniella, she’d been leaving the house regularly. Of course, Zeke was with her, and she loved that feeling. She needed it. For the most part, she’d only been enjoying long walks, basking in the freedom of being well, free. Gerald wouldn’t ever get to her to hurt her again. She was learning not to be afraid anymore and that made all the difference in the world.

“It seems the girls were fighting over a customer. He’s a good tipper, and they don’t like sharing him.”

Alessandria wrinkled her nose. “Sounds messy.”

“It is. There’s hair pulling, nails clawing, the works. It’s not pretty.” Boscoe shuddered. “Anyway, I get to keep you company until Zeke returns.” Whenever she left home, Zeke always made sure she had someone with her.

She shifted on her chair and closed her eyes as the pain hummed through the body. Zeke had restrained her to the bed tightly, had spanked her ass, and the backs of her thighs with his belt until she’d come for him. He’d started out slowly, building up until the pain increased, and she’d been begging him to fuck her.

“The company will be great.”

Boscoe nodded, but his expression was tight.

“Is everything okay?”

He gave a sharp nod.

“Has Zeke said anything?” she asked, getting a sense that something wasn’t right.

“No, he wants you to have a good day. He didn’t say anything else.”