You know, sometimes, these fuckers make this shit way too easy on me.
For months, I’ve been trying to come up with something I can use against Streak to amplify his suffering and coming up with a whole lot of nothing but now he has just dropped the perfect thing right into my hands. The one thing Streak cares about more than anything in the world is this club and his brothers so I can only imagine that he wants to keep this little fling a secret. Grinning to myself, I pull my phone out and snap a few pictures of them in the thralls of passion and wonder how Kodiak would feel about his brother fucking his baby sister.
Would it be enough to make him cut ties?
Would it be enough to make him kill Streak?
That would be perfect, actually. Nothing would tear this club apart like one member killing another. I wouldn’t even have to do anything. As I watch them, my mind begins to wander about how I could get these photos to Kodiak and another idea hits me out of nowhere, pulling a startled laugh from my lips. It’s so fucking devious, so perfect that I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before and the best part is that while I might be pulling a few strings, I know enough about Streak to know that he will do exactly what I need him to do for this plan to work. He will play right into my hand without even knowing it.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and chuckling to myself, I slip back through the fence before answering it. “Hello?”
“This is a collect call from an inmate at the Allan B. Polunsky Unit in Livingston, Texas. Do you wish to accept the charges?” the automated voice on the other end of the line asks as I walk through the trees back toward my car.
“Yes.”
“Please hold,” the voice replies before silence greets me. After a few seconds, I hear a click and the sound of someone breathing.
“Warren?”
I smile. “How are you, Samson? How is prison treating you?”
“Oh, just great,” he scoffs with a humorless laugh. “I was just calling to see how things were going out your way.”
“Good… really good.”
He sighs. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that things are moving along perfectly,” I tell him, thinking back to the plan that just struck me. I’m not the only person Streak has messed with and Samson wants revenge on the man as much as I do. Hell, maybe even more. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”
“I want to know what’s going on,” he growls and I shake my head. I would happily keep Samson informed if he wasn’t currently sitting on death row, waiting to be executed, where they record every word of every phone call he makes. Telling him everything would bring the whole plan crashing down around us and we’d both end up behind bars.
“You know why we can’t.”
A noise of frustration greets me before he sighs. “Just promise me you’re going to get this done. I want him to suffer, Warren. I want him…”
“Okay. I think you’ve said enough, friend.”
“Right,” he mutters before sighing again and I feel for him. I can’t imagine what the hell I would do if I was behind bars, unable to get justice for everything that has been done to me. I shudder as I think about sitting in a small cell every single day with only my rage to keep me company. It’s enough to make you go insane.
“I’ll take care of it, Sam. I promise you.”
“I don’t have much time left,” he murmurs. “My last appeal was rejected by the court today and they’re talking to me about scheduling my execution. I want to see him get what he deserves before I go.”
I nod as I reach my car and slip behind the wheel. I fucking feel for the guy and wish I could do something more to make the last of his time here on this earth memorable but they’re aren’t exactly going to let me take a videotape of our revenge into a jail. “Don’t worry. We’re near the end now and you’ll get your justice.”
“Good. Make it hurt, Warren.”
I laugh as thoughts of what I have in store for these boys plays through my head like a major motion picture. “Oh, trust me, I will.”
Chapter Six
Travis
Peeling my eyes open, I blink at the bright sunlight streaming in through my bedroom window and try to stretch when I feel the warm body next to me and glance down. Rowan is curled up against me, playing little spoon as she sleeps peacefully, her lips parted and her lashes fanning out across her pink cheeks. As I watch her, my mind drifts back to last night. I was surprised as hell to find her in my room but not even the slightest bit upset since I hadn’t been able to peel my eyes away from her from the moment she walked through the door. I don’t know if it was the awful fucking week I’ve been having trying to find answers in my recording of Veronica’s interview or if it was just her but I wanted her from just a look. I have never felt anything like it, the way she stole all of my attention without doing anything and the way I felt like I had to touch her, I had to have her. There was no other option because I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. Hell, I still do. She lets out a groan, pulling my attention to her as she stretches, rubbing her round ass against my cock and I bite back a hiss as my dick twitches. She settles again, releasing a breath.
Fuck.
I want her again despite the fact that we had more sex last night than I’ve ever had in a twenty-four hour period. Hell, if we could lock ourselves in this room for a fucking week without Kodiak finding out and trying to murder me with his bare hands, I might just make that happen and it still might not even be enough. Wrapping my arm around her, I blow out a breath and shake my head. It’s not like I haven’t been with a lot of girls because I have but usually after round one or two, my mind is drifting to other things and the girl I’m with isn’t able to hold my attention. I don’t see that being a problem with Rowan. At all. There is something about her that I can see myself getting totally lost in and maybe that’s exactly what I need right now. But I meant what I said to her last night - there is no way in hell this is ever going any further than that. She and I are hella attracted to each other, the sexual chemistry is fucking insane, and we have earth shifting sex but I don’t do love. I won’t be the next in the long line of Devils to fall in love, get married, and start popping out babies.
“No…it’s too early,” Rowan mumbles to herself before throwing her arms over her head in a stretch and my eyes fall to her tits, appreciating the way her back arches and her ass presses into me again. I lean down and press my lips to her neck as a soft moan slips past her lips.
“Princess, if you keep doing that, you’re gonna make me hard.”
She grins and wiggles her ass against my cock without opening her eyes. “I like the sound of that.”
“So do I,” I groan, gripping her hip and kissing her neck again before biting at her earlobe. “But I don’t think you want to wake up the whole house with your screaming.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her eyes snapping open as she throws the covers off of her legs and jumps out of bed. I watch her run around the room, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on as I laugh.
“What are you doing?”
She shoots me a glare. “I have to get back down to my room before anyone wakes up. If Lincoln realizes I spent the night up here, he’s going to lose his shit.”