“We do. Now,” I growled standing toe-to-toe with him. I’d had enough of this shit, and something had to give. My girl was hurting, and I was fucking done with it.
“Whatever.” He walked over to the couches, and I followed closely behind. “Get out!” he barked at the two club mommas sitting at the end of the room. I watched as they scurried away. No doubt G.T. had been inside both of them.
“Why the fuck are you so pissed at Princess?” I said, plopping down next to him.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” he clipped as I tried to hold my anger in check.
“It is my business. And since you’re not gonna tell me, I’ll tell you what I think.”
“I don’t give a shit what you think.”
“Too bad. Casey.” His demeanor didn’t change as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him. “It all revolves around her. You’re actually pissed at your sister for getting out of the joint, because that’s what ultimately sent your piece of ass away.”
His head snapped as his eyes narrowed. “You fucking call her that again, and I’ll pound your ass.”
Throwing my head back, I laughed hard. Stupid fucker. “Like I said, it’s not Princess’s fault. It’s your own. Get your fucking shit together.”
Getting up from the couch, I didn’t bother looking back at G.T. I had shit to do before the meeting.
Harlow
Moving into Cruz’s house went much better than I thought it would. Tug and the B.Boys worked their ass off moving shit from my apartment to here. I didn’t keep much furniture, but a shit ton of clothes. I really wanted my clothes.
When I first entered the house, I instantly felt at peace, like something in the home grounded me, something I really hadn’t felt before. Being on edge was just something that I lived with for so long that being at peace was only something I felt on Sting, never in a home.
The front door opened as I turned to see my handsome man coming in, his hair a mess, making my mouth water. God, I loved him.
Wrapping my arms around him, I smashed my lips to his. I needed to taste him. Never in a million years did I think I’d fall this hard for a brother, but now, I’m in it. Hard. “Well hello to you, too, Babe.” His sexy voice always made my pussy cream. I take that back, everything this man did, made me want him in a way I never thought possible.
Those one-night stands were nothing compared to this.
Moving him to the couch, I pushed him down, so he was sitting as I climbed up on top of him, straddling him as I kissed him relentlessly. My hips began to move quickly as his cock hit my clit in just the right spot. “Take it off,” he growled, and I wasted no time standing and stripping. Cruz flung his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants just enough to pull his hard erection out.
“Ride me,” he said, stroking his cock up and down. Climbing on top, I positioned him at my entrance and slammed down on him hard. “Fuck,” he groaned as I squeezed the inner muscles of my pussy over and over again, working him up. His hands went to my hips as he began forcing my body up and down at an intense pace. My eyes began to roll in the back of my head when he barked, “Eyes on mine.” I instantly followed. Watching the passion I had for this man swell in his eyes was my undoing. I needed to come, squeezing him with everything I had. “Come now,” he commanded, and I detonated, shattering into a million pieces around him. Cruz thrust three more times, grunted my name, and buried himself deep in my body.
“I love you, Babe.”
“Love you, too.” Happiness surrounded me like a bubble that I never wanted to escape.
Epilouge—Cruz
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This was not supposed to fucking happen. I heard gunfire everywhere, so much that we had no fucking clue where it was all coming from. Fuck.
Firing back was getting us nowhere, and at this point we were getting backed into a fucking corner. This meeting with Rabbit was not supposed to fucking happen like this. Talk. That’s all this was about. Yeah, fucking right. Tell that to the fucking bullet whizzing by my head.
When we arrived, Rabbit’s crew was waiting for us. What we didn’t expect was the T-Dart crew to be with him. T-Dart’s had a thing for us from several years ago that I only heard about by word of mouth. It was said that T-Dart’s leader, Zane and Diamond had a falling-out over some land, but that dispute was settled a long time ago with us acquiring the land. But with Zane having died about a year ago, his boy Paine took over the gavel. Paine was a mean motherfucker, who apparently didn’t see this beef as settled any longer as the gun he had pointed at us was shooting bullets one after another.
Having ridden bikes here, the only blockage we had was the cage that Tug and Buzz followed us in, but it was about twenty feet away, and getting to it was becoming a challenge. Instead, we were using our bikes as a shield. Diamond, Pops, G.T., Dagger, Rhys, Zed, Becs, and I were all shooting to save each other lives. But the bullets kept coming.
“Get behind us, Diamond!” Dagger yelled over the gunfire. He must have realized, too, that this shit was going bad really quickly. But like always, Diamond stood with us, not wanting the protection that we needed him to have right now.
As the fire continued, we took a small opportunity to move to the cage, quickly. Everything from this moment happened in slow motion. More gunfire.
Diamond rushed to the cage as shots began hitting him. G.T. pushed him out of the way trying to block him. Shots continued as they stuck G.T. Running after him; Dagger covered me as I grabbed G.T. under his arms and pulled him behind the cage. Pops was on Diamond pulling him out of the line of fire. Suddenly the sound of automatics started ringing through the air as grunts and groans filled everything.
Pops was with Diamond while I looked over G.T. to see the wounds. He had a shot to his chest and one to his shoulder. So much fucking blood. Shit! Pulling off my cut and then my t-shirt, I covered the wound, putting as much pressure on it as I could, to stop the bleeding. The automatic was still going off, but there were no shots coming from the other guys. “What the fuck is going on?!” I yelled.
“Tug and Buzz!” Dagger shot out. “They’re holding them off. I’m going in.” Dagger jumped into the side door of the cage grabbing one of the autos inside and began shooting at everything that wasn’t us.
“Pops! We gotta get out of here… G.T.’s bleeding bad!” Looking over at Pops, I could see his arms were wrapped around Diamond. “Pops!”
He looked over at me. “He’s gone.”
Vomit seeped into my mouth. Gone? What the fuck? “Everyone in the fucking cage! Now!” I barked as we all loaded quickly. “Fucking drive!”
Buzz jumped into the driver’s seat, speeding down the road right after everyone piled in on top of each other. G.T. lied in my arms while Pops continued to hold Diamond. Dagger was on the phone with who I’d assume was Doc, so he’d be waiting for us. As the cage sped away, the shots ceased, and we somehow got the fuck out.
“Talk Pops,” Zed said from the corner staring at the sight in front of us.
“He’s gone. Diamond’s dead.” His voice was solemn and broken. “How’s my boy?” He asked, looking at me.
“Bleeding a lot. Bullet hit something.”
“Fuck!” Pops yelled. “Drive faster!” he barked at Buzz, who slammed on the gas.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, Dagger, and I carried a barely conscious G.T. in, laying him on the pool table. The gasps came from the bitches in the corner. “Get the fuck out!” I yelled as they scurried away. Doc was already there and waiting.