I make quick work to get on my bike and hold out a hand to help her climb on the back. She doesn’t need it, but she takes it anyway, and I’m over the moon that she does. The girl is as independent as they come, but the small things she lets me do for her speak more about her trust in me already than anything else.
She scoots as close as possible, and I swear to Christ I can feel the heat of her sweet little cunt at my back. I wonder what she tastes like. I wonder if she’ll let me find out. Somegirls are weird like that. They think I’d be bothered or that I’d expect a shaved fresh-out-of-the-shower pussy on my lips. I rarely have the heart to tell them that often enough, I drop my food and pick it up from the ground to keep eating it. Sure, I blow off the dust I see on it, but come on. It was on the floor. If I can tolerate that and still finish my lunch, then you can bet your ass I can eat a cunt out without any problems.
We make it back to her place, and I don’t even pretend to be coy about why we’re here. I can hear the bass from the club across the street, but I spare it no mind as I head up her stairs and get to the front door. She’s right there with me, never breaking stride as she types in her code to open the door. I don’t look at what it is, my attention pulled to the manila envelope half under her doormat that says “Nacho House.” I reach for it and bring it in with me, setting it on the small kitchen table. It only has her name on it, nothing else.
She turns from the fridge, handing me a beer that I didn’t ask for but take willingly, and raises an eyebrow at the package.
I shrug. “Don’t ask me. It was under your mat.”
She takes a sip of her beer, eyeing the envelope before taking another swig and setting the bottle down. With quick work, she has the envelope open and flips it over, spilling the contents out on the table. And my boner that never left after our closet session dies with what we see.
Dozens of pictures of Viv, in every pose imaginable. Some with clothes, others without. Some of her in the shop, others fighting. She’s alone in some, others not. But no matter who’s in the picture, the focus is clear. Especially since every single one has a heart drawn around Viv and the others are crossed out.
Even the pictures with me in them.
“What the hell is this? This ever happened to you before?” I move a few around, looking to see if a note’s attached or something. Anything to give me an idea of what I’m working with. I might not have known Viv that long, but this is creepy for anyone.
“Never. What sick person would take these? This was yesterday! And this was when I was getting ready.” She shoves a picture at me of her on the phone with a towel wrapped around her.
“Right, stop messing with them. Let me get my guys down here. Maybe we can pull prints or something.”
She drops the pictures as if a roach ran across her hand and shakes her entire body with a snarl of disgust. “I need a shower.”
I can’t say I blame her.
As she walks to the back, I pull out my phone.
“Oy,” Mickey says by way of greeting.
“Get your ass over to Viv’s. We’ve got a problem.”
I don’t expect a response from him, smiling as I hear him call out to a few of the brothers and hang up. I don’t care what anyone says. Having a club of brothers is better than family. With family, someone’s feelings get hurt when they get hung up on. With brothers, a hang-up means they’re already on their way, no matter the reason.
“She say if there’s anything else?” Rooster asks as he looks over everything. He’s got gloves on, but he’s still keeping the touching to a minimum. One of the prospects Grim and Bane trust has a friend in the police force. We don’t have a full welcome party here like I’m used to back home, but if the kid can get the prints in the system, Flint can hack in and find out what we need to know. We’ve already taken pictures of everything for our own records, but the physical dusting of prints is more for the police.
“No. And before you ask, from the look on her face when she saw these, I only got pure surprise from her.” I don’t know if he was going to question her, but it’s something I would have done if the position were reversed. Women can do some crazy shit if they think it’ll get them a man. Even worse if they’re looking for a property patch.
Not that I get that vibe off Viv. She doesn’t seem the type to chase after the title of old lady, but I am the president of this chapter right now. I have to think beyond the norm.
“This is some fucked-up shit,” Lucky says, and I find myself nodding with the rest of the boys.
I’ve dealt with crazy stuff before, but never a stalker. If I was one to check off a box every time I ran into something new and fucked up, my list would be too long to fit in a book. I know it happens. Club’s dealt with a few who seemed to just randomly show up on a club girl’s doorstep, or a client for one of the working girls on our payroll who we’ve had to teach that no means no. But sending pictures? Dozens upon dozens, and a clear message that everyone else should be crossed out? That’s another level.
Someone knocks at the door, and Bane opens it enough for me to see the prospect. We had him and a few of theother brothers wait outside. Viv’s place isn’t exactly the type to host a party. It’s already crowded enough with me, Bane, Lucky, Rooster, and Mickey. Another body would push it to a fire code issue if we haven’t already maxed it out.
“Cop’s here.”
I nod at his words. “I’ll get Viv.”
Turning, I head to the back where her room must be. I never got the tour, but this place is bordering on matchbox size, and there’s only one hallway to go down. I knock on the only closed door and then poke my head in. Maybe I should give her space, but I’ve already fucked her. Yeah, I didn’t see much, but I sure as hell remember what she felt like. I can only imagine what the packaging looks like when I get to see it again. And if she’s standing there naked right now, all the better in my book.
But she isn’t. Damn. She’s actually just sitting on her bed, tying up her laced boots. They go up to mid-calf, and I’ve got half a mind to slam the door shut, with me on the inside, and demand she let me fuck her in them right now. There’s something about this girl and her clothes that just gets me jonesing for more when the timing ain’t ideal.
“Yeah?” She glances my way but is focused on doing the crisscross pattern of lacing her boots up.
“The cop’s here.”
“Why?” This gains her full attention.
