“I know. We’re getting ready in a few minutes. Thanks.”
“Congrats.” Despite the hiccup, I can’t stop the smile that comes to my face. There’s nothing that could take the joy away from me when it comes to my future with Vivian. All this other bullshit is inconsequential.
“Thanks.” I end the call and immediately video call Miles because I want to see his face.
“What did you do, Ivanov?” No need for a greeting because I’m not calling for niceties.
“I don’t appreciate your insinuation, West. I didn't do shit.”
“Are you telling me that this was purely an accident?” I look at him, and he shrugs. There is no artifice in his face or body language, but the man is a master liar and professional. He's been trained by mobsters in Vegas and has years of experience with the rest of the Riders to have learned so many tricks of the trade. I wonder if he’s telling me the truth.
“I'm telling you I had nothing to do with his death. If it was me, I would have made it way worse. The bastard took the easy way out, actually.”
“You think a helicopter crash was an easy way out?” I chuckled.
He nods slowly. “I would have tortured the fucker, but it's for the best because he was facing a long prison sentence. The charges on him were going to be insane, and I had enough to rack up decades’ worth of charges.”
“Is there anything else we can pin on that instructor?” I asked, wanting one of these assholes to pay.
“We have a couple of charges, although not much other than the shit we already have. Your attempted murder will get him twenty years if we can. I can make things happen in time, so don’t worry. It’s the little punk that bothers me. If he makes any moves, I’ll have him taken care of.”
“Yeah, I can agree with that shit.” Richie tried to make moves on my girl and if it wasn’t for my brothers, he might have been slick enough to get a little taste of her sweet lips and then he wouldn’t have made it out of that clubhouse. He’s lucky, I was feeling a bit magnanimous.
“Good. Now, I have to get back to work. My companies don’t run themselves. Besides, you need to put some clothes on before you take any more video calls. You’re lucky I didn’t have my woman in here.”
I laugh. “My bad. Talk to you later.”
“Hey,” Vivian calls out. I turn around. “Do you usually take video calls without a shirt?” Shit. I am lucky Elsa wasn’t there either because Vivian would have had my head too.
“Sorry, Trouble. I usually don’t, but something happened and I called to bitch Miles out. He also called me out for having no shirt on.”
“Good. What if he had a woman in there?”
“Sorry, but you know he doesn’t.” I smirk at her because there is no way that he would.
“Elsa could have been there,” she huffed, crossing her arms and making up a scenario that didn’t happen.
“He wishes, but you’re right, and it won’t happen again, babe.” I pull her close and kiss her nose.
“It’s glad you recognized that I’m right. Now, when are we moving in?”
“The movers are on their way to your house in three hours. Your mom has already started packing, but we have to get over there and get your things.”
“And you’re dragging your feet? Where are my panties,” she shouts, shoving me away and taking off running back to the bedroom.
“Baby, come back,” I holler, pulling them from my back pocket.
She peeks out from the bedroom door. “What? We have to hurry.”
“Looking for these?” I wave her panties in front of my face.
“Oh.” She comes to stand in front of me and tries to take them, but I raise them out of her reach. “Come on. Why are you playing?”
“Because I don’t like you with panties on.”
“Well, I don’t think you’ll like it when I bend over, stuffing my boxes with the movers there and they can see my entire kitty.”
I growl and pin her to the wall. Quickly, my fingers find her hole and I tease her clit. Working her pussy, I grunt and free myself. My mouth crushes hers, and then I warn her. “No one sees you like that. They can hear you orgasm with my name on your lips, but your body is mine. Always.”
