She twists around, rewarding me with a view down the front of her tiny tank top and a smile on her delicious lips. “Thank you.”
I clasp it around her wrist, the tips of my fingers grazing against her scars, “You never have to hide these from me. You’re fucking perfect, no matter what.”
I pepper soft kisses along her wrist and up the length of her arm. She lets out a soft moan, “Take me upstairs.”
How can I refuse? Business can wait another day. Tonight we celebrate Raven’s freedom and there’s no better way to do that than marking her again and again.
Epilogue
Tank
Ihave to get thesethoughts under control. Since I was shot, memories of Dia consume me fucking day and night. Tonight we party, but tomorrow we deal with club business. I’m the fucking VP of the Krymson Destroyers, I can’t afford the distraction. For years, I’ve pushed thoughts of Dia to the back of my mind. Walking away from her was best for everyone. I didn’t belong in her world and she wasn’t cut out for mine. My father disowned me, forcing me onto the streets at eighteen. That was no place for a girl like her. I had no job, no money and no future until Chainz took me in.
Even now, balls deep in the mouth of some patch whore, whose name I don’t even remember, it’s Dia I’m thinking of. I twist my fist into the whore’s hair, holding her head steady as I ram my thick cock down the back of her throat. I slide my length over her swollen lips and slam back into the warmth of her mouth as hard as I can, over and over. Like a good little whore, she takes me all in, gagging as my release shoots down her throat.
I pull out and watch her lick my taste off her lips. She rises from her knees and draws towards my face. “You like that baby?”
I shove her back, forcing her on her ass with a heavy thud. “Get the fuck out of here.”
I shouldn’t be such a dick, but I don’t want her slut mouth on mine. Not when it’s Dia’s plump red lips, I want to kiss. Tears well up in the whore’s eyes as she scrambles to her feet. “Fuck you, Tank. You’re such an asshole.”
“I’ve heard.” I tuck myself back into my pants. She storms back to the party, leaving me to wallow in my misery.
I slump back in the chair, removing a picture of Dia and a crumpled up piece of paper from my pocket. The picture has faded over the years, but Dia’s bright blue eyes still shine up at me. Those eyes could always see through my bullshit.
Straightening the creases of paper, I scan over the information Hound dug up.Dia Cross. I cringe as I read her name. She’s married and I have no one to blame but myself. I should have gone back for her. I pull my cell phone from my pocket and dial the number. I don’t know what I’ll say after all these years, but it’s the only way to close that chapter of my life and move on.
I fumble with the paper as the line rings. I’m just about to hang up when her angelic voice fills my ears, “Hello?”
I swallow hard, “Hey Angel.”
Our exchange is followed by awkward silence. I expect her to hang up on me, but she doesn’t. Her voice is just as sweet as I remember, “Reed, is it really you?”
“It’s me.” I push out. There are a thousand things I want to say to her, but I never will. “I wanted to hear your voice.”
“It’s been a long time. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from you,” she whispers, “Are you alright? Where have you been?”
I should tell her, but her tone is unsettling. “Why are you whispering?”
“I’m not alone, Reed. I shouldn’t be talking to you.”
Of course, she’s not alone. She’s married now to fucking Ben Cross, of all people. I want to reach into the phone and rip his fucking heart out through his throat. I have no right to think she wouldn’t have moved on, but I can’t figure out how she ended up with someone like him. Even as kids, he was a creep.
“It’s nice to hear your voice, Reed, but I have to go.”
I don’t know what I was expecting, but hearing her voice stirs my need even more. It might be wrong, but I can’t walk away from her again. “Goodbye, my angel.”For now.
“Goodbye.”
