With the men who Chigger called the Elite, we don’t know who they are, but from what Nerd found, they’re not call the Elite, as the asshole said. No, these men are far more powerful. The information Nerd found with the help of Gadget, Keys, and Cy, the four of them found out those men were actually called the Supreme Masters. There’re no names mentioned in the files they were able to find, but with the help of Whip’s sister, they were able to confirm one thing. These are the men and women that are the backbone to what that Rivas bitch has been doing.
Right now, there’s not much we can do about it.
“I’m good,” I mutter and open the door to the clubhouse.
Music is playing but not too loudly. In the corner, some of the ol’ ladies are sitting amongst themselves. Harley sees me and lifts her hands and waves. Since claiming her as my little sister, she’s helped thaw out a part of my heart that had been hardened.
With a grin, I give her a chin lift and head to the bar. Aries places a beer on the bar top for me before I even sit down. He’d been wounded when we’d been ambushed and he’s finally getting back to his old self along with Cyprus.
I grab the beer and lift it to my lips. I turn around and face the room finding Lips eying me with her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth. I normally steer clear of her since she’s one to try and cling to me, but I gotta admit she didn’t get her name for nothing. She’s good with those lips of hers. However, tonight I don’t give a fuck.
I motion for her to come to me and when she does, I grab her hand and take her down one of the hallways, I’m not about to take her to my room. Fuck that and with Harley here, I’m not about to let her suck my dick in the main room.
Leaning against the wall, I sip my beer and signal for Lips to get on her knees. I pull my dick out and she immediately latches on to it. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of the warmth of her mouth suckin’ me off. With my free hand I grip her hair and start to fuck her mouth. The quicker I get my rocks off the faster I can get out of here.
I can feel myself getting there when all of a sudden Amaya pops into my head. No longer is it Lips sucking my dick into her mouth, it’s the shy, sweet woman who I shouldn’t be thinking of.
Fuck.
I open my eyes and stare down seeing it’s Lips’ mouth. Cum spurts out the tip of my dick and I’m done.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Pulling myself out of Lips’ mouth, I shove my now somewhat sated dick away. I’m not about to fuck the woman like she wants me to.
“Appreciated,” I grunt and at least help her up off the floor. I’m not a complete asshole. Releasing my grasp around her arm, I step away.
“Aren’t you going to take me to your room?” Lips purrs.
“Nope, got what I needed,” I mutter.
“But, Venom, I’m all wet from having your dick in my mouth,” she whines.
“Not gonna happen, go find someone else to fuck you,” I say and walk away, not giving her a chance to utter another word.
Heading for the door, I decide to go home, take a shower, and crash for the night.
Making it home, I head straight to my room and shower. Whip and I decided we’d rent this place rather than buy our own places, so when we found this house we both agreed it was what we needed. The house was three bedrooms and two of them were master size with their own bathroom.
Stripping out of my clothes, I step into the shower and turn the water on. The coldness of it doesn’t bother me when it first hits. I stand under the spray allowing the water to rain down on my skin as it heats up.
The ringing of my phone distracts me but I ignore it. I’ll check to see who it is when I get out.
I take my time and try to block out thoughts of everything needing a break from it all.
Sighing, I shut the water off, reach out, and grab a towel. I dry off and step out of the shower. I grab my phone off the counter and head to my room. I light up the screen to find I’d missed a call from my sergeant.
Shit.
He must be calling with details on the funeral for Terson.
Touching the call symbol, I put the phone to my ear while I grab a pair of sweatpants out of my dresser.
“Dawson,” he says soon as he answers.
“Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to miss your call. Everything okay?” I say, showing the man the respect he deserves.
“I wish it were, Dawson,” he mutters. “I’m sorry to have to call you and tell you but there’s been another murder. Lanston was found dead in his bed this morning.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Jennings goes on to tell me the details of what the police have informed him of. According to them he’d been found in the same position as Terson. They still needed to check for anything in his system but he’d gone out last night to a bar. They said he’d been approached by several women and a man had even sat near him and chatted for a minute. Due to the grainy security feed, they couldn’t make out the description of any of the women or the man he’d spoken to.
Lanston left alone and they’d found forced entry into his apartment. Whoever killed him left a bloody handprint behind on the sheets next to him. The killer had to have been on top of him from the position of the print.
At this point,
