“Grim.” Salazar’s smooth, thickly accented voice filled the room.
“You know why I’m calling.”
“Sí. Leash is off, mi amigo.”
“You’re sayin’ what?” Grim clarified.
“Our mutual friend is no longer under my protection.”
“And?”
“Let your beast loose,” he answered with a dark laugh, “I want him to suffer.”
Fuck. I needed to bring Sasha back to the Crossroads to stay. No more work. No socializing. Not until Chamuco was dealt with.
“We have a mutual understanding, no?”
“Sure,” Grim replied smoothly, “We take care of the mess and you keep your hands clean.”
Salazar’s laugh was far too gleeful. “Ah, amigo, you will have some assistance. I’m sending one of my own.”
Grim frowned. “Who?”
“Angel.”
His own fucking nephew – Angel Mackenzie. Salazar wasn’t playing any more games.
Angel’s mother was Salazar’s only sister. She married a man who wasn’t Hispanic but his ties to the Cartel were strong. Didn’t stop Angel or his brother Gabriel from becoming the favorite of their uncle.
The last person we needed at the club was one of Salazar’s men. Angel was an arrogant cocksucker who demanded everything at his beck and call. I gave Grim a look and he shook his head.
“I’ll tolerate his presence for now, Salazar. Keep him in line. If he comes into the Crossroads, he needs to understand this is my club and my rules.”
“I understand you, Grim. Remember he is mi familia.” A gentle but clear warning.
“Good.”
The call ended and everyone at the table sat back, eyeing Grim and waiting for his next words.
“It’s war with Chamuco. We find him and we end him. Get everyone you want protected into the Crossroads by sunset. Tonight we hunt with our Reapers.”
“XENON HAS EYES ON ALL of the BSMC compounds and warehouses. If there’s movement, we’ll catch it. They’re spread wide on purpose which means we need to be smart,” Grim advised, speaking to me, Rael, and Mammoth alone. “Don’t forget when we took out Hector, or El Maestro with Acid’s men we only added to the list of shit stacked against us. Who knows who else is feelin’ like they need some retribution?”
I didn’t like it but he was right. Would more of relatives seek out the club once we took Chamuco out? Or any of the other Scorpions MC members?
“How does this affect the southern pipeline?” Rael looked grumpy as fuck. “Salazar expects things to run smoothly. He doesn’t want our personal vendetta to interrupt his suppliers or connections. If shit gets fucked-up he won’t be as civil as he was on the phone.”
The southern pipeline ran down to our national chapter in New Orleans. We moved a lot of product that way. Complications cost money. We didn’t need that kind of problem. Not until we could figure out how to break free from the contract we had with Salazar.
“I’m well aware,” Grim replied, lighting up a smoke. “For now, we’re good. Even with recent events, we’ve held up our end of the bargain. No shipments have been interrupted or confiscated. The Denali Brothers and their trucking company is making deliveries on time.”
“And if our transportation is compromised?” Rael wasn’t letting it go.
Grim leveled Rael with a determined, cold smile. “Then we deal with it.”
That didn’t sound good.
“A bridge we cross if and when it’s necessary,” Mammoth agreed.
Rael blew out a breath. “Alright.”
“I’m gonna keep Sasha close. It’s too risky to let her go anywhere without me.”
Grim nodded. “Agreed.”
“We’ve got Shadow watching both properties. You want him to stick around?”
“Until this over, switch out the prospects and keep someone there at all times. I don’t want shit to happen when we could have prevented it. Nothing is happening to that family on our watch.”
“Gina works two jobs. Those kids are vulnerable. Sasha is gonna want to bring them in.”
Grim sat back, taking finishing off his smoke. “Yeah. Let them stay here. It’ll keep Sasha here too.”
“Will do.” I stood, stretching, and cracking my neck and shoulders. “I’ll be in touch.”
SASHA GLANCED MY WAY as I left the chapel. Her eyes twinkled with emerald fire, roaming over my body from head to toe in obvious appreciation. Loved the way she openly checked me out. It was fuckin’ hot and warmed my blood with the thought she was all mine.
Her hips swished from side to side as she walked my way, proving she was still thinking of our morning and how I had fucked her up against the wall outside. When she was close enough, I tugged her roughly into my chest, my lips brushing hers.
“Gonna let me fuck you again, baby?”
She shivered. “I can still feel your cum between my thighs and I haven’t had nearly enough yet.”
Fuck me. A devious grin twitched my lips.
I grasped the back of her head, holding her firmly in place as I pressed my forehead to hers. “Gonna make you scream again and squirt all over me,” I whispered huskily, right before I swooped down and captured her mouth in a scorching kiss. She tasted like cinnamon bubblegum, and I swept her mouth with my tongue, longing for more, and needing to taste her in every way.
My craving for Sasha would never be completely appeased.
A moan escaped from between her lips as I pulled back slightly, noticing the way the plump flesh was swollen with the force of my kiss. My empty hands lowered to grab the rounded swell of her ass. Loved her curves. She could take me hard and everything I gave and that wouldn’t be possible with a super skinny chick. I preferred a woman with a little meat on her bones and some jiggle to her tits and ass. Sasha delivered in every way. A lethal combination for my heart with that sweet, tight pussy.
“Bodie.” Her voice was full of lust, desire, and need.
Instantly hard, I strained against the fly of my jeans as my hips rotated, pushing my erection into her thigh. “You need me,
