“Did you win?” Grace asked.
“Fuck, no. I wasn’t that drunk. I only have the long barbell through the head of my cock. I just had to show them I wasn’t afraid to get it done.”
“Why would you do something you didn’t really want to do?”
“Baby, my men are sharks; they smell fear, they attack. I didn’t care one way or the other about the piercing. I just didn’t want a newbie doing it.”
“I’m glad you don’t remember if it hurt. Who won the contest? Never mind. I don’t want to know. What did the men say when they sobered up?”
“They were mad as hell. Colton didn’t come around the clubhouse for a couple of months.”
“So it doesn’t hurt you when you have sex?”
“It pinches a little.”
“Then why don’t you take it out?”
“Because I like a little bit of pain when I fuck.” His blunt way of talking had her body becoming damp again.
Ice rolled to his side, laying her back against the bed. “The bathroom’s through which door?”
“The one on the left.”
He unashamedly got out of bed, walking naked across the room. With his back to her, Grace was able to stare at his ass unnoticed until he closed the door behind him.
She fell back against the bed, pulling a pillow over her face. She was smart enough to know she was in over her head, and if she didn’t tread carefully, she would drown. When he came back, she would tell him he needed to leave. She wouldn’t give him the option of staying.
The bathroom door opened, and Grace lifted the pillow as Ice came out, walking back to the bed. He placed a knee on the bed, reaching down to pull the thicker blanket upwards.
Grace flung the pillow to the side, reaching out to touch the still semi-hard cock, gently touching the metal balls on each side of the tip.
“I think it’s too late for you to drive home tonight.”
Chapter 18
Ice stared at the tall office building, wishing Desmond would hurry the fuck up. His meeting with the City Council was already running over an hour late. The meeting was supposed to be a quick one after lunch, not a two-hour session.
His boot tapped impatiently against the brick wall of the building he was leaning against as he surveyed his surroundings, making sure nothing had changed within the last minute he had checked.
He was fucking tired, debating internally if he was going to make the long ride to Grace’s tonight. He had gone from seeing her one night a week to three, sometimes four, and it was beginning to catch up to him. He couldn’t afford to be tired when he and his men were on alert, waiting for Deacon to make his move, especially when his information led him to believe it was going to be soon.
The last six weeks, his time was split between his responsibilities to the Predators and Grace. She had tried to backpedal after their first night together, keeping them from having sex by inviting CeCe over to play cock-blocker. Then she had used her little shit as a reason for him not to come over, explaining the traumatic effect their relationship was having on her dog. Ice wanted to traumatize the dog but behaved himself, explaining that she might be giving him too many treats because she was constantly handing him one every time Ice shut it out of her bedroom. It was getting so fat it couldn’t jump on her couch anymore. The vet had even reprimanded her and put the dog on a diet.
The glass door to the building he was watching opened and the members of the council started coming out. They stayed out front, milling around as the doorman sent for their cars. Ice straightened, seeing Desmond talking to another member of the council, wanting to yell at him to get in his fucking car waiting by the curb.
Ice saw a flash of movement at the side of the building before three men were on Desmond as two cars sped around the corner, coming to a screeching stop in the middle of the road and blocking in the cars waiting for the council members.
Ice and his men moved as Deacon’s men climbed out of one of the cars with guns and the front car’s back door was flung open from the inside.
Jackal, Fade, and Max took care of the men going for Desmond, grabbing him, and getting him away from his attackers. They threw him in a car with Buzzard at the front who was not blocked by the cars, mistakenly believing it belonged to a shopper. It was a ratty, old black Ford, so they hadn’t thought to block it from leaving.
While Buzzard peeled out, taking Desmond to safety, Ice and the rest of his men went for the cars. His men who were closer fired, dropping the ones who were armed and the fleeing ones who had tried to kidnap Desmond.
Ice pulled out his gun, firing and killing the driver of the first car before he left the alley. Running to the side of the second car’s driver’s window, he used the butt of his gun to break the glass as the driver tried to change gears. The car began moving backwards, almost hitting several council members stupid enough to flee that way. That was the only good thing about shoot-outs in public—people running for their lives made shitty witnesses.
“Stop or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
As the car stopped moving, Ice jerked the door open, yanking the driver from the car and throwing him on the ground.
“Jackal?” Ice yelled.
“Got most of them,” Jackal answered, throwing one he had knocked unconscious to the ground.
Ice placed his booted foot on the back of the driver. “Search the back of the car. I didn’t see anyone, but make sure.”
Jackal opened the back of the car. “Clear.”
“Get them loaded into the cars quick. The cops will be here any second,” Ice ordered.
His men shoved everyone into the two cars. Ice jerked out the dead driver, throwing him out onto the pavement. Getting behind the wheel, he sped off down the deserted street.
He drove through the large city, coming to an older building used to manufacture socks. He headed to the parking garage which was guarded, and his man opened the gate, letting them inside. Ice pulled to a freight elevator and came to a stop then got out and ordered his men to get Deacon’s men inside.
“Jackal, Max.”
Both men came to his side.
“Jackal, you warned Deacon?” Ice asked, wanting to be fair.
“Yeah.”
“Go get him,” Ice ordered coldly.
“You got it.”
After he watched his men leave, Ice went to the empty freight elevator, going inside and pulling down the door with a loud bang.
Deacon would be waiting for a return attack and be surrounded with men. Deacon thought that, because he had hired so many men, he would be safe. Dumb fucker hadn’t taken into account the men he had hired were inexperienced, counting on the larger force. Ice had hired fewer men, but what he lacked in numbers, they had in experience.
Ice whistled as the elevator descended. He was going to have more time to spend with Grace. He was going to end all Desmond’s problems with Deacon today. He might even take the little shit a treat tonight.
* * *
Ice had already shot Deacon in both kneecaps and hips when his cell phone rang.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“Ice, your old lady has a problem.” Snake was one of two recruits placed to watch over Grace when he wasn’t with her.
“What’s going on?” Ice asked, watching Deacon’s blood drip to the concrete floor he was hanging above.
“Fuck, no. I wasn’t that drunk. I only have the long barbell through the head of my cock. I just had to show them I wasn’t afraid to get it done.”
“Why would you do something you didn’t really want to do?”
“Baby, my men are sharks; they smell fear, they attack. I didn’t care one way or the other about the piercing. I just didn’t want a newbie doing it.”
“I’m glad you don’t remember if it hurt. Who won the contest? Never mind. I don’t want to know. What did the men say when they sobered up?”
“They were mad as hell. Colton didn’t come around the clubhouse for a couple of months.”
“So it doesn’t hurt you when you have sex?”
“It pinches a little.”
“Then why don’t you take it out?”
“Because I like a little bit of pain when I fuck.” His blunt way of talking had her body becoming damp again.
Ice rolled to his side, laying her back against the bed. “The bathroom’s through which door?”
“The one on the left.”
He unashamedly got out of bed, walking naked across the room. With his back to her, Grace was able to stare at his ass unnoticed until he closed the door behind him.
She fell back against the bed, pulling a pillow over her face. She was smart enough to know she was in over her head, and if she didn’t tread carefully, she would drown. When he came back, she would tell him he needed to leave. She wouldn’t give him the option of staying.
The bathroom door opened, and Grace lifted the pillow as Ice came out, walking back to the bed. He placed a knee on the bed, reaching down to pull the thicker blanket upwards.
Grace flung the pillow to the side, reaching out to touch the still semi-hard cock, gently touching the metal balls on each side of the tip.
“I think it’s too late for you to drive home tonight.”
Chapter 18
Ice stared at the tall office building, wishing Desmond would hurry the fuck up. His meeting with the City Council was already running over an hour late. The meeting was supposed to be a quick one after lunch, not a two-hour session.
His boot tapped impatiently against the brick wall of the building he was leaning against as he surveyed his surroundings, making sure nothing had changed within the last minute he had checked.
He was fucking tired, debating internally if he was going to make the long ride to Grace’s tonight. He had gone from seeing her one night a week to three, sometimes four, and it was beginning to catch up to him. He couldn’t afford to be tired when he and his men were on alert, waiting for Deacon to make his move, especially when his information led him to believe it was going to be soon.
The last six weeks, his time was split between his responsibilities to the Predators and Grace. She had tried to backpedal after their first night together, keeping them from having sex by inviting CeCe over to play cock-blocker. Then she had used her little shit as a reason for him not to come over, explaining the traumatic effect their relationship was having on her dog. Ice wanted to traumatize the dog but behaved himself, explaining that she might be giving him too many treats because she was constantly handing him one every time Ice shut it out of her bedroom. It was getting so fat it couldn’t jump on her couch anymore. The vet had even reprimanded her and put the dog on a diet.
The glass door to the building he was watching opened and the members of the council started coming out. They stayed out front, milling around as the doorman sent for their cars. Ice straightened, seeing Desmond talking to another member of the council, wanting to yell at him to get in his fucking car waiting by the curb.
Ice saw a flash of movement at the side of the building before three men were on Desmond as two cars sped around the corner, coming to a screeching stop in the middle of the road and blocking in the cars waiting for the council members.
Ice and his men moved as Deacon’s men climbed out of one of the cars with guns and the front car’s back door was flung open from the inside.
Jackal, Fade, and Max took care of the men going for Desmond, grabbing him, and getting him away from his attackers. They threw him in a car with Buzzard at the front who was not blocked by the cars, mistakenly believing it belonged to a shopper. It was a ratty, old black Ford, so they hadn’t thought to block it from leaving.
While Buzzard peeled out, taking Desmond to safety, Ice and the rest of his men went for the cars. His men who were closer fired, dropping the ones who were armed and the fleeing ones who had tried to kidnap Desmond.
Ice pulled out his gun, firing and killing the driver of the first car before he left the alley. Running to the side of the second car’s driver’s window, he used the butt of his gun to break the glass as the driver tried to change gears. The car began moving backwards, almost hitting several council members stupid enough to flee that way. That was the only good thing about shoot-outs in public—people running for their lives made shitty witnesses.
“Stop or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
As the car stopped moving, Ice jerked the door open, yanking the driver from the car and throwing him on the ground.
“Jackal?” Ice yelled.
“Got most of them,” Jackal answered, throwing one he had knocked unconscious to the ground.
Ice placed his booted foot on the back of the driver. “Search the back of the car. I didn’t see anyone, but make sure.”
Jackal opened the back of the car. “Clear.”
“Get them loaded into the cars quick. The cops will be here any second,” Ice ordered.
His men shoved everyone into the two cars. Ice jerked out the dead driver, throwing him out onto the pavement. Getting behind the wheel, he sped off down the deserted street.
He drove through the large city, coming to an older building used to manufacture socks. He headed to the parking garage which was guarded, and his man opened the gate, letting them inside. Ice pulled to a freight elevator and came to a stop then got out and ordered his men to get Deacon’s men inside.
“Jackal, Max.”
Both men came to his side.
“Jackal, you warned Deacon?” Ice asked, wanting to be fair.
“Yeah.”
“Go get him,” Ice ordered coldly.
“You got it.”
After he watched his men leave, Ice went to the empty freight elevator, going inside and pulling down the door with a loud bang.
Deacon would be waiting for a return attack and be surrounded with men. Deacon thought that, because he had hired so many men, he would be safe. Dumb fucker hadn’t taken into account the men he had hired were inexperienced, counting on the larger force. Ice had hired fewer men, but what he lacked in numbers, they had in experience.
Ice whistled as the elevator descended. He was going to have more time to spend with Grace. He was going to end all Desmond’s problems with Deacon today. He might even take the little shit a treat tonight.
* * *
Ice had already shot Deacon in both kneecaps and hips when his cell phone rang.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“Ice, your old lady has a problem.” Snake was one of two recruits placed to watch over Grace when he wasn’t with her.
“What’s going on?” Ice asked, watching Deacon’s blood drip to the concrete floor he was hanging above.
