For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

“No, they didn’t have to. I can pick up context clues and body language just fine. I also saw an AN tattoo. I’m sure he’d give you a valid story about it, but my gut says Aryan Nation.”

“Shit,” I whisper.

“Since Mouth couldn’t convert members, I guess he’s bringing in those from the outside.”

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m not,” she says.

I glance down and catch her sadness, before she locks it away and puts on a smile. She elbows my side and I grunt.

“Look happy,” she hisses.

I wipe the mean mug off my face. It’s going to be a long night.

~~

I pull D’Rose outside the tent and lead her to an oak tree. The cool air is a relief from the heat happening inside the tent. The dance floor has been full with people dancing. The tables are crowded with brothers catching up and sharing road stories. The alcohol is flowing and Scott is keeping his mouth shut. I’m ignoring him for the most part, but watching him on the sly. I can’t believe his appearance is a coincidence. My father is up to something. I’ve only seen Charm once, briefly, so he’s not a viable source of enlightenment. I place my hands on either side of her head and press our lower bodies together. “I’ve missed you.”

She laughs. “You’ve been with me every second tonight.”

“With you, not in you.”

“So, you’re saying you miss my pussy?” she asks sassily.

Her words make my dick twitch. “Shit, I love it when you get nasty, babe.”

“I learned from the best,” she says with a wink.

“There’s a lot I’d like to show you right now, but I’ll keep myself in check. If anyone here even sees a part of your ass, I’d be ready to kill them.”

She bites her lower lip.

“You like it when I go alpha, don’t you?”

“Hate to break it to you, love, but you’re alpha all the time.”

I bend down and nip at her neck. “And you love that shit.”

She moans. “I do.”

When I rock against her, she hooks her leg around my hip and I laugh. “You’re bold as hell.”

“It takes a strong woman to hold down an alpha,” she pants.

The roar of an engine pulls my attention from the woman beneath me. A small silver compact parks haphazardly.

“Fuck, I think that’s Pixie,” D’Rose says.

The tiny aforementioned woman gets out of the car and runs full tilt toward the tent.

“Shit,” I hiss. I jog for the tent with D’Rose on my heels.

“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Bolton barks. The bass in his voice is impressive. He grabs his grandmother’s arms and yanks her away from the circle of people surrounding the dance floor. “Are you really coming here trying to ruin this day for them? What kind of mom are you? Newsflash, we all lost Grandpa and it was Calla’s fault.”

“That is your mother you’re defaming.”

“She did that herself, what I’m doing is speaking truth,” Bolton snarls. In that moment, he looks so much like Shadow it’s scary.