Wrecked (Dueling Devils 3)

Maybe her fun-loving biker lived behind a mask too. Intrigued and in agreement, Gia

nodded her head. “Okay, let’s go.” I need to be smarter than this or she’s going to eat me alive.

The thoughts of what Mylandra would do if she took her cleared the haze from Gia’s head. There were so many ways to torture-pleasure other than pain. Making them enjoy what they hated,

playing with the natural physical responses of the body, could break the hardest man or woman down. She had no desire to be on the receiving end of Mylandra’s games ever again. A wise woman knows when to re-group. Going with Lefty now doesn’t take the control out of my hands.

She talked herself down from the panic clawing its way up from the pit of her belly. “Okay, you win.” She deferred to his judgment, ignoring the burning sting to her pride. Giving over control to anyone made her sick, but she craved the closeness.

“Hey. I’m not competing. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

The honesty in his gaze made her glance at the floor, ashamed. D.D. was full of some scary motherfuckers, but they were family, which meant they looked out for one another. Regardless of their wrap sheets, they had a sense of community and family she’d never experienced before.

He couldn’t understand how hard this simple act was for her. “I know.”

A tense moment of quiet passed between them.

“Come on, G.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tucking her to his side.

Lefty had a way about him. The charmer always made her feel safe and cared for. It’s why

she’d continued with him when Demon bowed out. She liked sex, but she preferred to keep it casual, that’s why she went for ménages. Most of the people involved were only looking for a good time. She’d screwed up with D and Lefty. They were her friends first, and adding sex to the equation made her catch feelings. Affection was the drug she craved. One hit and she couldn’t stop, then the withdrawal was painful. It wasn’t about love, but closeness. The feel of their bodies pressed up against her, keeping her warm and safe. The playful sexcapades in the shower and the sound of their deep breathing as the lullaby she fell asleep to nightly. As she ran through the events leading up to now in her mind, she conceded this had always been coming.

She connected with Lefty on a level she hadn’t been sure she was capable of. Shitty time to find out I can.

Outside, he studied her as she climbed onto the back of his bike. An odd half smile lined his lips.

“What?”

“You look damn good on the back of my bike, Gia.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“I think you need to reverse that statement. I’ve never been a man who wants much, but

what I do want…I always get. No matter what that luscious mouth of yours says. I see the truth reflected in those wicked eyes of yours, babe. You and I are going to happen.”

He turned on the engine before she could respond and she laughed. Only this man could

make her feel an ounce of joy on the day her life began to collapse in on itself as past and present collided headfirst.

CHAPTER THREE

The annoying buzz of a phone pulled him from the much needed sleep. Lefty grabbed the phone and pulled it to his ear. “Hello.”

“You said to call you when I found something and I got a shit ton.”

Clue. He sat up in bed and sighed. “How bad is it?”

“Mylandra is a bad bitch, Left. I wouldn’t want Gia anywhere near her.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Is she here? Can you tell why?”

“Apparently, she wants to expand her business into the white powder franchise.”

“Of course she does, nothing goes better with hookers than blow.”

Clue snickered. “That’s one way to look at it.”