Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

His phone rings from somewhere on the floor, but he doesn’t act as if he’s going to answer it. He rolls over and pulls me with him, nuzzling his nose into the back of my neck.

“Asia is like the heel from a loaf of bread. Everyone touches it but nobody wants it.”

This makes Crow laugh, but it’s true. “She’s one of the girls that does porn and today I recorded her. That’s it.”

That stupid tramp really got under my skin today her smart ass mouth and ego was unattractive.

“Did you want to have sex with her?”

He sighs, his hot sticky breath on the back of my neck.

“I want to have sex with you.”

His arm snakes around my body and grabs my chin, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip.

“Really?” My voice suddenly gone, my question comes out breathy. Crow wanted me over some porn star.

“I need you to understand I’m in a weird place right now, Maybelline, but wherever I go, if you trust me… I’ll take you with me.”

Confusion pulls at my face, I have no idea what he’s talking about being in a weird place. Is he thinking about opting out of the Kings? Or is being patched in making him do things he doesn’t want to do but he doesn’t want to lose whatever we have having to do said things.

Situating my head on his pillow, I try and think on it and reason with myself. As hard as I tried to stay away from the Kings, Crow somehow weaved his way into my life and now I have feelings for him and if he wants in with the Kings, I’m not going to like everything he’s doing. In fact, I know I won’t. But, I’ve known the club as long as I can remember, hell they’re like family. The kind you groan under your breath when they show up to family functions, but still family. I know the Kings would help me if I ever needed them, so I need to move on from my parents and what they did to me and my sister and stand behind Crow if I want to have a life. If I keep living in the past, there will be no future which means I’ve never lived.

I wake up feeling hot and sore, Crow’s arm is thrown over me, making it hard for me to breathe. Wiggling out from under him, I kick the blankets off and slide to the edge of the bed. Lightning strikes from outside, daylight just beginning to brighten the sky and I can see his room fully. He has burgundy sheets, his walls bare, and a dresser across the room. It’s bare. Simple. Needing to pee, I stand up and cross my arms across my chest to cover my bare breasts. Stepping out of the room, I slowly tread down the hall until finding a door on the left. Pressing my hands on the door to push it open, I find it’s the bathroom.

Going in, I pass a bare sink and sit on the toilet next to the shower and tub. A bottle of Head and Shoulders sits on the bottom of the fiberglass next to the drain. Wiping, I stand up and look at myself in the spotless mirror. There’s not even a toothbrush or comb to be seen. The air conditioning kicks on, air shooting up through the rusty vent in the floor and up my legs causing goose bumps to rise up my limbs. Shivering, I head back to the bedroom and open a drawer from his dresser to find one of his shirts. Dime says the best feeling in the world is wearing a man’s shirt.

Biting my lip, I dig into the top drawer of shirts until my hands hit something hard. Curious, I grab it and pull it out. It’s a wallet. Eyes looking at Crow asleep on the bed one more time, I snatch his wallet and open it, looking for a license. My eyes widen, my mouth parting. Falling back on my ass, I gasp with shock at what I find.

A gold and blue badge. A card that has DEA in blue, below that a picture of him that says Office of the Administrative. Drug Enforcement Administration.

Lennox Sharp.

Oh my God! What is this? Is it fake? A Halloween gag?

Shaking my head, I look at the picture on the card. His hair is a little shorter but those eyes and that jaw. It’s Crow. He’s a fucking DEA agent!

“Maybelline, let me explain.”

12

Maybelline

Sitting on the floor, I stare up at Crow, or Lennox, whatever the hell his name is! I’m scared, hurt, and confused. His head is slightly tilted down letting his hair fall into his eyes, his lips parted and jaw tight. His chest bare, reminding me of what we did last night twice, as he holds his bed sheet around his hips to cover his torso.