Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

I doubt they’d like me if they met me. I’m not what they’d want for their smart DEA son. I’m trailer trash that lives on the wrong side of Georgia.

He scoffs. “I’ll be disowned I’m sure, but as much love as they had for me, I never felt like I truly belonged there, ya know. Church on Sundays, big house, and manners. No matter how much they tried to instill the good into me, I couldn’t help but always see the bad.”

“Because you’re meant to be an outlaw.”

He nods. “Yeah, my father who was killed was not a good guy and his DNA is inside me. A classic nature versus nurture scenario. I probably would have walked the fine line my whole life if I hadn’t gotten appointed to this case and was put back into where I actually belonged the whole time.”

Biting my lip, I can’t help but think of a tiger captured in the wild and put in a zoo, the first time it’s given freedom, that animalistic instinct kicks in and everything it was taught inside the zoo is in hindsight. Crow is that tiger, this is his wild. Him going back to his adoptive family and job is a cage. I cling to him a little tighter, hoping my light helps brighten the darkness that eats him inside. I hate how much I want him, to see him smile at me, and touch me. I’m addicted to his rough touch and hard eyes and will do anything I can to help him.

“Maybelline, you found the badge which makes you a part of this whether you want it or not. And if this all goes down the wrong way, we’ll either die or be put into witness protection.”

Oh my God, no! Sliding away from him, my head falls into my hands and I wish I never snooped. The fucking badge is like a magic crystal ball telling me everything even if I don’t want to know it. I’ll have to relocate and hide for the rest of my life, that means I need to tell Dime so she can come with me. There’s no way I’m leaving her behind. God, I don’t want to leave our life behind. It might not be a fancy one but this place is our home. I become angry, pissed that at the end of this I might not get to be with Crow or my sister.

“Well, then we need to figure this out because I’m not going into witness protection, and I’m not getting killed.” It’s just not an option, not when my life finally has taken off and I’ve found someone to care about besides my sister and myself.

“I agree.” Standing up, he steps over me and opens a drawer, pulling out some clothing. Turning around, his smooth ass in view he pulls up some black Hanes briefs.

God, his ass is perfect. No, I’m angry at him for getting me into this. I want to help him but not at the cost of my own flesh and blood. I need Dime as much as she needs me. Making myself look away, I grit my teeth.

“I need to open the café.” My voice cracks with emotion, the instinct to flee and hide is overwhelming but most important. I need to get to Dime. I need to know she’s okay and safe.

“Get Dime to do it, you’re not going anywhere.”

My head snaps up at his statement and it occurs to me that until this is resolved, I’m Crow’s prisoner. I might be a submissive but I also have a mind of my own and if I need to take Dime and run, I fucking will! But deep down I know my heart will break for Crow… he’s touched my soul in a way I can’t forget.

Crow

Pulling on a black shirt, I run my hand through my hair to tame it back, Maybelline is sitting on the bed dressed with her legs crossed and hands clasped in her lap. I cannot believe my cover was blown that easily. What the fuck was I thinking bringing her over here last night? Either way, it was just a matter of time before my identity was out the way my fucking boss kept calling me to check in and my lack of information was pissing him off. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone else has been assigned to the case and I have no clue who it is. Ruin, North, Bear, I’ve come to respect all of them and feel more at home when I’m with them than I ever have on the force. I knew I was flipping but didn’t want to admit it, not until now when I have to decide between Maybelline or my career. Maybelline reminds me of my childhood, that feeling I had with my dad before he died and the crows came.