Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

“Fuck, I love you,” he said as he tightened his hold in her hair. “Kiss me, gorgeous.”

Chloe’s smile was so big her cheeks cramped. “You got it, Rocket.” Their mouths met in a kiss of two people starved for each other. As though desperate to feel her skin, Logan released her hair and shoved his hands under her shirt without much finesse. She moaned as his rough fingertips scraped across the soft skin of her belly, igniting a trail of sparks. When his hands closed over her lace covered breasts, she whimpered and ground down on his rampant erection.

It was at that moment that the door flew open. “You’re goddamned right you get all of us,” Izzy announced as she burst into the room, completely at ease with the scene before her.

“Christ,” Jig muttered behind her. He held a hand across his eyes as he blindly reached for his woman. “Sorry folks. I’ll just grab her. You two go about your business.”

“What?” Izzy said with a shrug. “I’m just checking to make sure he’s not getting out of line in here.”

“Aww, Iz, you trying to protect me?” Chloe asked with a giggle as she tried to wriggle away from Logan’s greedy hands.

“Good looking out, Izzy, but Chloe can protect herself. Pretty sure she could take any one of us now,” Rocket said as he winked at her.

Though it was said with the lightness of jest, Chloe’s heart soared. He really did see the strength in her.

Jig’s hand finally captured Izzy’s arm. “We’re going now, kids,” he said. “Feel free to resume whatever it was we rudely interrupted. Let’s go, babe.” He tugged her out of the room.

“It’s not rude if it’s our house,” Izzy said, then laughed when Jig’s palm cracked across her ass.

“Lock that fucker on your way out,” Rocket called. “And pay no attention to whatever noises you may hear over the next few hours.”

Jig reached inside and flicked the lock before shutting the door.

“Few hours,” Izzy said. “You wish!”

Chloe broke out in a fit of giggles that only increased when Logan grumbled.

“Now,” he said, returning his hands to her breasts. He gave them a squeeze. “Where were we?”

Chloe leaned down. “I think you were about to tell me you love me again,” she whispered against his lips.

“You’re goddammed right I do.” He kissed her and Chloe felt like she could fly. Nothing had ever felt so right. She’d been through hell, but then she found a man who could handle hell with his hands tied behind his back.

EPILOGUE

2 WEEKS LATER

Rocket sat in the dark, his silenced pistol laying across his lap as he stared at the man just beginning to wake up.

With a yawn, the man opened his eyes and locked on Rocket. All vestiges of sleep disappeared in a snap as the man shot up.

“Didn’t think you’d be so surprised to see me, old man,” Rocket said as he lifted the gun and pointed it toward Esposito. He hadn’t wanted it to come to this, but Esposito left him no choice. He couldn’t be allowed to run around accepting unapproved kill contracts.

“My security?”

“Needs to be fired,” Rocket said with a shrug. “Though I suppose it doesn’t matter since they’ll all be out of a job in a few minutes anyway.”

Esposito’s eyes flicked to his night stand. Rocket chuckled. “Don’t bother. Your gun is empty now. Been out of the field too long, old man. It’s made you soft. I’ve been in here for a good twenty minutes while you slept like a baby.”

Esposito reached into the nightstand anyway and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Mind if I light up?”

“Knock yourself out,” Rocket said. “Those things’ll kill ya though.”

A snort was the only response he got. “What do you want?”

“You broke your own rule.

“And what rule would that be?” the old man asked as he flicked the lighter and sparked up the cigarette. Rocket had the urge to rip it from his fingers and jam it down his throat.

“Don’t get greedy. You used to preach that to us. All the time. Easiest way to save our own asses. Don’t get greedy. And here you are, taking on unsanctioned hits for mega cash.”

“Yeah, well I found something out along the way,” Esposito fired back. He sucked in a drag then blew out a cloud of smoke.

Rocket lifted an eyebrow.

“I like being fucking rich. This is about Chloe isn’t it? Has nothing to do with the jobs I take. You’re pissed because I let Lefty loose in her house.” He shrugged. “Heard it all worked out in the end.”

Rocket didn’t say anything. Let the old man think what he liked. He found himself on Rocket’s hit list the moment Rocket discovered one of the targets was a child. If those were the jobs Esposito was taking, the man couldn’t be allowed to walk the planet.