Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) V. Theia (best classic literature TXT) 📖

wilder man than usual, which in turn made her crazy. “Get into the bathroom, Icy. Gonna see if I can live up to your nasty dreams.” He boasted, knowing fine well he outdid every dream she could have.

Unashamed by her nakedness, she all but flung herself from the warm bed and tiptoed lightly across the floor and into their private bathroom, Rider chuckling behind her.

She was prone over their his and hers sinks countertop when he sauntered in, closing the door behind him.

Navy eyes flared when he saw her, and it took seconds for him to fit himself at her back.

They watched their mirror images. The eroticism of it spiking her already too hot blood.

“Open your mouth, baby.” Rider gruffed. His mouth fixed to the side of her neck, watching her through the mirror. She opened obediently. Thank god he plugged her mouth with this thick thumb for her to suck, because he found her pussy from the back, and immediately nestled two fingers into her. Muffling her whisper of pleasure.

It was fast.

And so damn glorious.

A perfect way to start the day, she thought.

Even if she did leave deep teeth marks on Rider’s thumb.

* * *

It wasn’t a stretch to figure if Rex had a hand in the rebirth of the Raging Rebels, then he probably would have rekindled his love affair with the crooked mayor too. Rider wasn’t leaving anything to chance when he ruined his uncle.

Snake braced a shoulder on the wall inside the flower shop as they both surveyed through the window. Across the street was a gentleman’s club for those who had a big enough ego and the pricey membership fee. Clubs like that were for pretentious pricks, and Rider didn’t get wanting to sit around to brag and mental-fuck each other’s egos.

The florist was one of Souls businesses. A legit front with an underground gambling den. It was the original site. Now they had two more. Birdie, the woman who managed the place for him, didn’t pay the pair any attention other than to bring coffee. She was paid a lot to not ask questions.

“Catch a gander at who’s pulled up, Rider.” Snake announced. Joining his brother, Rider looked through the window in time to see a police cruiser pulling up outside. Officer Eager, aka Sofia Fielding, stepped out of the vehicle as the gentlemen's club's big black door swung open and out strode his uncle and the mayor. They were laughing it up, shaking hands and back-slapping like old fucking buddies. The officer stepped up to the mayor, and they shared quiet words before she nodded, accepted a package from him and climbed back into her cruiser, and then drove off.

“Nice little coven of corruption.” Rider murmured as he eyed his uncle deep in a conversation. They looked pally like this wasn’t the first time they’d met. Not even a minute later, after another car pulled up, Rider recognized one of his cousins behind the wheel. Rex laughed at something the mayor said and climbed in. Then the mayor got in his town car and left.

“Looked cozy as fuck.” Snake remarked as the pair traipsed through the florist shop and left out the back way to walk to their bikes.

“Least we have proof which cunt is funding Rex. It’s gonna be all the fuckin’ sweeter now we’re taking it from the mayor too.”

“Do you want to put a prospect on him?”

“Nah, we got all we need. Rex saw how big Tag’s fight was in January. He’s been making noise about investing more. The good ole mayor wants a foothold in the Souls via the back door.”

“He needs kicking out of the job.”

“One thing at a time, brother.” Rider smirked. “A man like him will burn himself without us having to do shit. The cop, though, she’s one to watch.”

Rider was right because it wasn’t half a day later when she pulled him over in his Ford Raptor. There was no reason to pull him. He had Zane in his car seat, which meant Rider would never drive over the limit. And his vehicles were always up to date. He leaned a forearm on the opened window and let her do her power-mad posturing.

“We done here? My kid needs feeding.”

“We’re done when I say we’re done.”

Rider held his smirk when his stare made her blush.

“Do your superiors know you’re harassing my boys and me?”

“If you have nothing to hide, there’s nothing to worry about being pulled over for a routine vehicle check.” She snapped, making a show of typing into her tablet. When she let him go, he looked through the rear-view mirror at her on the roadside, watching him drive away.

Yeah, she needed closer consideration, he thought.

His boys and prospects regularly used these roads to bring back the green or head out to the bunkers. The last thing he needed was to have her lurking in the bushes, waiting to bust them.

They knew she was hung up on Tag, had a shrine to him no less in her house, but being lovesick wasn’t gonna get her kicked off the force. Nah, he needed something deeper to get rid of her. Heading home, his youngest son sucking wildly on a pacifier, Rider put a call through to Grinder on speakerphone.

“Yo, Prez. What’s up?”

The tracker had been at home for the past few weeks enjoying his new son. He hadn’t wanted to call Grinder in if he could help it, but his brother had contacts in every department of law enforcement.

“Tag’s cop is working with the mayor and Rex.”

Grinder snorted, amused. “Can’t say it’s a surprise. Rex will suck any dick to get a sense of power back.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“You want me to look into the cop?”

“Yeah, if you can without tripping wires. She told Tag she transferred here