Sawyer
“Capone. Heard you saved my bouncer tonight. Whatcha doin' here?” I ask sitting in the booth across from JT.
He looks delectable in his gray three-piece pinstripe suit with his blonde gelled back on top of his head. His fedora and blazer lay beside him on the seat, and the white sleeves of his button-down were rolled up to his elbows. His silver and dark gray striped tie is loose enough that the top button is undone. There is a slight pink to his cheek and ears that tells me he is drunk or close to it.
“Needed a few drinks where I wouldn’t be bothered about work stuff. Also, I knew I would see, eventually,” he says with the grin of a cat who got his cream.
“You were right about seeing me at my club. So, did you just come here to drink, or is there something else you need?” I ask with a purr as I stroke his
Unknown Sawyer is all woman. She knows what she wants when she wants it. I respect that. I will give this vixen my dick on a plate if she wants. I’m that enthralled by her. I thought I was twisted, but this woman… I just met my match. I like her father, I still think my future president and I will get along well as friends. After seeing this man slice up that crooked pedophile of an ex-cop, I have high respect for Nate. I’m not sure whether he’ll shoot me dipping my stick in his daughter. There is only one way to find out. “I’ll fuck you now and still do my job so well that you’ll reward me with your pussy again before we say goodnight,” I reply. Her blue lips curl into a grin. “I need the help tonight, so I dare you to prove it.” Ah, shit. I really am in trouble with this one. I know one taste of the venomous rainbow beauty will never be enough. That’s okay. I’ll let her sink her fangs into me so often that’ll become
StormDrunk, sitting on a bar stool at Gator’s Den, was not how I was expecting this night to end. But I am grieving for the perceived woman I thought Sawyer would be. I wanted to come home to have her stake her claim on us, as Carley did to C.H.A.O.S. I wanted to be needed by her just as much as she needed us, again like Carley and C.H.A.O.S. I don’t know why I expected Sawyer to be Carley.I guess I’m envious of her relationship with C.H.A.O.S.?I’ll admit had romantic notions when, at first, JT, Jensen, and I were dating her. Then my mother and her mother hooked up. Carley and I had sex, and it felt wrong. She has become my friend and not a friend with benefits like Carley, JT, and Jensen. Just friends, almost as if she was an older sister instead. Someone I could idolize.It’s difficult not to love Carley. She is easy to love with her caring heart, smiling blue eyes, and soft nature. She is the
SawyerI'msitting inmy office after closing, waiting for the man who managed to surprise me tonight. Iwasn'texpecting my father to come inwiththe handsome biker, who seemedto knowexactly whatIneeded. He worked hard andI'mnot ashamed to say he more than earned his right to bend me over this desk. I even cleanedit offwhile twiddling my thumbs.Ineed thatman tohurry and walkthroughthat doorI'mstaring at while holding an envelope of cash for him.I'mpaying him under the table tonight for the help andI'mgoing to hire himtomorrow. I told Cruz to send him to me as soon as they were done cleaning.Come on tall, dark, and…fiddlesticks! I twirled the envelope right off the front of my desk. With a sigh of disgust at myself for being so distracted by a
JensenMy mouth is dry, and my head is pounding. I vaguely remember falling asleep in the car while JT chewed our asses out for drinking and fighting. The bikers started it. Storm and I finished it, is all. Were we supposed to let them beat us bloody?I like to fight, but I’m not a masochist. I don’t enjoy pain, but it helps to clear the brain. When I fight I can focus on it with blank uncluttered mine. I can’t meditate on shit, so the only way I can achieve mindfulness is while fighting. Or maybe I’m just hyper-focusing? I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid. There is a knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Jen. I brought you some painkillers, water, and hair of the dog.” “Thank you, wifey,” I
TraitorCarter “Hello, Orpheus. I’m surprised you are alive, little traitor. If Ryder or Storm were Griffen, you’d be dead. Traitors end up disintegrating in a barrel until they become traitor soup. Isn’t that right, Book?” Ajax asks after we load the bed of the truck and climb in. He is sitting behind me with a blade pressed against my cerebral vertebrae. Booker is in the backseat beside Ajax while Jensen starts the truck. I look up into the rearview mirror to see a curved knife against Ajax's throat with blood trickling down it. “I warned you before. Don’t call me Book,” he snarls at Ajax. I gulp. Sweat is sliding down my face. I’m about to die. I know it. Callum almost killed me and would have if it weren’t for Sawyer and Natalie the day Razor Grothman had me service, Julia Snipe. She could have raped Ransom that day, but there was no way I was going to let her do that. I was bad enough that Razor had scooped his eye out.Ransom was still my twin si
SawyerThe rapping of knuckles on the door this morning is the last thing I want to hear. It’s not just an innocent morning wake-up. Oh no! This starts a chain of events that will lead to a day where no amount of coffee will cure to keep me from shooting someone. Starting with whoever is at my door. Someone better be dying. I retch the entrance open with my gun pointed at whoever is there. “Woah there, Auntie S! Don’t shoot me yet.” Kassius. Katie screams for me and Darius walks blurry-eyed out of his room. I sigh, knowing well what this kid wants. Bre
Sawyer“Good morning, Seraph.” My father says, kissing me on the forehead like I was a small girl again. I missed my father while he was serving time in prison for gun running. It was short-term because he has a rich, influential family member who made sure the time spent being caught was a brief stay. “Morning, Daddy. You should have told me you were getting out the other day. I would have picked up or sent Carmen.” “I know, cherub, but I had something to do when I got out.” “Something like the pedophile dirty ex-cop. I got him fired Daddy to where he wouldn’t be able to work again,” I let out a frustrated sigh sitting at the table ac
StormWhen JT and I arrived at the Meyers’ house, we found Jensen and Carter in the backyard playing pirates while Jen’s parents watched the game from the porch. It’s been since we were teenagers that I’ve seen such a carefree look on my friends’ faces. My heart seizes inside my chest with the pain of regret. I should have allowed for more breaks from work, instead of taking one job after another in an endless loop. If I had done that, then maybe Carter would be mentally whole.Carter has Katie sitting on one shoulder holding her sword, with his sword in the other. They are fighting Darius, who is on Jensen’s shoulder while Jen holds onto him, getting sliced by Carter. I find it funny that the most guarded of us in a fight is the one who leaves himself wide open to being attacked while balancing a child.“Stoe!” Katie shouts, having spotted me. “You’re on