Burning Desire (Condemned Angels Series #1) Page 11

  “Chase…” he warned me to back down.

  “We will get to the bottom of it and go over everything with a fine toothed comb.” Jeremy patted his father’s shoulder.

  “And Roxy’s safety?”

  “The most important thing is to keep my family out of harm’s way. You keep doing what you’re doing, Chase.” He encouraged me, which was something new for him. Is the old man going soft on me now? Ha, yeah fucking right.

  We heard commotion and glass breaking outside church, and we all stood and rushed out.

  “What the fuck?” Jeremy shouted. We all stood back, taking in the scene in front of us.

  Rox and Monica were going at it, grabbing each other by the hair, until Roxy pushed her down and straddled her waist, getting a few good punches in.

  “You fucking bitch!” Monica screamed as Roxy clocked her one right in the nose.

  “Fuck you, you cunt. You stay the fuck away from Chase- I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill you with my own two hands.”

  “I would, if he’d stay away from me! I was just at his house the other night- right after he left you. Why don’t you ask him?” Oh, here we fucking go. I ran over to Roxy and pulled her off while Jeremy and Hunter, one of my right hand men, pulled Monica up off the floor as Monica kicked her feet at Rox.

  “Get her out of here!” I yelled as I pushed Rox to the kitchen, which looked like a war zone. The club girls scattered out of there.

  “Mind telling me what the fuck that was about?”

  “Why don’t you tell me?” She shoved at me as she put her hair up in a messy bun. Her lip was busted and her hoodie was torn open, exposing her chest in a tight black tank top, which momentarily distracted me.

  “Tell you about what?” I grabbed a handful of ice and threw it in a towel and handed it to her.

  “Was she at your place?” She glared over at me.

  “That’s not important.”

  “What?” Her eyes narrowed at me.

  “Yes, fuck- she was at my house, but I kicked her ass out.”

  “Oh my god.” She threw the towel down and walked away from me.

  “Rox.”

  “Don’t you Rox me, you son of a bitch. I trusted you! We didn’t even use...” I hushed her looking around to make sure Jeremy or her father wasn’t within hearing radius.

  “Don’t shush me, you asshole. How can I believe you? Hmm? Tell me right now.”

  I couldn’t tell her…

  “I…” I rubbed the back of my neck.

  “That’s what I thought.” She pushed past me.

  I grabbed her wrist.

  “Fucking listen to me, Rox!”

  “You can’t even say it!”

  “Look, she was in my house when I got home, she tried to do some shit but I told her it was over. Period. She is probably trying to get a rise out of you because she knows that...” I stopped myself. I couldn’t tell her.

  “Knows what?” She looked up at me with those brown eyes, her eyebrows knit together. Fuck me.

  “Baby… I” I pulled her into the hallway where we were hidden from view. I pulled her to me, cupping her face. Her head tilted back and her lips parted. Even going a few rounds with Monica left her on edge, full of adrenaline, her lip swollen and a crazy look in her eye. I licked my lips. She was fighting wanting to touch me. Stubborn. Just tell her you love her, you dumb fuck.

  “Chase DeLuca, I swear…” She pushed at my chest but I held her tight.

  “I promise, nothing happened.” I stared her in the eye.

  “Chase! Time to go.” Moretti’s voice boomed in the clubhouse, I immediately let her go. God knows what he’d do if he knew I was even touching Rox, let alone sleeping with his daughter.

  “I gotta jet. Hunter will take you home. Get some ice on that.” I ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip

  “Fine,” she grumbled.

  CHAPTER 19

  ~ Roxy ~

  After the boys headed out, I dialed Nicole.

  “Hey babe, what’s going on?”

  “Fucking Chase.”

  “What did he do? Do I need to kick his ass?”

  “Not yet. I found out Monica was at his house that night he was with me…twice!”

  “Say what?!”

  “Exactly. I don’t know what to do. I just beat her ass.”

  “Fucking good! Where are you? I’m about to head out of here. I’m just putting some stuff away.”

  “I’m at the club. But don’t worry, Hunter is taking me home.”

  “Hunter?”

  “Yeah, Chase’s right hand man, I don’t know. Apparently him and Chase go way back- who knows. We will meet you at the house then?”

  “Yeah babe, see you soon.”

  As soon as I got off the phone with her, a tall dark and handsome hunk of a man came walking up to me. His black hair was in an Adam Levine style. He wore a black beater under his cut, which was filled with patches. He must have been 6’ 3”, a gym rat body and tattoos for days. His strong features made me swoon- he was hot. He was no Chase, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view.

  “I hope you won,” he stated.

  “What’s that?” I shook my head out of my “slow- mo check out”.

  He pointed to my mouth.

  “Yeah, I fucking did. Hunter, I suppose?” I laughed.

  “Yeah, come on. I’m taking you home, per Chase’s orders.”

  “I bet.” I grabbed my purse and followed him out to his dark gray Cadillac Escalade pick-up.

  I noticed Nicole’s BMW in the driveway as we pulled up.

  “Honey, I’m home,” I called out. Nicole was cooking up a storm in the kitchen making a pot of fresh chili and corn bread.

  “Hey! Please tell me that bitch looks worse than you,” she said as she wiped her hands on a towel and inspected my face. Nicole is such a domestic woman. I love her.

  “Yes, I’m fine- don’t worry, mama bear.” I smacked her hand away and let Hunter in.

  Nicole stopped in her tracks as she gawked at him.

  “Hey.” He had a side smirk. “You must be Nicole.”

  She put out her hand to greet him. “Yes, I must be.”

  “Oh come on, I practically know you already.” He scooped her up in a big bear hug.

  She squealed in delight.

  “Oh boy.” I shook my head at them while getting a bowl out of the cupboard, dishing up some chili and started to head to the living room.

  “Something smells good.” I heard Jeremy say coming in from the back door.

  He stopped in his tracks once he saw Nicole wrapped up in Hunter’s arms. He tried to quickly compose himself. I started laughing as I continued my way to the living room.

  ~ Jeremy ~

  This motherfucker. I come home to my house smelling fucking amazing, picturing Nicole running around the house in something skimpy like a little apron, just begging for it. Instead, I got to walk into my own house to find Chase’s friend all over my woman. I mean… technically she isn’t mine, yet.

  “Jer.” Nicole quickly shot out of Hunter’s arms, her cheeks instantly turned red. She pushed her hair out of her face.

  “What are you making me?” I said walking over to the stove, lifting the lid to the bubbling pot.

  “Turkey chili, just how you like it. Hot and spicy.” Fucking right! She bent over to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge. I watched as Hunter’s eyes immediately glued to her ass. Then he looked at me with that dumb ass look and a wink. He wanted her. Oh no the fuck you don’t, buddy.

  Nicole took a long drink from her bottle. She was still in her work clothes- tight capri black leggings that encased her long lean legs and perfectly round ass and a racer back tank top, pushing her perfect breasts up for my viewing pleasure. She had kicked off her shoes at some point and let down her hair, she looked like she belonged here. In my house, in my kitchen, cooking MY goddamn chili.

  “Thanks for lunch, Nic.” I pulled her into my chest and hugged her tight to m
y chest. I buried my chin in her long hair and stared up at Hunter with a smirk on my face. My silent “she’s mine, fuck off” face should have come in loud and clear to him.

  Nicole giggled and pulled away from me, “It’s just chili. Fall back, Jeremy.” She pushed at my chest.

  I heard Hunter chuckle. “I’m heading out. Nicole, it was,” he walked up to her and grabbed her hand and kissed it. “My pleasure meeting you, beautiful.” I looked over at Nicole- blushing and biting her lip. Motherfucker.

  “I’m sure I’ll see you around.” She batted her lashes at him, and my fists clenched.

  Hunter headed out the back door, and Nicole had that schoolgirl crush face on. What the fuck?

  “Might as well go give him your number,” I grumbled, grabbing the bowl she served me.

  “Oh grow up, Jeremy. At least he’s willing and able.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “What do you think it means? I saw what you two were doing. Fucking pissing contest! You can’t get all caveman on me whenever someone shows interest. If you aren’t going to step up to the plate, then let someone else.” She threw the kitchen towel down and started to walk to the back door.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Maybe to give my number to Hunter!” she threatened me, her blue eyes glaring up at me.

  Fucking pain in my ass. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me. I slammed my mouth onto hers, taking ahold of her ass. Her body was flush with mine as I felt her moan and open herself to me. It was then that I felt her tongue piercing. I had almost forgotten since she didn’t wear her barbell all the time. She wrapped her small arms around my neck while pushing up on her tiptoes. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling at it. I felt her warm tongue slide into my mouth, the metal ball on her barbell grazed against my tongue. Fuck me, what her mouth would feel like on my dick. I backed her up to the counter, pushing my pelvis into hers. Showing her how I really felt about her.

  I slowed our heated make out session and pulled my face away from hers. Her eyes fluttered open- full of lust. She licked her lips, flashing me the rhinestone stud in her tongue.

  “There is stepping up to the plate for you.” I reached around her and grabbed my bowl and walked to the living room to join Roxy, leaving her standing there with a shocked ass look on her face.

  CHAPTER 20

  ~ Roxy ~

  That night I went into work, working the bar while Nicole worked the dance floor. I had to laugh every time I saw anyone getting too close to Nicole’s dancing platform, Jeremy had a body guard to push them away. Literally. Yep, he’s got it bad.

  Tonight was daisy duke night at the club. I wore a red and white-checkered top that tied underneath my breasts. I made sure to put on my best push-up bra for tips tonight. I had my high-rise jean cut off shorts that emphasized my small waist and heart- shaped bottom, worn brown boots and low pigtails that were curled so that the ends of my hair touched my waist.

  I popped the caps off of two beers for the guys on the far right of the bar. As I turned to take the next order, Jake was staring me in the face. He was once so handsome. I could tell then that he wasn’t the same Jake I had fallen so hard for. His cheeks seemed to be a little sunken in, dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t have that “grand stance” about him, was he losing weight? His bloodshot eyes and raw-tipped nostrils gave him away.

  “Baby girl.” He smirked at me while leaning over the bar. He wasn’t drunk, no, something else. He was high.

  “Jake.” I crossed my arms.

  “I haven’t seen or heard from you in so long. You avoiding me, or are you too busy giving it up to Chase?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Why don’t we get together tonight? What do you say, for old time’s sake?” He leaned on the edge of the bar, licking his lips- checking out my ensemble.

  “I don’t think so, I believe you know we are done here.” I saw Nicole looking over at us, and then she bent down to say something to her bodyguard, then pointed at me.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He went to reach for my hand, but I yanked it away.

  “Don’t fucking touch me. After everything you’ve done- you lost that privilege a long time ago.”

  “A privilege? Ha!” He threw his head back laughing. “Tell me, you get your crimson wave yet?”

  “What?” I froze. I haven’t even thought about it.

  “So, I take that as a no?”

  “Fuck you. Even if I didn’t, and if I was, it definitely wouldn’t be yours!”

  “Actually, it could.”

  “How? We’ve never not used protection.”

  “Not unless I’ve messed with them first. Would be such a shame to ruin that body of yours, but I had to try my chances at it, so that I’d be set to become President one day.” He smirked and was then gripped up by a bodyguard and thrown out.

  My stomach dropped and I had a horrible gut feeling. I felt like being sick.

  “What the fuck?” Jeremy shouted as he made his way over to me.

  “How did he even get in here?” I called my bar back in and I slide out from under the bar counter.

  “I don’t know, I told security if he ever gets in again, they’re fired. Are you all right? Did he fucking touch you?” He gently held onto my elbow, trying to make eye contact with me.

  “No, like I’d let him. Look, can you just have someone take me home?” I was going into full panic mode, trying to count fucking days in my head since I had my period last. I can’t remember that shit right now! When was the last time I had alcohol? I haven’t been eating organic shit. Oh my god, fucking calm down, Roxy.

  “Look, I’ll have Hunter take you home, he’s in VIP. Just wait here.”

  “He’s not in VIP,” I stated as I looked over Jeremy’s shoulder, seeing Nicole looking down and laughing at something Hunter said.

  “What?” He followed my line of sight over to where Nicole and Hunter were. “Mother fucker. I turn my back for one second. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the sea of people. As soon as Nicole spotted us, she stopped talking to Hunter and stood up. Hunter turned around, rubbing his chin with a big ol’ smirk on his handsome face. He was really barking up the wrong tree.

  “Hunter.” Jeremy leaned in and exchanged some words with him. Hunter’s dark eyes immediately shot over to me.

  He nodded and grabbed my hand and led me out the back door.

  “You want to talk about it?” he asked me as he opened the passenger door to his truck for me to get in.

  “Hell to the no.” I reached over and unlocked his door as he walked around the car.

  “Damn, you pulling some Bronx Tale on me? No wonder Chase says you’re a keeper.” My cheeks instantly heated; thank God it was nighttime.