Fuse's Hold by E.C. Land (books for students to read TXT) 📕

one of the others were doing while she stood there watching them. What got him laughing along with a few of us is the fact she threatened to shave the bitch’s head in her sleep.

Nora has a point about what she said, and I also get my brother’s reasons. He’s right in the fact we don’t like involving outsiders in our business, but in this instance, I think we might need to have at least Ally come talk with her.

I don’t think the boys at the tattoo shop would appreciate someone they claim as their family getting a tattoo from someone else. However, I think if anyone could get her something to help the healing, it would be Noé who can do it. Rumor is his grandmother used to have a setup in the French Quarter where she read cards and shit.

I might need to talk to him.

I also should talk to my woman. Since the day before she’d gotten her cast off, she’s spoken more freely with me and some of the brothers though she doesn’t speak to anyone else about what happened to her besides with me or Tyres. She feels because of her protecting Wren the way she did that they have somewhat of a connection. I don’t understand it, but I know my brother and he knows Lyrica is mine.

Turning my focus back to what we’d all been doing before Tricks interrupted us, I go back to telling my brothers about the fight I’m in tonight. It’s against a new guy that’s come to town and, according to Patton, has a beef against one of my cousins. Not that I’m fans of them either, but they’re still family.

“Are you all coming tonight?” I ask, pushing everything else out of my head for the time being.

“Who wouldn’t be coming?” Brake chuckles. “You’re fuckin’ undefeated and this is gonna be entertaining.”

Of course, it was gonna be fuckin’ entertaining. It was me doing the damn thing. Grinning, I sit back and drink some more water while they drink their beers. I’ll have one later after my match. Until then, I’m staying sober.

“You gonna bring Ly with you this time?” Chains asks, sitting forward and bracing his hands on the table.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea,” I mutter, and I didn’t. She’d been through enough hell.

“I don’t know, brother; I think it might help her loosen up some. I get where Nora’s coming from with her suggestion to Breaker and it’s a good idea, but before even thinking it, you should try it. It might help her feel alive by watching you fight. Shit, we’ll all be there, so she’s protected by us,” Tyres says, holding the beer bottle in front of his lips.

He’s got a point. It’s best we try first. If she seems to start freaking out, one of the guys can bring her home.

“Alright, I’ll talk to her,” I say with a jerk of my chin. Pulling out my phone, I check the time to see how much longer I have until I need to get going. Patton likes everyone to be in the building early enough, so if there’s a change in the night’s fights, he can make them ahead of time.

Seeing I had time to go talk with Lyrica, I stand and head to the door. “I’ll let you all know what she says later on. I’ll be heading out in about three hours.”

“Got it, brother,” Brake yells out, and some of them chuckle. They know these fights are my way of releasing pent-up energy that I could easily work off by fuckin’. Too bad that won’t happen until my woman is ready.

Making my way from the clubhouse to mine and Ly’s, I glance to the front of the house to find her not sitting in the bay window as normal. Frowning, I pick up speed to get inside and see what she’s up to.

It’s not that I don’t trust her, she’s come a long way in the last month since she started talking more, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t still scrub her skin raw or anything else like that. I try to make sure I’m home when she’s gotta take a shower. I’ve learned if I’m home with her, she won’t do it. She doesn’t want anyone to be around when she does it. I know why this is. Because she doesn’t want anyone to hear her cries of pain.

Stepping into the house, I shut the door, lock it, and stand there listening for sounds throughout the house. I don’t hear the water running. This I take as a good sign then again; she could have just finished. Walking through the house, I come to a stop in the doorway of my room.

Oh, fuck me.

Lying across my bed with her legs open, her hand between them, my woman is pleasuring herself in a way that I’ve craved doing for a long fuckin’ time.

I remember the one and only time I’d gotten to have a taste of her, I’d been out of it. I couldn’t stand pushing her away that night. I needed her and I fuckin’ took it. I didn’t fuck her like I wanted, but I sure as fuck ate her pussy. That was the last one I ever put my mouth on.

My hands clench into fists at my sides as I do my best not to stalk over there and take what I want.

Lyrica moans as her hand brushes across her clit and fuck me, when the hell did she get her clit pierced. I’m surprised with all the shit she’s been through she didn’t have it ripped out or some sick shit. Maybe they gave it to her. The thought pisses me off that she could have received the damn thing against her will.

Unable to stop myself, I move closer to her. In the throes of her own body, Ly doesn’t hear or see my approach. I’m not gonna do anything else but help my woman find what she’s looking