Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” she said but not knowing what she was really agreeing to. “I want this strictly between us. So, I know asking this, demanding these things, is probably crossing the line, but I need to have my own rules, even just a few, Mayhem. Surely, a man like you knows what I mean.”
“You know, baby, I could say fuck this and find pussy elsewhere.”
She swallowed but kept her composure. “You could, but you’ve been hard up for me for a while now.”
And I have no clue why, but I’ll go with it.
“If I was the type of guy that found things funny, you giving me demands would have me laughing,” he said with a straight face. “I want you, no doubt about it, and I won’t lie. But the truth is, you need me and the money I can give you more than I need to fuck you.” He leaned forward, and although the words were harsh, they were true.
Butters breathed out and nodded. “You’re right.” This was worse than she’d imagined.
“But I didn’t say I wasn’t on board for your demands in order to have a piece of you.” He smirked, just the corner of his mouth lifting, but it wasn’t humorous in the slightest. It reminded her of a predator knowing he’d get exactly what he wanted from his prey.
She smoothed her hands over her jeans, feeling them shake with her nerves. It didn’t matter how he had ten grand just lying around as long as this was legit and she could save her brother.
“I really want to fuck you, Butters, so I can be that guy who lets you think you have the upper hand right now.” Mayhem hadn’t said the words low, and she saw a few people glance over, their shocked faces clear.
The tension, intensity, and thickness surrounding them grew until she felt like she’d suffocate.
“When do you need the money by?”
She didn’t know, because she hadn’t even been smart enough to ask Nate. “I don’t know.”
“I would assume you need it pretty damn soon.”
“You’ll give me the money before we…do this between us? You trust me like that?” He didn’t seem like the type of guy to trust anyone.
“Butters, you taking the money and running from me won’t happen. It doesn’t have anything to do with trust, baby girl. I can find you anywhere you go.”
And she had no doubt that he could deliver on that tenfold.
“But I won’t just be handing shit over to you, either.”
“What?” Panic set in.
“I have one rule about the money.”
God, what now?
“What?”
“I’m the one who delivers it. I won’t have you going up against the Cardona Family, payment in hand or not. They’ll deal with me and my club.”
“But why? Why care if I go to them on my own?”
He looked at her right in the eyes, and she swore it was like he was reaching out and touching her. “Think of it as watching out for my investment.”
Chapter
Seven
One week later
A week had passed since he’d spoken to Butters and she’d agreed to be with him. He’d had to postpone things with her because of issues arising with his twin, Claire, and the motherfucker ex of hers.
Although that was getting taken care of, Butters had been on his mind the entire time.
Mayhem had never gone up against the mafia, even if said “mafia” was some incompetent group that used violence to try to get the upper hand on everyone around them.
Although this was all new to him, he wasn’t about to let Butters meet them alone. Hell, he’d heard about the Cardonas even though he lived hours away, knew they were slimy, fucked-up assholes, and they might want to mess with her just for shits and giggles.
They may be small-time in the sense that they weren’t a country-wide known name, but in this state, they were getting a fast reputation for being bastards.
They were also newer, trying to establish themselves, and trying to gain a reputation that involved dishing out a lot of pain. They were idiots, if anyone asked Mayhem, because violence didn’t equal power.
He shouldn’t get involved aside from giving her the money and letting this go, but he couldn’t just do that, and he didn’t know why. Mayhem didn’t want to see her hurt.
He stood by the front door, his arms crossed, staring down at Butters and her brother as they spoke softly. He took in her home, trying not to focus on their conversation.
He didn’t need to hear what they were saying. This wasn’t about wanting to help them out because he cared. This was about him being selfish.
Yeah, but Butters does mean something to you, even if you don’t want to acknowledge that.
He might have told her he wasn’t a selfish bastard, but that was in regards to fucking. When she was in his bed, he’d make sure she came just as many times as he did. Her pleasure would get him off, and that’s why he was doing this. For himself.