“He was walking out to his car when he was shot, right?”

It’s the first time I’ve spoken since I’ve been here.

“Yeah,” Crystal says with a nod. “Wayne had just left his office and was walking out to the parking garage to get in his car. We were making arrangements for him to pick up Clarissa Jasmine when I heard some man say something followed by two shots.” She blows her nose again. “I was so terrified I dropped the phone twice before I could call 911.”

Frowning, Sawyer hands her another tissue.

I’m about to park my ass in the waiting room to get away from this shit when a strange thought hits me.

“You said you heard the guy say something before the shots?”

Crystal takes a sip of her coffee. “Yeah, but it made no sense. Wayne doesn’t even like comic books.” She shrugs. “I think it was just some homeless deranged person wanting to steal money from him.”

“Comic books?” I question, not understanding. “What the fuck do comic books have to do with anything?”

Rolling her eyes, she fishes her phone out of her purse. “Because right before he shot Wayne the man said—Loki says hi.”

Chapter 58

Oakley

Past…

“Don’t stop.”

Bianca’s throaty command has my balls tingling.

She braces her hands on the mattress I have her bent over as I speed up my thrusts, fucking her so hard she’s going to feel me for days.

I look down and groan. She has these sexy little indents on her lower back that drive me out of my goddamn mind.

Hell, everything about this girl does it for me.

Her gorgeous face, her hot little body, her feisty attitude…that sassy fucking mouth that loves to put me in my place.

The heart she likes to pretend she doesn’t have.

Goddammit. I have to force myself to focus because she hasn’t come yet.

I grab a fistful of her long dark hair and tug her head back. Like me, she likes it rough and I ain’t complaining. “Baby girl.”

Her eyes flutter closed. “Yeah?”

I drag my teeth along the nape of her neck because I know how much it drives her crazy. “You’re dripping all over my balls.”

Balls that are currently slapping the back of her thighs with every punishing thrust.

Her mouth falls open. “Oh my God.”

I splay my hand on her flat belly and lightly graze her clit, giving her that extra rush.

She moans as I fuck her hard and fast, working her just the way she likes it.

The walls of her pussy grip me so tight it almost hurts as she mewls and sputters a bunch of incoherent things into the air.

Fucking hell. I love the way she comes.

All my senses spring to life with her sounds, scent, and touch until the only thing I see and breathe is her.

Pleasure blurs my vision and muddles my brain. A moment later, I’m right there with her.

I silently thank my lucky stars she’s on birth control because coming inside her is pure fucking heaven.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathes, her body sagging forward.

Kissing the crook of her neck, I slap her ass. “Most people just call me Oakley.”

She tosses her head back and giggles.

Yes, ladies and gents. Bianca Covington giggles like a schoolgirl after she gets some supreme dick.

Which is awfully ironic right now considering she’s currently wearing her RHA uniform since it’s the first day of her senior year.

She starts to move away, but I halt her. “Not so fast.”

“Wh—”

I stick my finger inside her and bite back a groan when I feel my cum. “Do you have any idea how much it turns me on knowing you’ll be walking around with my cum inside your sweet pussy all day?”

Hell, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.

Her breathing hitches. “I don’t have to leave for school for another five minutes.”

I’m the one who’s laughing now. My little eager beaver.

Kneeling, I fix her panties and press an open-mouthed kiss to her now covered pussy. “Enjoy the souvenir.”

Head cocked over her shoulder, she looks down the length of her body at me. “Dick.”

I grin. “Yeah, but you love it.”

There’s a slight smirk on her lips as she turns around to face me. “More like I’m a sucker for it.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls me in for a quick kiss. “I don’t want to go to school.” Her mouth drops to my jaw. “It was so much more fun when you went there.” Those pouty lips of hers travel to my earlobe next and I can’t resist cupping one of her tits. So firm and perky. “Think of all the hot sex we could have had. I bet we could have found an abandoned classroom where you could bend me over a desk and—”

I give her ass a playful swat because I know exactly what she’s doing. Giving it as good as she gets it.

“Stop making my cock hard and get your ass to class.”

“Fine,” she says with a pout before she saunters out of the bedroom.

She’s almost to the front door when she pauses. “I’m only a phone call away if you need me.”

And just like that, my good mood dissipates.

While Bianca’s at school today, I’ll be heading over to my dad’s to meet Clarissa Jasmine for the first time.

It’s been a little over three weeks since he begged me to stop by and he won’t let up.

However, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous as fuck about it.

Bianca must sense this because she treks back over to me. “Everything will be fine.”

I highly disagree. There are too many variables to consider. Too much shit that can go wrong.

First one being the most obvious. I’m not cut out to be an older brother.

Jace—the responsible motherfucker in our crew—is the one who’s made for this shit.

My reckless ass can’t even manage to buy groceries.

“She’s gonna love you,” Bianca assures me.

I snort. “She’s only nine months old, she has no idea what love is.”

Shit, I’m only just starting to realize what it is now.

Thanks to the girl standing in front of me.

She palms my cheek. “Doesn’t matter. You two will have a bond. You’ll see.”

I start to argue, but she removes her necklace and places it over my head.

Perplexed, I stare at it in confusion. I know how much the St. Christopher pendant Liam gave her back when they were kids means to her. “What are you doing?”

She fingers the pendant I’m now wearing. “Liam was not only a great brother, he’s also a great guardian angel.” Sadness lingers in those baby brown eyes as her fingers drift to the silver feather she pairs with the charm. “I want him to watch over you today and give you some big brother luck.”

Jesus. This girl. She never fails to split me wide open when she shows me her heart.

“Bianca, I can’t—”

She silences me with another kiss. “Yes, you can.” A smirk plays on her lips as she edges away. “Besides it’s the least I can do since you refuse to let me go with you.”