Page 22 of Dissolving Prejudice

The mere idea of Dion laying his hands on Oro’s young body drove me nuts. Oro was basically a kid when they met, yet it didn’t seem to stop Dion, who was in his mid-thirties, from fucking him.

It didn’t stop him from doing the same with Shay-Lee, too.

“Anyway, let me help you. I can snoop around the club, you know?”

I considered his offer and wanted to agree, but at the same time, I didn’t want to risk him.

“It can be dangerous,” I said, and Oro faked a laugh.

“I laugh at danger.” He gave me a naughty little smile, then unbuckled his seat belt.

He was ready to get out of my car when I reached forward and grabbed his arm. “You don’t have to do this, Oro.”

He turned his head so we were face-to-face. “Dion told me that this is your last job and that once you capture the traitor, you’ll be finally free.” The corners of his mouth turned up. “I want that for you. I want you to be happy, Diesel. You deserve it more than anyone else I’ve ever known.”

His sincerity made me feel guilty because just an hour ago, I’d snapped at him and nearly crushed his throat. I wasn’t sure what to say and stayed quiet as he went on.

“I know you think I’m just this stupid kid, and maybe I am, but I do care for you. A lot. And I know how much you miss him.” He was talking about Shay-Lee. “So if I can do something to help you get back to him sooner, I will.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” I said.

His smile slowly faded, and he nodded before he got out of my car.

“I’ll keep you updated about what I find out.”

Oro then closed the door behind him, and I watched him until he got inside his building before driving away. Surprisingly, that kid managed to make me feel a little bit better.

Shay-Lee

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I hissed as my eyes flared to the annoyingly tall, tattooed man who’d just walked into my yoga class. It had been two weeks since Camilo began following me around. What started with bumping into me at my regular coffee shop every day went on to my hair salon, the shopping mart near my damn house, my gym, and now my fucking yoga class. I came here to relax my mind and not to be distracted by this pathetic excuse of a man who just winked at me over his shoulder.

Fuck.

Biting my lip, I spread my mat on the wooden floor and got down on my knees while I heard the two girlies beside me giggle at Camilo’s appearance. One of them literally described him as the hottest man she’d ever seen, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. If only she knew he was nothing more than a fucking traitor. As they went on whispering all the things they wanted to do on his face, which even I found wild yet definitely tempting to try, I reminded myself that I shouldn’t fall into his little games. Camilo once claimed he didn’t play games, and yet, that was exactly what the last two weeks had been—one shameless game where he’d desperately tried to test my patience. It was almost as if he wanted me to hate him more than I already did.

“It’s a lovely morning, isn’t it?”

Rolling my eyes, I turned to face a smirking Camilo. “It was until two minutes ago.”

He pretended to pout. “Someone woke up on his bad side.”

I forced a smile. “I’m too gorgeous to have a bad side.”

“That’s true.”

Angry that he agreed with me, I huffed, and he grinned.

Idiot.

He placed his mat right next to mine, and as he stretched his stupidly long, yummy arms to roll it down, I averted my eyes. So what if he looked even better than he used to? It wasn’t like I didn’t have my own hot man waiting for me at home. Jordan was just as ripped, if not more, and yet, I found myself unable to look away. Camilo wore a loose tank top that showed his chest whenever he moved and a pair of black running shorts that clung to his thighs. Fucking man-whore. He sure loved showing off those thick quads of his. And that damn new neck tattoo? Fuck. That skull design was so sexy on his neck that all I wanted was to run my tongue along it, from his Adam’s apple down to his jugular and then—

“Lost something?” he asked, and I realized I was staring.

Quickly turning the other way, I huffed. “My patience.”

Camilo snorted a laugh just as the instructor walked into the room, and the class began. For the first half hour, everything went smoothly with no distractions, but then we reached the more advanced part of the class, and Camilo decided to be an ass.

“You’re doing it the wrong way,” he whispered as I did a backbend.