Page 86 of Sling’s Awakening

I don’t move until Russ gets in his car.

“That dude is bad fucking news,” Bomber says as we watch him back out of his parking spot and almost hit a car in the process.

“He’s a hot fucking mess. He’s clearly in over his head with whatever shit he’s involved in,” Val adds.

I grunt in agreement.

I just hope he doesn’t try to drag us or Blake into whatever mess he’s in.

“Let’s get out of here.” I nod my head toward our bikes before heading over to mine.

Our pipes are loud as we all mount and fire them up, echoing throughout the entire parking lot. I look back one last time at the club before pulling out of the parking lot, my brothers following in unison behind me.

My little toots is about to get a lesson in what it’s like to be with a man like me tonight.

My brothers went to the clubhouse, but I went home.

I made sure to drive by that old bitch’s house, revving my pipes before pulling into my driveway and cutting the engine.

I’m about to make her life a living hell until she either moves or learns to mind her own damn business.

Instead of parking my bike in the garage, I leave it out and make my way over to Blake’s house instead of mine. I head around back in case that bitch is watching and gets a hair up her ass to call the cops again.

The last thing I need is to be brought in on a breaking and entering charge the night I beat the shit out of Brad.

I try my luck with her slider off her back patio.

Locked.

Good girl.

I move along to the side of the house, finding the window that I’m assuming is in her bedroom because her layout is the same as mine. I lift up on the bottom, expecting it not to budge.

“Shit,” I cuss as the window flies open, bouncing off the top of the frame with a bang.

Why the fuck is her window unlocked?

Especially the one that lets you right into her goddamn bedroom. Anyone could come in when she’s sleeping. Some sick fuck might think it’s an open invite for him to come in since it’s not locked.

I’m adding that to her lesson tonight, too.

I test the windowsill to see if it will hold my bodyweight before pushing off the ground and hoisting myself up with a grunt.

My boots land on her carpet. The curtains hanging in front of the window wrapping me up. I push them out of the way before closing and locking the window behind me.

Her room smells like her.

I kick my boots off as I make myself comfortable on her bed.

I’ve never given much thought to what her room would look like, but it’s the complete opposite of mine. Her’s feels like home.

And even though her bed is covered in an ugly ass animal print comforter and is filled with a million pillows, I’ve never been more comfortable.

God, how does she sleep on this thing with them? You can barely see the bed.

A few fall off onto the floor as I relax deeper into the bed. I rest my hands behind my head as I close my eyes and settle in.

I’ve got nothing but time to wait to deliver my toots her lesson.