Romeo (Dark Knights MC/Blood Fury MC: Crossover)

Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight

When he walked Maddie out, Romeo purposely kept the spotlights off to prevent her departure from attracting any unwanted attention. With a pair of loose sweatpants hanging off his hips, he now stood barefoot on the concrete pad outside his door as she headed to her SUV.

Properly fed and fucked, of course. One side of his mouth pulled up. He gave her the president’s special, all right.

The cooks managed to make her a respectable chicken sandwich and the waffle fries she’d been craving. Seasoned, of fucking course. Because of that, and a quick five-minute foot massage—during which she moaned and groaned as if she was having an intense orgasm—Romeo managed to have the woman he’d been craving.

She ended up satisfied… He ended up satisfied... He loved it when a plan came together.

With hands on his own hips and a full grin now curving his lips, he watched the swing of her hips before his gaze became glued to her swaying ass .

Maddie looked hot as fuck naked or dressed. He preferred the first, if anyone asked.

His heart stopped when he heard her call out, “Hey, Magnum,” just as she reached her SUV.

Magnum?

For fuck’s sake. So much for keeping Maddie’s visit on the down-low. And if anyone was going to see her, he sure as hell didn’t want it to be the Knights’ sergeant at arms.

A large, dark figure appeared from the shadows with his focus on one thing…

Maddie.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He sucked in a deep breath to prepare, since his good night and relaxed mood was about to go to shit.

The natural high he got from fucking a gorgeous woman, was about to drop like a concrete block from a twelve-story building.

Unfortunately, he was caught red-handed unless he could come up with some sort of excuse that Magnum would buy. Romeo just wasn’t sure if he was a good enough salesman.

Wait. Did she just give Magnum a wink? A fucking wink. Did he see that right? It was pretty damn dark out. It could’ve been a simple eye twitch. Like the one he had right now.

That had to be it.

“You can keep this little secret between us, right?” she asked the massive man as she climbed into her Highlander. When she didn’t get a response, she continued with, “Great talk. See you later, Mag!”

Magnum didn’t say shit to that, either. Instead, he only pointed his narrowed eyes in Romeo’s direction. That he could see clearly, despite the lack of light .

“Fuck me,” Romeo groaned as his club brother began to lumber in his direction the second Maddie drove away.

Christ.

“Need a word,” Magnum growled.

Of fucking course he did. Romeo raised his chin. “Which one?”

The answer Romeo got for his smart-ass question wasn’t the one he expected when he found himself slammed against the door of his place with a big paw gripping his throat tightly.

He didn’t even need the flickering flame of a fucking Bic lighter to see the thunder on his enforcer’s face.

Anyone else’s asshole would be puckered so tightly it had grown shut about now, but Romeo knew enough to stay still and keep his cool. He might be a lot younger and not much smaller than Magnum, but he also wasn’t a stupid fuck.

Anyway, this wasn’t some random drunk at Dick’s. Someone like that would be much easier to deal with. Instead of another beer, they got served with a fist to the face.

“What the fuck you doin’, asshole? Really determined to piss off the Fury, ain’t ya?”

Romeo kept his tone low and steady. “Gonna only say this once, brother… Get the fuck off me. You know fuckin’ better than to put your goddamn hands on your prez.”

As soon as Magnum’s grip loosened enough for Romeo to push his hand away, he slipped to the side so his back was no longer pinned against the door. Being caged in was never a good position to be in.

By a fellow Knight or not.

“Maddie just asked you not to say shit, so who’s gonna tell the Fury? You? Says a fuckin’ lot about your fuckin’ loyalty to your club and your prez. ”

Magnum’s jaw shifted and he jabbed a finger in Romeo’s direction. “Don’t you ever question my loyalty to this fuckin’ club. Been a member since before you were in goddamn diapers.”

That might be true, but Romeo wasn’t about to do the math.

“Tryin’ to protect her and our fuckin’ club, asshole. And if you wanna go there, also tryin’ to protect you. Shade’s gonna show up in the dead of goddamn night, slice your fuckin’ throat, then my ass is gonna have to retaliate. That’s gonna cause a fuckin’ war. All ‘cause you couldn’t keep your fuckin’ dick in your pants. Plenty of fuckin’ pussy out there without havin’ to wet your dick in that one.” He tipped his bald head in the direction Maddie drove away.

“She came to me.” At least the first time. And second. His enforcer didn’t need to know about the rest.

“Don’t give a fuck. There’s a goddamn word that’s only got two letters in it. Don’t take much fuckin’ effort to say it, even for a simple fuck like you. If she was lookin’ for dick, you coulda told her no and sent her on her fuckin’ way. But of course, you saw an easy opportunity to get laid and jumped on it.”

“Ain’t like that.”

Magnum’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “No? You didn’t take advantage of an easy target?”

“Don’t think she’d appreciate you callin’ her easy.”

This time Magnum’s finger jabbed him in the chest. Hard. “You’re the easy one, dumbass, not her. You jumped on a goddamn opportunity you should’ve turned a fuckin’ blind eye to.”

“Have you seen her?” Damn it. He kept digging his own hole deeper every time his opened his trap .

“Used the wrong goddamn head, Rome. In the future, you got no choice but to say no. She shows up again, tell her no. Try it.”

Magnum was not his goddamn babysitter. He wasn’t Maddie’s, either. “No.”

“See? Ain’t so hard. Unlike your dick.”

“Was sayin’ no to you, brother.”

Magnum pursed his lips as he stared at him.

Romeo did not like that stare. “Got shit to do.”

Magnum slapped a hand across Romeo’s chest, stopping him from heading back inside. “You want her to wear your fuckin’ cut?”

“No.”

“See? You keep provin’ you know how to use that fuckin’ word. Here’s the deal… You ain’t willin’ to scrape her off, then your ass better head north and have a meet with Trip. Then once you got his approval, you have a sit down with Shade. Or do it the other way ‘round. Ask Shade first before you embarrass your Black ass in front of the Fury’s exec committee when they tell you to fuck off.”

“Just fuckin’ said I ain’t lookin’ to fill that spot on the back of my damn sled. Your old ass must be hard of hearin’.”

“Heard you just fuckin’ fine. You know what to fuckin’ do, so do it.” He tipped his ear forward with his finger. “What was that word?”

“Fuck off.”

“That’ll work, too.”

“Again, that was for you. Not her.”

“Messin’ with a good thing, Rome. Told you not to fuck it up. You’re hell bent on doin’ that.”

“Makin’ this a bigger deal than it is.”

“You stickin’ your dick in the property of another club is a…” Magnum leaned in until they were almost nose-to-nose. He ground out, “Big. Fuckin’. Deal.” He straightened. “Thought you were smarter than that. Now I know I was fuckin’ wrong.”

Ouch. “How much of a big fuckin’ deal was it when you did it?”

When Magnum turned his head away, Romeo could see the man’s jaw working. But he did have to agree with his brother. He’d been stupid.

Unfortunately, the result of that was, as soon as he was done fucking Maddie, he was ready to do it again. And again. Never in his goddamn life did he have an itch he couldn’t scratch. That was what it felt like with her. He got the itch to fuck her and once he did, he felt relieved. But every damn time that itch came back with a fucking vengeance.

Even worse, and so fucking unlike him, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was on his mind constantly, whether she was with him or not. He swore it was turning into some sort of sickness or something. Like a virus he couldn’t kick.

“Got two choices. Leave her the fuck alone or go all in. And you know what goin’ all in means… A ride north and a sit down.”

He wasn’t willing to do either. But for now, he’d keep that shit to himself.

What really chapped his ass was that his enforcer was supposed to listen to the club president, not the other way around. This whole thing was fucked up. “Thanks for the advice, brother. Gonna sleep on it.”

“Better not wait too damn long to decide. Otherwise, if Shade finds out that you’re doin’ his girl behind his fuckin’ back, you might not wake the fuck up.”

“Noted. ”

Magnum grunted. “Guessin’ you wrote that note in fuckin’ crayon.”

Romeo forced out a dry laugh. Maddie wasn’t the only one thinking they’re a comedian. “Nah. Invisible ink.”

The Knights’ enforcer shook his head and turned on his boot to leave. Thank fuck. As expected, the man totally fucked up Romeo’s goddamn afterglow.

Just as he turned to go inside, he heard, “Rome,” and glanced over his shoulder.

“Know it’s fuckin’ difficult for you but… don’t fuck up an alliance that’s been solid for fuckin’ years over some pussy.”

The problem was, to him, Maddie was far from “some pussy.”

For some fucking reason, that idea disturbed him more than the conversation he just had with Magnum.

Romeo ground his teeth and headed inside.

He told Magnum he would sleep on it, but he didn’t like anyone telling him what to do. Tonight was no damn different.

“I shouldn’t have to remind you that it’s a privilege to work here. As well as to work for me.”

Maddie sat across from Roger in his office, trying her damnedest not to gag. As usual, her boss decided she’d committed some imagined deadly sin. Like greeting a patient in the wrong tone or some such crap.

“You seem to have forgotten that.”

Maybe that was because she didn’t see him as some golden calf. He wasn’t worth worshipping like he thought he was. He was her boss, plain and simple.

The only problem was, how connected he was in the world of professional sports. At least on the western side of Pennsylvania. Maddie was sure that none of the sports teams in the rest of the U.S. had ever heard of the jerk.

Roger was a legend in his own mind.

Sort of like Romeo.

But unfortunately, he was well-known around Pittsburgh in the sports circles, so she had to play nice. She swallowed the bile working its way up her throat to say, “I appreciate you giving me this job?—”

“Did I indicate in some way that it’s your turn to speak?”

Maddie clamped her teeth down on her tongue to keep from spewing how she really felt about the man sitting across the desk from her.

With a smug smirk on his very punchable face.

She reminded herself for the hundredth time that she only needed a little more experience under her belt so any team she applied for would take her more seriously. Despite her education, only having a little more than a year on the job, as well as her age, counted against her.

She understood it. Professional sports teams only wanted seasoned physical therapists. They didn’t want to leave their highly paid athletes in the hands of someone without extensive experience.

As it was, those jobs were well sought after, and any opening would have a lot of applicants. Right now, with her level of experience, they most likely would file her resume in a round file—aka trash can—without even looking at it.

Roger’s influence and recommendation would help hers get seen. Hence, her bloody tongue and forced smile.

She was ready for him to say whatever he wanted to say… meaning, he needed to hurry and write her up for whatever perceived wrong she did so she could remove herself from his presence .

Sitting in a closed office with the man was not on her top ten things to do.

In contrast, Romeo was on that to-do list.

What bugged her the most was, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Especially after the last time they hooked up.

She had no idea what Roger was blabbing about since suddenly, she was taken back to two nights ago.

Holy shit. That foot massage, though… The one he gave her once her belly was full of surprisingly decent food. She didn’t expect that from a true biker bar. Cold beer? Yes. Lots of whiskey flowing? Of course. Good food? A crapshoot.

Once she was sated with food, he began digging his thumbs into the bottoms of her feet. She wasn’t ashamed to admit she almost orgasmed. Then, when he squeezed her aching toes, she just about melted into a puddle.

As a sports physical therapist, she did a lot of hands-on with patients and she doubted her massages were anywhere near that level.

The man had very strong, capable hands.

It could’ve also helped that he was buck naked while he manipulated her sore feet in the best way.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last as long as she’d like. But then, if he’d kept going, she might have fallen asleep. It was that relaxing.

She quickly woke up when he worked his way up her body with a searing heat in his eyes and a naughty grin on his lips right before he…

A barked out, “Did you fall asleep?” had her jerking in her chair and her eyes flashing open.

Shit. “No, sorry. I have a headache.” Roger was an expert at giving her one.

“You were groaning. ”

“Was I?” She squeezed her forehead and grimaced to make her lie look legit. “My head is pounding.” More like she was getting lost in how well Romeo pounded her. Her pussy clenched from the memory.

Roger’s office was the last place she should be getting horny. Gross. That should be enough to make her never want to have sex again.

Should be, but it didn’t.

She snuck a glance at the clock on the wall behind him. The second hand was moving too damn slowly. This day needed to be over like yesterday. “Remind me again why I’m in here?”

Roger scowled across the desk at her. “It’s your quarterly employee evaluation.”

It was? She had lost track. Not that it mattered. He’d find some reason not to give her a raise, even if it was for only a measly five cents an hour. Though, if she was going to get a raise, he’d give her something like that simply out of spite.

Actually, she was surprised that Roger didn’t charge his employees simply for the “privilege” of working at his business.

Narcissistic asshole.

“Has it really been a whole three months since the last one? Time flies when you love your job,” she lied. She brushed a finger across her nose to make sure it hadn’t grown.

As Roger went over her employee evaluation scores, she wasn’t surprised at what they were. She also wasn’t surprised that she didn’t get a raise, but at least today he wasn’t docking her pay with some bullshit excuse.

When her cell phone vibrated with an incoming text, she dipped her head and peeked at it, trying not to be obvious that she wasn’t paying attention to the man on the other side of the desk .

Instead, she was paying attention to the man who sent the text.

Dinner and dick?

Well, look at that, she suddenly had a hankering for crispy waffle fries…

A five-minute foot massage…

And a Dark Knight to deliver all of that and more.