Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (23 page)

“That good huh?” I asked laughing at her as she moaned, taking the first bite of her burger.

She nodded her head. “Really, really, good. Good enough to not want to go for a run just for eating it.” I shook my head and wiped the sauce from the side of her lips, making that beautiful blush splash out across her cheekbones. Fuck, she’s phenomenal, there was no one in the world that was like her, and she was all fucking mine.

“You’re pretty fucking special, you know that?” I said honestly, sucking the sauce on my finger that I’d just wiped from her lip.

She swallowed and laughed. “Good special, I hope?”

My laughter died out as a foreign feeling tingled deep in my chest. “Real good, darling.”

The memory fades out, and I look down to the girl on my dick right now, to see it’s not Kalie. Our bodies are dripping in sweet. Having not come, nor do I want to, I pull out of her. Rip the condom off and throw to into the bin, before pushing her naked body off the bed.

“Get out,” I say flatly. She stands up, putting her clothes back on.

“I can finish you off if you want? It wouldn’t be fair for me to get three out of you, and you not get any?”

I look up at her. “Do you wanna know what happened to the last girl who refused to leave this very room when I asked her to?”

She laughs, looking around the room while pulling her hair into a ponytail.

“Yeah, what?” she answers excitedly.

I think she may just be the dumbest bitch I’ve ever met, and that’s saying something. I stand, pull on my jeans, take out a cigarette from my pocket and light it up. I stalk up to her, leaning down into her ear. “I killed her,” I whisper with a smirk.

Her curious face drops and she swallows down while making her way to the door.

“Thanks, Ade
.
I think,” she says as she swings the door open and power walks out of there.

I laugh as I put my top back on.

Fucking stupid bitches
.

I look around the crisp white walls as I sit and wait for Dr. Oswald to come out. I know I need help, I know I’m not going to be able to work through my issues without a professional. The sooner I can get past this, the better.

A young African American woman walks out in a crisp white blazer and an immaculate suit, with heels that I would break my neck in.

“Kalie-Rose Reynolds?” she asks while looking around the room of people.

“Yes, that’s me,” I reply, collecting my handbag and following her into her office.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Maree Oswald, it’s lovely to meet you. What do you like to be called?” she asks, with her hand stretched out to me.

I take her hand in mine. “Just Kalie, thanks. Pleased to meet you too.”

She gestures to the seat in the middle of her office so I walk to it, sit down, and glance around. It doesn’t look like the shrink rooms you see on television, it has a homey feeling to it, making me completely relaxed. One wall is lined with books. There’s her office desk in front of a glass window overlooking the city, and it’s decorated in white and soft gray. It really is a beautiful room.

“How can I help you today, Kalie?”

I begin fidgeting with my fingers. “Anything I tell you can never leave these walls, right?” I ask.

“Yes, that’s right. Unless I feel you are going to harm yourself or others around you. Anything you tell me is one hundred percent safe within these walls,” she responds with a soft smile.

“Oh boy, where should I start.” I pick up the glass of water from the coffee table and take some small sips, and then I begin to pour sifted bits out to her. Leaving out information like the identity of the MC. I only tell her the parts that she needs to know, the parts of me that I know need to somehow repair.

Once I’ve finished, I look up at her and see a worried look spread out across her face.

“We can work through this, Kalie. We can do it together.”

I hope so. I truly hope that we can.

I walk into our apartment and drop my handbag to the floor.

“Carter?” I yell out while walking to the fridge to grab a bottled water.

“Hey, baby G. How was your appointment?” he asks, walking into the kitchen in his Playboy robe.

“It was good. She was lovely, and my next appointment is tomorrow. She wants to see me daily for a while,” I say then take a large drink of water.

“How are you feeling, though?” he asks with a worried tone.

“A little better, I guess. I just need to take it day by day.”

I walk into my room, strip off, and wrap myself in a towel before walking to the bathroom and getting under the scorching hot shower.

“Yes, I am going to get better,” I whisper to myself.

“Are we going to talk about the fact that Felix is a shady motherfucker who needs to be dealt with?” I ask Zane. We are at one of Zane’s nightclubs in the city, just him and I.

“Yeah, I’ve been watching him these past couple of days. Watching his movements, his whereabouts and important shit like that. I want to make sure I have everything in line before I go out shooting,” he says tilting his drink up to his lips.

“Fuck that. I don’t need anything in line, I’ll fucking shoot him right now. What he did was fucked up, there’s no more to it than that. He knew more than what he made out he knew. Therefore, he’s a traitor.”

I watch one of the girls rubbing and grinding her shit on the pole. She does it fucking good. The door opens, shining in the daylight. Ollie walks in with Chad and Harvey behind him. Ollie and Chad take a seat, but Harvey is standing stock still, watching the girl on the pole.

I raise my eyebrows and chuckle. “Fucking good, huh?”

He doesn’t hear me so I kick his shin. “Harv?” I laugh. “I said she’s fucking good, huh?”

He laughs, rubbing his hand over his beard. “Yeah, not bad,” he gruffs out. I keep smiling at him, not bad my fucking left nut. The man was hypnotized in minus two seconds.

“I need to fill you boys in on something,” Zane says, pulling his seat into the table a little more.

“It’s Felix. I’m not sure how good his intentions are anymore. One of Ade’s jobs was given via Felix. The job that just so happened to set off the train of events that occurred with the girls. I need to tread carefully, though, there’s still a chance that—one, it could be a coincidence, or two, he may not have had a choice.”

I laugh, then take a swallow of my drink. “Your second point is not valid. You always have a choice. And if he didn’t, he should have come to us and we would’ve handled it as a club. Not bitch out on us and almost have our girls killed.”

“He wouldn’t, surely he wouldn’t,” Harvey says in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been acting a little strange lately. Someone who won’t kill him. Ade needs to confront him,” Ollie says.

“That’s me, I will have no problem. I just need to give you boys a heads up as to what’s going on,” Zane states.

Blake walks in, with obvious stress around his eyes. “Fuck, this parenting shit is hard work. Vicky is fucking full time. She’s killing me slowly. I shit you not,” he says, waving over the bartender.

Vicky has been riding Blake, a little rough since the girls were taken. She wants him out and we all know it, even if she hasn’t admitted that yet. There’s no way I would leave the club, not even for Kalie. As long as you know what you’re walking into, you have no excuse to bitch out. And if I ever get Kalie under me again, you’d have a higher chance of hitting the lottery five times before I ever let her go again.

Zane fills Blake in as he did with the rest of us, and by the end, Blake is ready for war.

“We go there now and ask him. No more fucking waiting around Zane.”

I shake my head. “I got somewhere to be. I’ll be back tonight.”

Zane looks to me from the other side of the table. “Everything good?”

I nod my head. “Yeah.” Standing up, I throw the rest of my whiskey back. “I have a ghost to bury.”

Arriving at the destination where Sandra sent me, I look down to my phone before gazing back at the building again. It’s a big industrial building. Looks average, and if you drove past it on the street, nothing would stand out. I walk up to the metal door and knock on it a few times. It opens up to Sandra standing there, her blonde hair tied in a tidy knot on the top of her head, with her pearl earrings and straight suit. She’s exactly how you’d imagine someone in her line of power to look.

“Come in, Ade.” She gestures inside the building and I walk in, removing my gloves and looking around.

“He here?” I ask, looking behind my shoulder.

She nods her head. “Yes, but I don’t want you to mess him up. We need him,
alive
.”

I laugh. “Yeah, we will see about that.”

“I’m serious, Ade. Abide by these rules.”

“You still have a thing for him, don’t you?” I ask her.

Sandra Fisick and my mother were best friends growing up, some say she had a thing for my dad and that’s why their friendship ended.

She tilts her head. “I never had a thing for him, Ade, and I need him alive. He’s an asset. We can use him to bring down his entire family operation.”

I nod my head, deciding to drop it because I can’t be fucked with the drama of it.

She smiles a small smile at me then walks ahead. “Follow me.”

I follow her through the empty space and it’s large and cold. There are a few cars parked inside but nothing else. Once we reach the beginning of the stairs, I follow her up to a loft. She stops at the top and I move around her, putting Frank, or Kazimir in my direct line of sight. He’s sitting on a sofa in front of me. When he sees me, he smiles and gets up from where he’s sitting.