Blow My Fuse - Kickstart Trilogy - Page 71

“Chaser,” she whispers.

“Fuck,” I glance down. “See how hard I am now?”

She chuckles and reaches over. “Ooo. Too bad we’re still about an hour from home.”

“Don’t test me, woman. I got no problem pulling over on the side of the road. Be a good story for the guys to tell everyone when we get back.”

She giggles and pushes my hand away. “Don’t you dare.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Can’t risk anyone getting a peek at the Mallory Dove getting fucked by rock star Chaser Adams.”

She laughs even harder at my shitty entertainment television host voice.

“Thank you.” She crosses her legs, and her skirt rises a few inches.

“You’re killing me,” I mutter.

Chapter Forty-Four

Chaser

Do I get to go home and fuck my woman like I want?

No. No, I don’t.

Club comes first, whether I’m an active member at the moment or not.

Mallory pouts for a second, before rising up on tiptoes. “I’ll be waiting in your room wearing my stockings and nothing else,” she whispers in my ear.

I groan and grab her hip, keeping her close. “What are you trying to do to me, woman?”

“Motivate you.” She kisses my cheek, gives me a flirty wave and trots off down the hallway.

Behind me, Trigger whistles. I turn to find him rubbing his hand over his crotch and shaking his head.

“You better have a case of crabs and not be jerking yourself to my girlfriend.” First Tally taking my girl out to the fuckin’ movies, and now this asshole.

“Sorry, brother. She’s a fine woman. Don’t fuck that up. Lotta men would be willing to treat her right.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re not my type.” He glances down the hall. “Now, Mallory on the other hand—”

“Don’t.” I hold up both hands. “Go there, brother. I will straight up gut you.”

He laughs and claps me on the back.

“Don’t touch me with your damn dick-rubbing hands.” I jerk my shoulder out of his grasp.

The shit I’m subjected to when I come home.

Shaking my head, I follow the others into our war room.

“Sure I’m allowed in here, Pop?” I ask as I pass my dad and get a smack on the back of the head in response.

“Child abuser,” I joke.

He shakes his head, but I can tell he’s trying not to laugh. “Sit your ass down.”

Once everyone’s in their seat, my father slaps his palm on the table to get their attention.

“How’d it go with DeLova?” he starts.

“Better than I expected. He’s not thrilled, but I don’t think he’s gonna try and off me any time soon. Kinda what we thought, he wanted to make sure she was with me willingly and that she was happy.”

“Aw, ain’t that precious,” one of my brothers says.

“Fuck off,” I growl.

My father slaps the table in front of me. “Continue.”

“He wants to move into Toronto like we expected. Never been able to get into that market before.”

“Yeah, because they’re a bunch of bloodthirsty backstabbers,” Dice shouts. “We can’t be getting into business with Russians, Prez. You know this.”

“We have a different relationship now. DeLova’s not gonna put his daughter at risk.”

“Yeah, and what about when Chaser fucks it up and Mallory dumps his sorry ass?” Trick asks. “DeLova will take it out on every one of us.”

“Fuck you,” I snap. “That’s fucking bullshit.”

“All right. Calm the fuck down.” He points at Trick. “You’re not the best person to be offering relationship advice. Watch yourself.” He shuffles through a few papers in front of him. “Who do we have at that facility?”

“Jesus,” Trigger groans. “Angelo’s there.”

“All right, I need you to pay him a visit. Explain he needs to make friends with DeLova. See what we can work out with their crew. We’ll take care of whatever he needs.”

My father glances around the table, taking yes votes from everyone. Only one brother objects, which won’t stop the club from moving forward.

More delicate club business needs to be discussed, and my father sends me out of the room for that. I’m not insulted. It’s the choice I made when I decided to pursue music over the club. Speaking of, I take the couple free moments to give Alvin a call.

“When the fuck you coming back?” Alvin shouts. “Shit’s been crazy since you left.”

“Jesus Christ, really?” I run my hand over my face. “Jacob get clean?”

“He’s been trying hard.” He lowers his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Never better, honestly. It was rough at first, but I’m feeling sane again.”

“Thank fuck,” he mutters. “When you coming back?”

“Next week?” I have important plans to put in motion before we head back to California.

“I sent you a copy of LA Pulse. You’re on the cover.” Even if I wanted to, I doubt I could find the weekly gossip rag in Kodack easily. Something Alvin knows. “Thanks, but why? I’m not even in L.A.”

“Yeah, no shit. That’s what the headline says: “Where’s Chaser Adams?”

I snort. “No kidding? Didn’t think I was that big a deal.”

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