He pumped into her a couple of times. She started to relent, and he left her body once again. “Now be a good girl and make us some food.” He stepped back aware of his c**k standing tall, proud and wanting back inside her wet warmth.
She climbed off the side, glaring at him.
Her hazel depths were f**king tempting. Watching her, he admired the curves of her body. There were no bones protruding out, which always left him wanting to give the woman a hot meal. Her body had real flesh for him to hold onto. Being the big man with the strength he knew he possessed, thin women were always a challenge to him.
When he was with skinny women he held himself back for fear of hurting them. He loved good sex, hard sex, and he did have it with slender women, but part of him always made sure not to let go. The times he’d been with Eva he hadn’t held back.
She was strong and took his passion.
“I’ve got to go to the office. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Eva didn’t say anything and kept making sandwiches. Something she’d spoken of earlier had stuck with him. Snitch hadn’t been killed all those years ago. At least, he hadn’t been killed by his hand. Closing his office door, he went to the picture on the far wall and removed it. Entering the correct code in the secure safe, he opened the door. Several guns lay on a stack of cash. Eva knew the code. After the break in from The Lions, he’d made sure to train her with a gun in their free time. Along the side were all the files he possessed. The ones he kept at home were all the important files that he didn’t want anyone to know about. He trusted Eva. Maybe he was a f**king idiot for doing it, but he did trust her.
Grabbing the file, he closed the safe, replaced the mirror and sat behind his desk. Turning on the light, he flicked the file open to see a picture of Snitch staring back at him. If the man survived the takeover of Fort Wills then he’d be a couple of years older than Tiny. The thought of Snitch out there worried Tiny. The other man didn’t give a f**k about anyone but vengeance. Why wait twenty years to make his move? Unless Snitch had to start from scratch with building up his club. A lot of men were killed in the takeover of Fort Wills. Not many men made it out alive.
Picking up his phone he dialed Devil’s number. He always knew how to keep in touch with the other man. It was part of their agreement. Devil didn’t want to stay behind in Fort Wills. He helped to get Snitch out of town, but he didn’t stay to take over.
“What?” Devil asked.
Tiny heard the music playing over the phone. Whistles, catcalls, and all sorts of noises came over the line.
“Are you able to talk?” Tiny rubbed at his temple.
“I’ve got plenty of na**d girls around me, Tiny. I don’t think your guys were right about the sister. I can’t f**king find her.” Devil sounded annoyed yet distracted.
“My boys are not wrong. If you can’t find her then she doesn’t want to be found. My boys gave you the location for her sister. Stop looking for the mother of your kid, and start looking for her sister.” Tiny flicked through the file wishing he didn’t have to open it up.
“I’ll find her. You’re not the type of man to steer me wrong, and if you do, friend or not, I’ll f**king kill you.”
Tiny considered it a compliment to be worth killing from Devil.
“She’s there.”
“What do you want? I take it this is not a social call unless that little blonde bombshell wants to hook up,” Devil said, talking about Angel.
“Angel’s pregnant with Lash’s baby.”
“I’m not picky. I’ll still take her in.”
Shaking his head, Tiny leaned back in his chair. “Did you kill Snitch?”
Silence descended over the line.
“Shit, like that is over twenty years old. Leave it alone,” Devil said.
“What if he’s back?” Tiny stood going to his window to look out at the dark night. Eva couldn’t have been right, but the attack where the thugs took Nash made a little more sense this way. Also, the attack on the women made a lot of sense if Snitch and a new crew were behind it. For some reason Snitch always got people to follow him. The bastard was like the f**king plague.
“Hold on. Get the f**k off me, bitch,” Devil said.
Tiny heard a lot of commotion over the line then pure silence as a door closed in the distance. “You’ve got my attention.”
“So you didn’t kill him?” Tiny asked.
“I buried a lot of men during that time, Tiny. If you didn’t kill him, then Mikey could have or Alex,” Devil said.
“Alex wouldn’t get his hands dirty, and Mikey would have told me.”
“Well if Mikey did kill him he took the info with him to his grave.” Devil cursed over the line. “If he’s not dead then we’re in trouble.”
“He’s the only person I know who would go after our women,” Tiny said. “He doesn’t give a shit who gets hurt at all.”
“Yeah, if it’s him no one is safe. He’s a sick f**k. Look, Snitch is an idiot, but he’s clever. He will find a way in, Tiny. Watch your back, and keep in f**king touch. Shit, I can’t deal with this shit. I gotta find my kid.”
“Your kid is with his mother or the sister. He’ll be fine.”
“The mother is a whore. I’m not leaving my kin with that bitch. I don’t even know what her sister is like. Bitch never talked about her. Fuck, I’ve got to go. One of my boys is calling me.” Devil hung up without saying another word.
Placing the phone back into the cradle, Tiny stared at the file he kept on Snitch. It was the one file where his own past blended with that of the other man. There had once been a time when he would have followed this man blindly into anything. The night he watched him gang-rape a girl and torture her had been the final straw for Tiny.
The wakeup call he’d received that night had been a victim too late. If someone ever tried to do that to Tate, he’d castrate the bastard and then take his time killing him.
Running a hand over his face, Tiny felt dread for the first time in over twenty-five years. If Snitch was back then he needed to get his men prepared for the danger coming their way.
****
Several hours later Eva stood washing the dishes. Tiny had banned her from wearing any clothing. Walking around the house butt ass na**d was not something she liked doing. Every now and then she caught sight of her body in the mirror. She’d never been one to be overly concerned about her shape. Her father, Ned, taught her at a young age to be proud of who she was, embrace her shape. Smiling, Eva recalled the conversations he tried to have as she was growing.