Deeds: Broken Deeds MC by Esther E. Schmidt Read Free Book Online Page B

metal stud or a ring that I normally use to push through a hole I make in people’s bodies. The hell no! That’ll be a fucking bullet.

Chapter 4
     
    ***Deeds***
     
    She’s killing me. She is actually trying to kill me. It’s been four fucking hours and I can’t take any more of the silent treatment. She knows exactly what she’s doing and it fucking needs to stop. Right now. Why the fuck women do this shit is beyond me. My mother used to do this to my father and that woman could keep it up for days at a time. Now I know what that must have felt like for my dad.
    Which reminds me, I need to check on Grams. She lives on the ground floor in the club's apartments, right between two prospects. She’s old and sick, but not that old and not that sick that she doesn't get into shit. The prospects keep an eye on her and we all try to keep her out of trouble. That brings me back to the woman I’m watching right now.
    Hotlips. At the moment Frozenlips might be a better fit since she isn’t talking to me. She spent the first two hours after we got home reading on her tablet and right now she’s watching her second documentary. Something about CSI or how to hide a body. Yeah, she’s planning to kill me alright.
    Another hour goes by with Lynn not talking to me and me just staring at her before I’m brought out of it by my phone. A message from my VP, church in fifteen minutes . I type back a quick reply so he can send over a brother to guard Lynn. Standing up from the chair where I’ve been watching her from a safe distance, I stalk towards her.
    “I’ve got church in fifteen minutes. A brother will be here in a minute. If there’s anything you need, just let me know.”
    She doesn’t even take her eyes off the television. Doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that I’m standing next to her. I take a step to the side so I’m blocking her view, and her head tilts up slowly. She just keeps staring at me, a blank expression on her face. I can’t help but smile down at her. Fuck, I love this hard-headed bitch. I feel the need to ruffle her feathers.
    “Acting like a cunt, are we now?”
    Her ass is off the couch the second the word cunt leaves my lips. Jumping on the couch cushions to tower over me, she jabs a finger into my chest.
    “What the fuck did you just call me?”
    “She speaks. All I had to do was say the magic word, and poof. Speech activated.”
    She yanks her hand back. From the look in her eyes and the way she cocks her arm back, I know exactly what’s coming. With one smooth move, I twist her arm behind her back and flip her down onto the couch. She’s now face down into the cushion.
    Much to my surprise, she’s not even struggling or running her mouth. This only shows me that she’s even more pissed than before I used the word cunt. Bringing my lips next to her ear I whisper.
    “I didn’t call you anything, Hotlips. I only said you acted like one. If you behave for the time I’m needed in church, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll fuck that tight little cunt of yours when I get back. Because with all the moves you showed today, I know your body is ready for what I’ve got planned for you.”
    Still not one word. Her breathing has picked up, though, so I know I have her attention. Letting my hand slide down her back, I grab her ass and then stroke my fingers  between her legs. One last stroke and I feel her wetness through the yoga pants she’s wearing. Making my dick harden in response.
    There’s a knock on the door. “Behave, Hotlips.”
    Letting go of her arm, I stand and walk to the door. I hear faint footsteps a moment too late as Lynn jumps on my back and is tightening her arm around my throat. She’s got a solid grip and is cutting off my air supply. She’s screaming out curses similar to the ones tumbling out of my mouth. With the little air I have left, I have to act. Seeing no other way out of this, I throw my back against the wall, hopefully with enough force to shake her loose.
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