Motown Takedown (Motown Down Book 3) (21 page)

When Cinn was pissed off you did not want to be within range. That fury was never aimed at me, but I was the only one she’d let near to calm her down. Rounding the corner,I found her standing in the hall outside of Savage’s door with a mug in her hand. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop,
”
I advise her.

“You’re not my boss,
”
she snaps. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, only he does,
”
she says pointing at the door. I could feel the hate pouring from her, and I had a good idea as to why she was pissed. No, not just pissed…hurt.

“Talk it out with me,
”
I prompt her.

“He won’t let me go to school,
”
she says closing her eyes. “I just…want to learn.”

“I know, Cinn, and I want that for you, but you can’t risk being seen.”

“I realize that, Monarch,
”
she says searing me with a look of murder. “Which was why I asked to take classes online.”

“What’d he say to that?”

In her best Savage voice she says, “You don’t need school, Bean. Everything you need to know, I can teach you.
”
Putting a hand on her hip she mumbles, “Teach me what? He can barely read, and when he comes out of that door, I’m using this mug to teach him the law of physics.”

“Give me the mug, Cinn,
”
I order extending my hand. “Then meet me in the garage, I’ve got a deal for you.”

Sticking her hand out, she angrily releases the mug. But she did meet me in the garage and took my deal. Using fake credentials and transcripts, by that night I had Cinn enrolled online to get her GED. She didn’t care that it wouldn’t be her name on the certificate, she just wanted to be able to say she graduated.

And she did, with straight As.

In the weeks since Cinn left the den in Demo’s hands, it went from an organization to respect to a frat house. If the bodies scattered all over the place was anything to go by, the paraphernalia and stench alone said Demo dropped the ball. Cinn, who was on my lap, taking in the state of the den itself was not at all pleased about it. My woman spent years building this empire and to see it come to this was upsetting to her. To top it off, Demo was late, and she still smelled like tequila.

Having had enough, on top of being hung the fuck over, she stood up and made a decision. Making a call, she keeps it simple. “Whoever is on site, awake, asleep or dead, drag their asses in here
now
.”

“Pope?
”
I ask.

“Gunner,
”
she says absently.

“Cinn,
”
I put strength behind it needing her attention and her submission. “Get a handle on it.”

“Don’t,
”
she says low. Tossing her bag at me, she storms out of the room, and I follow. Taking the stairs two at a time, she heads to the third door and kicks the fucker open. Rushing the bed, she rips the covers off to reveal Demo passed out with two females in his bed. Grabbing the first bitch, Cinn sends her crashing to the floor. Screaming in pain, she scrambles away hoping to bolt. The second one shared the same fate. Or maybe a little worse because she landed on something that cut her. Cinn did not care.

Demo did not wake; he did not even stir.

But he had left a shotgun out. Cinn got a hold of it, racked it and put it in his face. “Wake him,
”
she orders me. Walking over, I smash my fist into his chin to get his attention. He came awake swinging until he saw Cinn and the shotgun. “Good morning, Demo,
”
she says planting her feet. “I’m serving breakfast in bed today. Would you like one bullet or two?”

“Put the gun down,
”
he says rolling over showing us his ass. Unloading a round three inches above his head, he flies out of bed slamming into the floor.

“Change of plans,
”
she says racking it again. Looking over at me, she gives another order. “Head down and let Gunner know I’m running this meeting. Let him also know that Demo is leaving.”

“Cinn,
”
he says pushing up from the floor. “Don’t be hasty! I gave you good intel!”

“Eros,
”
she says in a sure voice. “Please.”

“Secure him first,
”
I warn her. “Then I’ll go.”

“You have two days to make other arrangements,
”
she says with finality. “I’m disappointed in you, Demo. You’ve got coke on the nightstand, local talent that smelled like chili in your bed and men doing whatever the fuck they want because they have no leader! You and I have no deal. Take your shit, your drama and your business elsewhere.”

“You’ll regret this,
”
he says walking into the bathroom. Unloading another round, this time into the wall next to his head she asks him, “Did you just threaten me?”

“No,
”
he says staring at the hole shocked it wasn’t his head. “Believe it or not, I’m trying to help you.”

“Worry about helping yourself. You look like fuck. Two days…
”
she says tossing the gun on the bed. And then to me, “Let’s get this over with.”

Back in the den, twenty-seven men (twenty-fiveof which looked terrified) stood waiting for her. Wasting no time, she addresses the group. “Effective immediately, the den is back under my control.
”
The looks of relief were on every face in attendance, minus mine. “However, I will have men here in my stead. I don’t do frat parties, boys, and I certainly will not tolerate drugs, skanks and discord in my den. I’ll be back here same time tomorrow. If this place is not befitting of a queen, I will gut someone. I want bankrolls, business to date, and I want names of who is assigned to what. Are we clear?”

Nods all around were not enough for her. “I said, are we clear?
”
Yes,’s filled the room but she still wasn’t done. “This gentleman is Monarch.
My
Monarch. If he finds out, I’m not happy… what he will do is far worse than what I can do and boys, you’ve seen what I can do. Further, if I find out any of you are planning to use him as a means to ensure I stay here, I’ll kill you and your entire family tree. I’ll find your dentist, your mechanic, and your God damn kindergarten teacher too. This den will not allow plotting or chaos to reign supreme unless I’m doing it. If any of you have a problem with that, there’s the fucking door. I’ll even give you a three count before I shoot you in the back.”

When no one budged, she stood tall and announced, “I am holding you to a higher standard than Savage ever would because I know you are capable of such. You are criminals! Act like it!”

And with that, she walked out.

“He will take one look at the whore I’ve created and know my cock was buried here first,
”
he says holding my jaw in his grip like a vice. Any more pressure and he’d crack it. “Think he’ll want my scraps, Bean?”

Scraps. Has a female been called worse? Probably. But being called scraps actually hurt because I wasn’t sure if Monarch would want what I’ve become. What I’ve been forced to become. “Answer me!
”

Show no weakness, give no mercy. “Yes,
”
I say surely. “Yes, he will.”

Roaring in fury, he releases me so he can trash the room. For several minutes, he did this. The lamps, the bedding, frames on the walls and even the rugs. Nothing was spared. Rounding on me again, he snags my wrists pinning them above my head. We were nose to nose, and I didn’t need to look in his eyes to see the madness there. “Then he dies.”

This declaration would be the start of a vicious cycle where Savage sent his men to kill Monarch yet none would succeed. The only thing Savage would ever succeed at was cementing my status as a whore.

Sweat.

I was covered in it.

He was driving into me like a man possessed. I was taking it, squeezing my tits and raising my ass up like instructed. His tattooed arms anchored on either side of my body showed his veins popping out, proof of his hard work. Arching my back, he moves one arm to wrap my long hair around his fist and yank.

Taking my mouth, he sucks my tongue and drives even harder. “Who’s woman storms the den hungover and in high fucking heels?
”
Two orgasms in, I was incapable of speech. “My woman,
”
he grunts pulling even harder. “Who’s pussy is the wettest, sweetest, tightest piece?
”
he growls rolling his hips. “
My fucking woman
.”

Moaning with sensation, he tackles me to the bed stomach down covering my body with his weight. Still plunging, I grip the comforter in effort to push myself up and fail. “Nine years,
”
he roars coming inside of me. His awkward movements trigger another in me. Not intense in its strength but still really fucking nice. Thrusting through his release, he falls to his forearms keeping me caged. Moving my hair away from my neck, he trails kisses along my skin, and I shiver. “I was lost for nine years.”

Rolling to my side putting us face to face, I trace his neck staring at the ink there. All of his ink, every last line was a tribute to me as it should be. “I was too.”

Cupping my face, I grip his hands. On the right, my name covered his knuckles, the thumb had a heart with Cinn only being four letters. On the left his knuckles said, queen. His chest though was a masterpiece. A gigantic crown filled with jewels and in old English below it read
Mo chuisle
. “I wanted to be clean for you,
”
he whispers.

“What about me?
”
I ask gasping for air. “I’m filthy. One look, and you’ll see I’m covered in it.”

“I had a choice; you didn’t. You’re not filthy, Cinn, you’re sterling. You shine because you survived that shit. What kind of man am I that I left you there?”

“Why are you digging up a past we can’t change?”

“Because seeing you now, today. You could have handled it. I’m thinking now of what I should have done, and I’m pissed that I didn’t see it then. Nine years…”

“On my birthday,
”
I begin making sure I kept his eyes on mine. “I told myself he was you.
”
When his eyes closed in pain, I kept going. “It was always
you
.”

“On your birthday,
”
he grates out. “I slaughtered eighteen men. One for every year of your life.”

“I know,
”
I smile sadly remembering the news. It was one of the few times Savage mentioned him to me. Granted, he used it to taunt me but it fucked with Savage that Monarch wanted me that much. Even apart he fought for me.

My phone chose that time to ring and Ares chose that time to circle the door. Before answering the call, I kiss him and tell him, “You came for me, Eros.”

Lying next to me, he runs his hands over my stomach while I connect. “Demo,
”
I say in greeting.

“I fucked up,
”
he says. “I left the den. Aligned with Casper for the short term but just so you know he’s got his eyes on you too. I’ll keep you informed.
”
And with that said, I hung up.

“Demo’s got balls,
”
he says sitting up.

“But they aren’t bigger than mine.”

Smiling at me, he pulls his jeans up and says, “Taking the mutt out,
”
before leaving the room. As for me, I looked at the come staining my thighs, stretched out on the mattress and left it there.