Motown Takedown (Motown Down Book 3) (31 page)

Four roughnecks stood in my garage ready to face death to see her. Not one feared it, that emotion was absent. Each were tight lipped yet they were a unit.
Something passed over those boys’ faces when they saw her. Not lust, not greed or even aggression.

Relief.

The look on her face was even more obvious than theirs. Cinn loved these boys. What was asked or said after watching my woman exhale in relief didn’t matter. She claimed them and I followed suit. I loved what she loved, it was that fucking simple. Which also meant that I needed to make an effort to let her breathe. Cinn wanted her freedom, yet never asked for too much of it. I had to find a way to make her happy and not have a heart attack at the same time.

We didn’t go back to sleep. Instead, we sat in the kitchen while she happily explained how she met the boys and tried keeping them from a life of crime but failed. Cinn doesn’t do extreme happy very often. She smiles, sometimes giggles but she isn’t bubbly. The pride in her voice and eyes nearly undid me. Especially when she used them for her own purposes which was intel and even getting a ton of coke to Camo to kill The Greek.

For a few hours she forgot about the pain in her arm and the asshole I’d been. She’d worried for these boys,
our
boys now. I wanted them protected because she wanted them protected. So when she bragged about their ability to acquire things, I saw an opening and took it. I had shipments missing and I wanted to know why. I also wanted them back and didn’t have the luxury of time to do it myself. Ransom merged with the enemy so they’d be useful keeping an eye out for him too. As for Casper, I planned to handle him personally.

But first, Cinn and I had some shit to handle. It was not lost on me that I was her primary source of distress which meant it was up to me to make a grand gesture. Even if it fucking killed me.

“Call your girls,
”
I tell her. “We’re going out tonight, my queen needs an outfit.”

“Eros,
”
she says biting her lip.

“On one condition,
”
I interject. “Camo is with you and I mean
with you
as in, loaded the fuck up.”

“Can I be loaded the fuck up too?”

“Yes.”

Scrambling around the table, she throws herself into me and says, “I love you,
”
in my ear.

“Go,
”
I smack her ass. “But check in.
”
Ready to bolt, I grab her good wrist and ask her, “Is Mo chuisle happy?”

“She is, Eros. She’s very happy.”

“Move out.”

Off like a shot, Ares was there to share in her excitement but neither of them were as pleased or as terrified as I was. Dialing Pookie he answers quick which I respected. “Cinn and I are out tonight, the boys watch the grounds on your order. After she leaves bring them inside, get ‘em fed and let’s see what they can do.”

Then I sat back pretending to enjoy my coffee.

Two hours and three check ins from Cinn later, she was headed home and I found out exactly what these boys could do.
Any-fucking-thing
. Sam the silent one, Pillbox (dumb fucking name we’d be changing), Dopey (not much better) and Jones all excelled at dark shit. Knew nothing
but
dark shit. It was exactly what I needed. They also loved my queen, this did not hurt their cause. Listening to these boys, almost men, tell tales of my woman eased something inside of me. Cinn, who shows the world she’s above them in every way isn’t who she is at all. My woman has a soft heart for those she cares about. Although the number is small, she protects each of us fiercely. Hell, she plotted Savage’s downfall for years for no other reason than to get to me. She lived in hell, survived that shit to come home.

So when she exited the shower with nothing but a towel on her head the only thing I could do was stare. Undeniably the most beautiful female walking the earth, Cinn was hard when she needed to be but she was also this too. A young beautiful woman stoked to go out with friends. Was I ready to give her absolute freedom? No. But I’d do everything I could to make her happy otherwise. Sitting on the bed she gives her arm time to dry then allows me to put the ointment on it. As gently as possible, I did that, followed by wrapping it. Kissing me, she unzips the bag pulling out a tight ass dress. Groaning at thoughts of her in it, she looks over her shoulder and smiles. “Could another woman look any better in this dress?
”
she asks sweetly. “I do not think so,
”
she finishes on a laugh. As for me, I just watched her do her thing. Hair was first because she had a lot of it. Makeup took a bit because she went heavy with it and dressing was last. This did not take long because she wore nothing underneath. Sliding her heels on that buckled up around the ankle put her nearly eye level with me.

“You going to dress your man?”

“Glad you mentioned it,
”
she says bending over to another box. Seeing the outline of her bare ass under that dress had me behind her and bending her over the bed. All these weeks of her reading me romance novels gave me ideas, good ideas. “Spread your legs.
”
On a soft exhale she does. Sliding my hand up between her thighs I found her pussy and growled in approval at the wetness. Moving her hair off to her shoulder so I had full view of her back, I pressed my lips to her spine.

“Eros,
”
she moans.

“My queen comes on my hand before dressing me.
”
And with that I circled her clit applying pressure with my thumb. Keeping her pinned with my free hand at the base of her back and my fingers working her over, she arches back and comes on my fingers as ordered.

Easing her up and spinning her to face me, I slide my fingers into my mouth while she watches with hooded eyes. “Heaven,
”
I tell her licking my lips. Leaning forward to kiss me she gives me her tongue and groans. “I do taste amazing,
”
she smiles. “I never doubted it.”

“You can dress me now,
”
I wink.

And she did. When she finished with me I didn’t bother with the mirror. I knew I was big and unattractive. But, Cinn thought I was something and that worked for me. Because she saw me as worthy meant everything. I’d find out later that this was something I should have remembered.

“He let you out to play,
”
Camo says holding up a dress for me. “Smart man.”

“He’s trying,
”
I tell her nixing the awful dress. As flawless as I was, even I couldn’t make this nightmare work.

“How does one try to give you freedom?
”
she laughs. “It’s fucking America, and last time I checked we’re all free, Cinn.”

“You don’t have criminals lurking in dark corners waiting to use you as leverage either, Camo.”

“Then I’d kill the lurkers and save myself the trouble,
”
she smiles.

“Now you sound like Monarch.”

“Take that back!
”
she squeals hitting me with a hanger.

Smiling at her, I snag another dress and hold it up. This one was a keeper. “If roles were reversed I might—-“

“If roles were reversed the body count would be legendary,
”
she interrupts. “I get these men have to figure shit out, Cinn. I also get it takes time. But do not treat him with kid gloves and don’t use outside threats as a valid reason to concede to him. You are not new to the game and you are lethal in your own right. Make sure he remembers that, okay?”

“Okay,
”
I nod. “Enough about that, tell me how much better I make this dress look.”

“You are such a narcissist.
”

“You’d do me.”

“I’m only human,
”
she winks.

Part of me wanted to stay pissed at him for previously denying me girlfriend time. But listening to Camo and Kandace fake drama to get our drinks faster, I couldn’t call it up. Because I was enjoying them now and he’d stepped up. And seriously, these two were too fucking hilarious to miss. Not that we were lacking a drink. Jules made sure we were well taken care of but the girls like to play pranks on the unsuspecting public. Tonight it was the bartender. With my buzz slowly creeping in, I was feeling relaxed and happy. The orgasm delivered by Monarch’s fingers didn’t hurt either. Or his big hand resting on my ass for that matter.

Men stared, women stared, but I saw two things: My friends and Monarch.

For the first time ever, I was a part of a different kind of crew. They owed me nothing. They did not answer to me or I to them. We spent time together because we
wanted
to. Also, it hit me that not every man with a pulse wanted to fuck me. In fact, the men that belonged to my friends did not give me a second glance. They did not look at me with lust or greed. Their women did not feel threatened or envious of me. This, I gathered, was why Monarch was relaxed too.

I realized that when a man loves his women, other women do not even register. Because they knew what they had. That they already had the most beautiful women in the world in their arms and nothing else mattered. Leaning even deeper into his side, I run my hand up his back and dig in with my nails to get his attention. Bending down to me, his eyes were intense and trained solely on me. I knew I looked good because I always did. Because of the bandage, I bought a black lycra dress with one arm to cover it. The dress was skin tight, because if you were going to wear a dress it should complement you. Mine did. “My queen happy?
”
he asks in my ear.

“Yes,
”
I return. “You’re okay the boys are watching the grounds?
”
I wanted to make sure because the boys looked at me as a mentor and him as a hero. It meant a lot to me that he took them in because I believed in them. It meant a lot to know they were safe from Casper. Demo, who’s been keeping in touch made it clear he found it odd that Ransom was brought into the fold so easily. Especially considering he’d been Monarch’s right hand from the start. Pope and Gunner figured Casper was desperate enough to take any advantage he could get if in the end he got me. Though I tended to agree, I called Shade who knew some shit and asked what he thought.

He said the same as the others. He also said at some point a move will be made to take Monarch down. I’ve made it clear I won’t allow that to happen. Unfortunately, my man is so certain he’s untouchable he refuses to take any threat seriously. Which was why I was doing it for him. Because that’s what a queen did. She protected her king. I belonged with him, only wanted him and I wanted this power play bullshit over with.

“My queen has an eye for soldiers,
”
he says kissing my lobe. “Them boys know shit, Cinn.”

“I know right?
”
Smiling up at him, I had to admit the boys were handy.

“Later, when it’s quiet and my dick’s buried deep, I’m going to ask you what you think about the boys staying inside with us.”

Elated at the thought, I bite his lip and tell him, “Later when it’s quiet and your dick’s buried deep, I’m going to tell you that it’s a great idea and then I’m going to thank you.
”
Grabbing his ass I whisper, “With my mouth.”

“Bitches!
”
Kandace yells. “To the stage!”

Licking his bottom lip, I watch his eyes hood and his face soften. “No riots, Mo chuisle.”

“Eros,
”
I giggle. “I make no promises.”

“Cinn…”

“Just a little one?”

Growling, he pushes his sleeves up trying to act hard. When he was like this, he wasn’t hard. He was putty in my hands. So I grabbed his dick through his slacks and asked again, “Just a little one, please?”

“Cinn!
”
Camo yells. “Today, hooker!”

“Go,
”
he says releasing me. “I’ll be here when you’re done but I cannot promise there won’t be a body count.”

“Yay!
”
I squeal breaking away and taking Camo’s hand.

Hitting the stage, Kharma (aka Venessa) announces this would be a group performance. When the music cued up Lina, Jules, Venessa, Macy, Kandace, Camo, and I smiled at each other. But when Kandace started to sing with us as backup, I wasn’t done smiling. Fuck no, I took Joan Jett to the next fucking level.

…And caused a riot.

Because if you’re going to cause a riot, it should be a big one.