Deeds (Broken Deeds #1) by Esther E. Schmidt Page A

information about club business. That shit isn’t mine to share. She shakes her head to calm herself down. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she walks back up to me.
    “How long have you guys been working on this?” Her voice is soft as silk. “Can you at least tell me that?”
    “About two months. Right after they found the boy who was beaten and murdered. By then, they’d already taken four boys. All things seem to trace back to Lepack, except there was and still is no hard evidence.
    Nothing concrete enough to nail their asses to the wall. Since they had a little body on their hands and a new one gone missing, a judge issued a search warrant. They didn’t find shit. That’s when they brought the case to us.”
    “They? You said they took four kids. Lepack isn’t alone in this?”
    “No, he has two brothers, one older and one younger. They live on an old pig farm. The pictures are in the file. We don’t know if it’s just him or if his brothers are involved as well.”
    She bends down to pick up the papers, straightening them and setting them back in the folder before handing it to me. “Well, good luck catching them.”
    I take the folder from her outstretched hand as she steps around me and walks into the kitchen. Obviously she’s fucking pissed at me. She couldn’t resist asking those questions and I know she’s already thinking things through. I want her thoughts, I need her on this case.
    Seems like I need to pressure her into helping me. Dammit, that’s gonna be a pain in the ass, especially since she wants answers about the club and I can’t fucking give her those.
    Walking into the kitchen, I place the file on the kitchen table. She’s standing by the counter, pouring herself another cup of coffee. Drawing a deep breath, I decide to go for the normal upfront, lay-it-all-out-there approach.
    “I left the file for you to find, okay? Me and the guys have gone through that shit  every damn day and we’re not any further than we were on day one. I need a fresh set of eyes. Yours. Will you at least look everything over and give me your opinion?”
    Nothing. Not even an eye twitch. It’s like I didn’t fucking say a word. Fuck! We’re back to the not speaking thing? Shit. She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’ll  fucking wait hours, if not days, for her to speak again. Fuck that.
    I walk up behind her and I trap her against the kitchen counter. My hand fists in her dirty blond hair and I pull her head to the side so I can bite my favorite spot on her neck. She presses back into me with that tight ass of hers. When she moans, I release her neck and slide my lips to her ear.
    “Work with me on this. You were born into a fucking MC, you know how this shit goes. I can’t give you the answers you want right now. Hell, I might never get to tell you. Other shit, yeah. I’ll fucking tell ya. You listening, Lips? I ain’t holding back this part of the information ‘cause I don’t trust you. It’s because my hands are tied. What you want isn’t mine to share. You need to trust me on this.”
    “Just Lips, huh? I gather the hot part has already worn off?”
    The corners of my mouth turn up as I chuckle. Typical how she picks that part to question, instead of all the shit I just laid out. Pressing my rock hard cock into that fine piece of ass, I let her know she is most definitely wrong about that.
    “Yeah, Lips. The guys start calling you that, it’s your club name. I’m the only one who gets to call you Hotlips, and they sure as fuck won’t be calling you hot. They settled with Lips. Suits you just fine, don’t you think? They all know both sets are off limits to everyone but me. The hot part? All mine. Even when your lips are frozen shut, you’re still gonna be hot as fuck for me.”
     
     
    ***Lynn***
    Great. Just fucking great. I’m gonna go through life as Lips from now on. Top or bottom ones? Eh, fuck it. Who cares? Oh, hell. My neck itches and because I’m