When we enter the warehouse, the very one that Lauren killed Demon in, I hear the moaning and grunting of injured men. I round the corner and see Grim punching one of the three men as his arms are chained above his head.

“Tell me where he is!” Grim shouts in anger. The Devil member doesn’t answer, instead he coughs up some dark blood onto the floor.

“Now look what you’ve done.” I say as I step closer to my brother. “He’s got blood on the floor.”

Grim smiles at me and then looks down at the bloodied man. “You’ve pissed my brother off.” I walk over to another of three men, he’s sat on the floor with his hand tied behind his back around a wooden post. His face is bloody and he looks as if he’s passed out.

“You got any info yet?” I ask Baby.

“No.” He frowns. “None of them are giving in, I think Grim’s going to take it up a notch.”

“Good.” I nod. “Dad’s pissed and we need details.”

“I’ll tell Grim, you see to BO.”

“BO?” I ask him.

“Yeah, the third member over there. He stinks of B.O so we named him BO.” Baby shrugs as he then walks over to where Grim is beating the shit out of the man tied up. I look to my right and see the third man sat on a chair, his hands and legs are all secured and he doesn’t look like he’s been touched yet. However when I walk closer to him I see how dirty he looks and his stench drifts up my nose.

“Fuck you stink.” I frown down at him.

“That’s not very nice.” Scrappy laughs as he joins me.

“It’s the fucking truth.” I kick the man in the chair.

“You spoke to Prez?” He asks as I survey the filthy bastard sat in front of me.

“Yep and we need info.” I reply, thinking over what I should do to my new toy.

I kick him until he looks up at me. “Where’s Strike?”

BO smirks at me, still keeping quiet and I already makes me angry.

“Where is Strike?” I growl, punching him square in the face. Scrappy winces beside me, everyone knows how good my right arm is but it doesn’t make the man chained in the chair talk. Already getting bored of his game, I walk over to the wall of many toys and get down my Dads’ favourite saw. I notice everyone looking over at me, I’m not that known for my mean streak like Grim but that’s because nothing major like this has ever happened to someone I care so much about.

“You see this?” I ask BO as I stop in front of him. “This is my Dads’. It’s big and sturdy, you know why?”

He doesn’t answer me, but I do see his Adams apple nervously bob up and down and his eyes are fixed on the saw in my hands.

“It’s so it can almost cut through anything.” I grin down at him. “Shall we give it a try?” I don’t wait for an answer. I order Scrappy to hold his arm out and Baby runs over to hold BO still for me. I rest the saw just above his elbow and pause to ask him again.

“Where’s Strike?” I ask, but again I get no answer. With a deep laugh, I turn and watch the saw as I dig it further into his skin. His screams fade away as I loose myself in the mission I’ve been handed.

Two arms and one leg later, we have some information on Strike and we call it a night. By morning I very much doubt the Devil members will be alive anyway but at least we have some news on the fucker. I head straight to my room and shower. Grim can take care of getting the information to Dad. I don’t want anything belonging to that filthy bastard left on me any second longer. Plus, I know Natasha was hanging around earlier in the day, I don’t want her to see me in a bloody mess.

I spot her through the window as she’s sat outside, alone. Taking advantage of the situation, I head straight for her. I haven’t properly spoken to her since I left her at Grim and Lauren’s place last night. I loved the flirty texts this morning though, shit they got me hard.

“Hello beautiful.” I greet her from behind and take a seat next to her.

“Devlin.” She greets with the most gorgeous smile. Shit, she’s got me deep.

“Why you all alone?” I ask her.

“Drew and Lauren will be back any minute.” She answers.

“Well,” I say as I shuffle a little closer to her. “We better hurry before they do then.”

Natasha laughs at my teasing, but little does she know a lot of what I’m saying is the truth. I want nothing more right this second than to take her lips in mine.

“I say we do.” She teases right back.

“You flirt.” I grab her thigh into my hand and she looks down at it. “I pictured you in the shower this morning.”

A light blush spreads across her face and my cock stirs.

“I thought of you while I was in the shower.” Fuck she gives it right back and I fight to keep my cock at bay.

Natasha laughs and I must have a strange look on my face as I fight the boner in my jeans. The sound of her laugh and the look on her face calms my nerves. She’s so fucking beautiful. Apart from female family members, I’ve never thought of a woman as beautiful. Sure I’ve seen hot, sexy and fuckable women but none of them measure up to Natasha.

She takes a sip of her drink through her straw and as she licks her lips clean, my cock springs to attention. Natasha has no fucking clue just how much she affects me. Walking away from her last night was one of the toughest things I’ve ever done. I don’t normally do shit like that for anyone, but I respect Natasha a lot. I will wait as long as it takes for her to open up to me. She’s been through enough shit and she doesn’t need me shagging her leg like a fucking horny dog.

A breeze picks up and her perfume has me smelling the closer. I love that smell. I’d love it even more if I could smell every last inch of her.

“So, Drew told me what you said to your dad.” Natasha interrupts my dirty thoughts.

My mind draws a black as I try to clear the fog of Natasha being naked.

“About the salon?” She asks.

“Yeah.” I shake my head. “I’m happy for the two of you.”

“Thank you.” She smiles.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything babe.” I squeeze her knee.

“No I do.” She insists. “Drew told me that it was you who put the idea in Franky’s head.”

“I was just reminding him of what a good investment it will be.” I take a sip of my beer. “Besides, he will try to do anything to make his girls happy.”

At hearing my Dad thinking of her as one of his girls, she smiles. I guess she’s never known that family bond that we share here. She needs to get used to the fact that when you come into the club and settle as much as she has, you become a family member and Natasha defiantly is but to me she’s so much more. Natasha leans into me and lands a soft kiss on my cheek. It’s so innocent and strange but I want it again as soon as her lips leave my skin.

“Thank you.” She whispers and I freeze in shock. How has a simple kiss on the cheek got me so hard I don’t think I can walk?

Natasha giggles and bites down on that plump bottom lips pf hers. I can’t help but groan as I watch. I reach over and take her beautiful face in my hands. Her eyes widen in shock and fuck she looks adorable. I can’t hold back anymore.

“Seeing you bite on that damn lip of yours does crazy shit to me babe.” I moan, and quickly take her lips against mine.

Natasha only pauses for half a second, and then she’s returning the kiss just as eagerly as I am. I tangle my hands in her hair as she groans and scoots closer to me. Natasha grips onto my arms, her nails digging into my flesh but I can’t feel a thing. My focus is on her and how good her lips feel against mine.

When we break away we keep eye contact, Natasha is breathing hard and within a few seconds she breaks out another smile. I love seeing her smile.