Will leaned back enough to unbuckle his jeans and pull down his boxers. His hard cock sprung free, swollen with lust. Lifting the folds of Eva’s yellow dress again, he smiled to see her panties still wrapped around her knees like sexy. pink rope. Her pussy dripped, waiting, as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. Eva cried out as soon as she felt him, pressing back against him and begging for him to give it to her, this time not even waiting for him to ask.

Will couldn’t stand much more teasing himself. With the taste of her orgasm still fresh on his tongue, he pushed his length into her and began to fuck her hard, holding her body against his with one hand, while the other braced them on the bar. He bucked his hips up to bury his cock as deep inside Eva as he could, and Eva pushed back against him before dragging his hand up to cup her swaying breasts. She twisted around to kiss him then, her tongue lapping at his lips like a hungry dog. He loved the way she seemed to let go of her inhibitions when they fucked, the way she lost herself in the touch and passion, completely in the moment and undistracted…

“Will,” she said in a breathy voice.

“Eva,” he said back, pushing hungry lips into her neck and shoulders.

“Will!” she said again, this time in a voice that made him open his eyes and listen. Underneath the pulse of his heart and sound of their bodies came the unmistakable rumbling of approaching engines pulling into the bar’s parking lot. They were so unusually loud they could only be motorcycles.

“Someone’s here,” said Eva, eyes wide with fear even as she remained bent across the bar with him inside of her.

Will groaned in frustration at the idea of having to separate himself from Eva’s sweet pussy before they were both done, but the sharp sound of car doors shutting drew away the last of his lust-haze. He pulled his cock out and moved away from her quickly, fumbling to do up his pants.

The bar door swung open as both of them were still quite obviously rearranging their clothes, faces flushed. Eva’s hair looked like she had been caught in a wind storm. Will glanced over to the front door and saw Charlie entering, his face dark and angry.

Oh, fuck, thought Will. Did I just get caught fucking his little sister? He looked away instinctively, eyes landing on Eva.

“Charlie,” she said, with a big, overcompensating smile. “How was town—” Her words dropped off when two more men followed him into the bar. A wash of recognition came over her face, causing Will to turn and look. His stomach hardened to stone.

Jase and Ghost stood there, flanking Charlie, whose arms were crossed in front of him. He looked like the bullied kid who had run home and convinced his big brothers to fight for him. Ghost’s expression seemed much like it always did: alert yet bored, his eyes betraying little as he looked at Eva and Will. Jase’s face, however, spoke volumes. He glared at Will with a potent mix of disappointment, anger, and exhaustion.

“Oh, fuck.” This time, Will couldn’t stop the words from dropping out of his mouth. He felt Eva’s eyes on him but didn’t turn to meet them.

For a moment, the men on both sides of the room stood silently, sizing each other up. Will didn’t want to speak first. He didn’t fully understand how this strange fellowship had come together, and he didn’t want to give them any information they didn’t already have. Instead, he waited.

He thought Jase would speak, but instead it was Charlie who broke the silence. His gaze flickered back and forth between Will and his sister. “Did we just interrupt what I think we interrupted?” His voice was deadly quiet.

“Charlie…” said Eva in a calming tone.

Her brother shook his head and let out bitter laughter. “No, that’s just about perfect, isn’t it? This motherfucker comes in here and endangers my family’s livelihood, why shouldn’t he help himself to my sister, too?”

“She’s a grown woman,” said Will.

“You shut your fucking mouth,” said Charlie, pointing an angry finger. “I know all about you now, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor. This little playtime is over for you.”

“No one’s playing,” said Will. “Least of all, me.”

“Charlie, what is this? Who are these guys?” said Eva with a hand toward them.

Jase moved into the bar space a few steps. “We’re friends of Will’s…”

“They’re members of your sweetheart’s fucking biker gang, that’s who they are,” said Charlie, spitting the words. “That’s why he’s so good at beating the hell out of people. That’s why he knows what’s going on. He’s a fucking criminal.”

Will’s face went dark. He met Charlie’s angry eyes. “I protected you.”

“Not according to your buddies here,” said Charlie. He held up his smart phone to display a picture of Will sitting at the bar with half a smile on his face. She wasn’t in the picture, but Will knew he had been talking to Eva when it was taken. “You think I was about to go along with your insane plan? Instead I took this around town until someone recognized you. Imagine my surprise when they told me who you were.”

“You should have come to us, Will,” said Jase. “What the fuck made you think this was a good idea? Were you seriously going to try and storm the cartel with two men—one of whom isn’t even trained? What did you think you were gonna do?”

“The same thing I should have done before: slit every last one of their fucking throats,” said Will in a steady, firm voice.

Ghost let out a sardonic laugh and scratched at the side of his face. “Will, I love you, bro, but this is just fucking suicide. This is stupid, and you’re not stupid. You need to listen to us.”

“No, you fuckers need to listen to me,” said Will, fury boiling within his veins. He stalked around the bar to meet them, ignoring the feel of Eva’s questioning gaze on him. “Two years ago, I couldn’t get either fucking one of you to listen to anything but a violent answer, and now you both have the balls to stand here and tell me I’m wrong for fighting? You would rather me try to talk my way out of this mess again and watch Henry get them killed, watch this place get burned to the ground at my feet again? I don’t think so. I fucked up before, and it’s not happening again.”

“Two years ago is not what’s happening right now,” said Jase. “Can you get that through your thick skull? You’re putting these people at risk, and for what? You can’t bring her back, Will.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Campbell!” yelled Will as he took two hard steps and shoved into Jase’s chest with his own. Jase had height and weight on him, but in that moment Will felt no fear, no pain, no future, his rage laced with the illusion of invincibility. “This has nothing to do with her.”

“We are literally standing on the ruins,” said Ghost. “You’re lying to yourself, and we can’t let you drag these people into this anymore.”

Before Will could explode at Ghost, he heard Eva’s voice from behind the bar. “Will, what are they talking about?”

Will felt pain in his chest as he turned. Her big brown eyes stared into his, beautiful and trusting and sweet. She didn’t belong in this dark, brutal world of his—just like his grandmother had not belonged, had been completely unprepared. He wanted to shuffle her away to some place as peaceful and pretty as she was, where he could keep her safe and happy and ignorant of all of this.

He couldn’t find words to answer her. He could only feel the desperation in his eyes, on his face, as he stared at the sadness on hers.

“He’s a fucking fake, is what he is,” said Charlie. “Should’ve known you were a crazy asshole from the second I saw you.”

Will turned to glare at Charlie. “You would be a pile of bones right now if it weren’t for me, you helpless little fuck. You have no idea—”

The rage in Will’s eyes made Charlie take a step back, and made Jase take a step forward, putting out a big arm to act as a barrier between the two men. “Jesus, Will, get a grip.”