Heart-On: Turf Wars #2 by Bella Jewel (top 20 books to read TXT) 📗

isn’t yours, so we dealt with the money. It’s no longer around, if you don’t believe me, go ahead and try to get her to sign it over. It no longer exists, you’ll be wasting your time.”

“You’re lying,” Devin growls, but I can see his hand trembling.

“I’m not, though,” Riggs says, shrugging. “You see, Devin, I’m a smart man. You underestimated the fact that we can make shit disappear, including you if you don’t back the fuck off. Now, there is no money left, but there is a house. She is willing to sign that house over to you, if you fuck off and stay gone.”

Devin shakes his head. “You’re bluffing. I want to see the bank account. I want proof.”

“Knew you’d ask,” Riggs nods to Adan, who hands over a handful of papers to show the money has, indeed, been removed.

Devin stares at the papers, and whatever they’ve done with the money, he clearly understands because his face goes white as a ghosts and he looks up. “That’s my money!” he roars. “It’s mine! You had no right.”

“It’s not yours, though,” Adan pitches in. “It’s hers and now it’s gone. You can either leave with the house, or you can leave with fuckin’ nothing. Choice is yours.”

Devin looks to me, and I know, I know he wants to say something more, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t because it’ll be pointless. He can’t undo what has been done, no matter how much he threatens me. Without the club, his little plan may have worked, but I’ve got people a whole lot smarter than him in my life and they’re not going to go down without a fight.

“You have three seconds to make the choice, or you leave here with nothing,” I say, even though I’m not supposed to.

Devin’s face turns an ugly shade of red and he growls, “I hope you fucking die a slow and painful death.”

Oh wow.

Harsh.

“Two fuckin’ seconds,” Riggs warns. “My patience is running out.”

“Fine,” Devin growls. “Fine.”

Riggs hands over the paperwork to the house, signed by me, and Devin snatches it before standing and looking down at me. “To hell with you, bitch.”

“Bye, Devin,” I sing happily as he turns and walks to the door. “Lovely seeing you again.”

He doesn’t look back.

He knows it’ll be pointless.

Devin is done here.

There is not a single thing he can do and he knows it.

He’s had to accept defeat and my god does it feel good.

Bye, bye, Devin.

22TWO MONTHS LATER

“Seriously?” I whisper hiss, staring at the woman outside of the garage holding a young toddler in her arms. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Eve whispers back. “That baby belongs to Hugh. He had no idea. She’s like, some teacher or something. This is so juicy.”

“I’ve never seen her before, do you know who she is?”

Eve shakes her head. “Nope, Riggs just told me she showed up claiming the child is his and is even willing to do a DNA test!”

“Holy crap!”

“What are you two chooks clucking about over there?” Riggs yells, walking toward us.

We’re standing out the front of Wildflowers staring over at the drama unfolding outside the garage. Oh, it’s good alright. Hugh, and a baby. I wonder if that woman was someone he was close to? Did he like him? Were they in a relationship? Was it a one-night stand? I need to know more. I need to know all the juicy details.

“We’re spying on Hugh,” I tell Riggs, grinning when Adan, who is with him, steps up to my side and pulls me in with one lovely healing arm.

“Mind your business,” Riggs says, grabbing Eve the same way Adan just grabbed me.

“I can’t,” Eve says, shaking her head. “I really can’t. I mean, it’s as juicy as it gets. A school teacher, a biker, and a baby. I could write a book about this.”

“Oh, you should.” I nod. “It would be so good.”

Eve nods, eyes wide. “You’re right, it really would be.”

Riggs grunts. “God, you two are nosy. C’mon, let’s go and let the man process in peace.”

“Aw, come on, babe,” Eve says, pouting. “It’s so good.”

“You’ve got customers, get in there and do your job.”

She huffs and turns, walking back to the café. He smacks her on the bum as she goes and she throws a smile over her shoulder at him.

“You better go too,” Adan says, pressing his lips against my neck.

“You two need to chill the fuck out,” Riggs mutters. “You’re makin’ me sick.”

I laugh as he walks off toward the garage.

He’s probably right, we do need to chill out, but it’s so hard when we can’t get enough of each other. God, all we do is have sex. We are fucking in any place we possibly can. I’ve spent more days than not, sore from our escapades. Adan is an animal, and I’m loving every damned second of it.

“You want me to chill out?” he murmurs, nipping the flesh on my shoulder.

I moan.

“No. How long until your meeting?” I whimper as his tongue slides out and flickers against my skin.

My legs clench together.

“Ten minutes.”

“We only need three.”

I take his arm and pull him around behind the café where nobody usually is. They’re not due for lunch breaks anytime soon, so we should be safe. I press my back against the wall, taking Adan by his shirt and pulling him in close. I’m wearing a dress, I do that a lot these days for this very reason. Adan jerks the dress up and his fingers find my pussy, wet and ready. I reach for his jeans, freeing his cock and then he’s ripping my panties to the side and hooking my legs around his hips.

Then he’s fucking me, right there against the wall.

I moan, finding his mouth, hot and rough. I kiss him until my head spins, until my tongue hurts, until my lips burn. My fingernails claw into his flesh as his cock drives in and out of my body. I cum scarily fast, but that’s exactly how I want it to