I strut over to where the bodyguards are doing their best at holding her back; I grab her cheeks tight enough to warn her. I’m not gonna hit the bitch, but damn if she doesn’t make me wanna go against my beliefs. Where’s Braxxon when you need him? “My given name does not come outta that nasty mouth nor does my road name,” I growl. “Get her the f**k outta here!”

“Mason. Allen. Dillan,” Storm tests my given name out slowly. “I like it.”

My pants grow tighter with her sweet voice whispering my name. I slowly turn around and walk back to her, gently grasping her cheeks and forcing her eyes to look into mine.

“Tell me yours baby,” I say seductively, my lips just a whisper away from hers.

“No,” she taunts back.

I roll my eyes. She’s always withstanding me, and I f**king hate that she’s the only female that doesn’t swoon over my tactics. I’ve never had to deal with this shit before and hell if I like it.

I let my breath roll down the side of her neck causing her to shiver. Fuck, finally some headway. I take my free hand and run it up her smooth delicate arm.

“Name sweetness?”

“Ya’ll laugh,” she says truthfully with a look in her eyes that tells me it’s just as bad as she’s making it out to be.

“I swear on my dick I won’t laugh.”

She squeaks out a small laugh before nodding. “Mom was an alcoholic and a slut; it was only fitting that she named me after her favorite beverage as well.” Storm takes a deep breath. “Apple Drye Martini,” she says quietly.

Wait. What?

“Seriously,” I say, pulling back a little.

“Yeah, funny huh?”

“Apple is a beautiful name; it’s different. But your last name is really Martini?”

“Yep,” she says, pushing away from me. “Now that you know my stupid name, I gotta get ready for a date.”

“The f**k,” I roar. She won’t f**k me, but she can go on dates? That’s messed up.

“You won’t give me the time of day, but you can go on dates? Seriously Storm,” I growl out with a little too much anger.

She starts walking away towards her office, and I follow. I’m so f**king raging mad, I can’t see straight. She has that power over me, and I can’t f**kin’ stand it.

She enters the code to the office, and it clicks open. “I told you ZZ. I’m tired of being just a piece of pu**y. You should get that.”

Hell if I do. Sex is f**kin’ fantastic. Why does there have to be strings attached to it? Women are so damn complicated. Shit burns me up.

“I get that you don’t wanna be passed around darlin’. I’m just asking for some pu**y. We’ll both get off; it’ll be fantastic. We both get something outta it. What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything babe,” she says kicking off her boots. What the f**k is she doing? “Randy’s nice. He’s a lawyer, and he won’t expect me to put out just because he buys me a meal.”

“A f**kin’ lawyer? You gotta be shittin’ me!”

“No, ZZ… I’m not shittin’ you. He’ll treat me good. Don’t you want that for me?” She asks staring straight into my eyes as she changes into a short black dress. If she didn’t have me captivated by her killer gaze, my eyes would be roaming every curve of her body right now.

“Wait? Did you say Randy? As in Randy Meyers, the club’s f**kin’ lawyer?”

Oh hell to the f**kin’ breakneck no!

“That’ll be that Randy,” she smirks, slipping into some f**k me red heels. I admit they make me groan almost too loudly.

Just when I’m about to tell her that shit ain’t happenin’, my prepay rings. Of all the mother of goddamn times for my phone to ring, it rings now.

“Dillan,” I growl out.

“Your daughter slipped past Rap while we were in church. I haven’t been able to locate her,” Shadow growls.

“Fuck! I’m on my way,” I say before snappin’ my phone shut. “This discussion isn’t over yet baby. I gotta locate Tatiana.”

“She just wants your attention, ZZ.”

“No. What she wants is to kill me with a motherfuckin’ heart attack. Don’t go on that date Apple or I swear I’ll rain hell fire down on you.” I point as I open the door to leave.

“I don’t do well with threats or promises M. A. S. O. N,” she spits each letter of my name out. “I’ll go, and I’ll be damned if you stop me. You think just because you’re big bad ZZ from Breakneck and that because I’m a part of Winter’s family that you can just have me do as I’m told? Well here’s a lesson for you.” She stands straight. “You don’t f**kin’ own me. You don’t possess me, and you don’t f**king treat me like one of your little muffler bunnies!”

This pretty bitch is wearing down my patience.

“Lesson for you, Miss Martini. I want your pu**y so I shall have your pu**y, and anything or anyone standing in my way will be taken out. Winter’s also a part of my family; therefore, you’re a part of my family. And one day very soon my face will be buried in between those beautiful thighs, tasting all those wonderful juices that you’ll be squirting out as my tongue laps you up from front to back. So don’t tell me what the f**k I’m gonna do. I already know what the f**k I’m gonna do, yeah?” And with that, I leave her standing there looking all sexy and shit, in her black dress, and f**k me heels with her mouth gaping open.