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Chapter 6

“Have you heard anything from Janice yet?” Michelle asked me, and I shook my head.

No texts, no calls yet.

Janice was a southside Blood who ran with Curtis and his crew. I’d let Curtis know I needed the girls to avenge Nikki. Now, it was just a waiting game.


We heard Nikki yell out from the bathroom and Michelle and I exchanged a glance. I threw my hands up.

“We both know she’ll cut my dick off if I step foot in there and she shouldn’t be by herself.”

“I guess that’s my cue.” Michelle stood up and I heard the door open and Nikki swear again.

Tyler laughed from across the living room. “She must hate having to be babysat.”

“I’d fuckin’ say.”

Tyler’s phone rang.

“Yo, yeah. No shit hey, okay. I’ll send Michelle. She’ll meet the girls down there. Thanks man.”

Tyler looked at me. “They found them! Go let Michelle know.”

I jumped up and opened the bathroom door.

“Does nobody fucking knock!” Nikki yelled again.

“What!” Michelle snapped, and I held my hands up, trying my hardest not to look at her as she stood there completely naked.

Damn. Shane, find words.

“Sorry, Ty says you gotta go now, Michelle. They found them.”

“Found who?” Nikki demanded, frowning. She looked between Michelle and I.

“Oh shit, actually?”

Nikki cleared her throat loudly as she reached for a towel.

“What are you guys talking about?” She tried to ask, but we ignored her.

“It’s nothing, Nick.” Michelle said, shrugging, and then to me, “Can you put another bandage on when she gets in the shower and help her? It’s in the middle of her back. She still can’t stand up for long by herself.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Nikki turned to me. “You’d better tell me or I’ll kick the shit out of you.”

I smirked, “Well you’re making death threats, so I’d say you’re slowly getting back to your normal self.”

I looked at our reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her once pale, creamy skin was now covered in angry black ink. I couldn’t believe Ty had let her get so many tattoos.

She was easily half my height but by the way she talked she sounded like she was six foot one and carrying two pistols.

“I’m serious.”

“They found the girls who beat you up. Michelle and a few others were going to jump them.” I tried to say as casually as possible so she wouldn’t get riled up and try to run after Michelle.

One word: retaliation. And those bitches were going to get it bad.

I tugged on her towel, trying to get a peak at the cut Michelle told me to clean.

“I can do it myself.” She mumbled, trying to hold her towel against her to keep from falling again.

“You look like you’re going to fall over.” I pointed out the obvious as she gripped the counter, closing her eyes.


Being nice clearly wasn’t getting me anywhere so I decided to change up my plan of attack. The cuts on her back were gnarly. They weren’t clean cuts- they looked hacked and shredded.

“You look like an open autopsy.” I said, leaning across her and turning the water on for the shower.

“Thanks.” She snorted. “Aren’t you a gentleman.”

“If you would stop being a stubborn brat and just do as your fucking told, this would go over a lot easier. I’ll leave you the hell alone as soon as we’re done.”

“For fucks sake.” She swore, her legs buckling and my hands gripped her hips, holding her up.

“I’ll help you, Nikki. It’s okay. Nobody has to know or see you.”

“I should just go to bed.” She muttered.

“You need to clean your cuts.”

She shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Just get in. I’ll help you if you would quit being a stubborn brat and just admit you need me.”

“Oh of course you will, that’s the right thing to do, hey?” Nikki snorted.

Tyler had told me she had an abortion. I knew damn well she meant that as a dig at me leaving her high and dry when she needed me. I wasn’t going to be the asshole to mention it, though. She was under the impression I had no idea what she was talking about and decided to keep it that way.

“The longer you stay out here arguing with me, the more pain you’ll put yourself through. Just get in so you can get back to bed.”

She let her towel drop and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped the back of my throat. She ignored me, like this was something casual, something we did all the time.

Nikki was just a girl, Shane. You’ve seen hundreds of girls naked, no need to get your boxers in a knot.

Before I could help myself, I asked, “Who the fuck let you get those tattoos anyway?”


“Why would you fuck your skin up like that?”

“What’s wrong with them?”

“They don’t look right against your skin. You’re too delicate.”

She snorted in laughter. “Fucking hell, I’ve heard it all.”

“What? It’s kind of hard to focus on your face when all I can see is that fucked up tattoo running down your throat.”

“Fuck you. That one’s my favourite.”

Two could play at that game. I shrugged out of my shirt, tossing it on the floor. Nikki’s head twitched when she heard my belt buckle hit the floor. I smirked. She definitely wasn’t over it.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“You can barely stand up on your own Nick, how are you going to shower by yourself?”

Nikki finally shut up and didn’t argue with me as I wrapped my arm around her, helping her step into the shower.

“You try anything and I’ll slit your throat.” She mumbled.

“I’ve been in jail for four years. Keep arguing with me all hot and bothered like you are and I can’t keep any promises to behave myself.”

“I’m not hot and bothered. Don’t flatter yourself, playboy.”

Nikki was stiff as a board in front of me and I was trying my hardest not to laugh at her, but failed. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re blushing.” I flicked my finger against her cheekbone.

“No I’m not.” She rolled her eyes, but wouldn’t look any lower than my chest.

Part of me was hoping she would, because I was sure as fuck looking at her. The water droplets pouring from her hair and landing on her back. Her hair was almost down to her waist and when she threw her head back and shook her hair out, I didn’t miss the way her back arched.

Eventually, she got comfortable enough that when I pulled her back against me, she didn’t fight me on it. Instead, she rested her head against my chest so I got brave and ran my hand over her hip and onto her back, lightly massaging.

It was taking everything in me right now to not make a move. I still hadn’t gotten laid since I got out of jail and I knew she could feel how bad I wanted her.

When I hit a certain spot on her back, she involuntarily rolled her hips back against me, letting out a soft moan and I froze against her.


I needed to get the fuck out of here or else I was going to be taking her up against the wall.

I couldn’t help but graze my lips over her neck and bite down slightly.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” I smirked, before shutting the water off, and I could see it in her face that she was disappointed. “I gotta say, Nikki; for some tough bitch you’re not exactly scaring me.”

I handed her a towel when I whipped the shower curtain open, hoping for a bit of space between the two of us, because if we stayed in there any longer, we wouldn’t be coming out for quite a long time- and when we did nothing would be the same.

“It’s the painkillers.” She argued, “You should be scared of me.”

“And you should be downright terrified of me.” I answered bluntly. No matter what kind of reputation Nikki had made for herself she still didn’t have shit on me.

“Well, I made it four years without needing you.”


Parts of me needed her more than I liked to admit.

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