6. Bodey

CHAPTER 6

Bodey

" B odey? When did you get out? Are you with Summer? Is she okay?"

With her? I just fucked the shit out of her, and the more I think about it, the more I want to go again. I'm like a starving man around her. I hate that she's all I want.

"Summer is fine. Tell her, Summer."

I hold her phone out, to which an exhausted Summer calls out, "I'm fine, Debbie."

"I hate it when you call me Debbie."

"I hate it when you call me for money," Summer replies with a roll of her eyes. She pushes herself off the sofa and walks into the suite's bedroom. The sway of her hips with my initials blazing red sends blood rushing to my cock, but I can't let her distract me.

"Debbie," I return to the call. "Summer's busy. How can I help?"

"Uh, um, I think I should really discuss this with her." The stammer and hesitation in Debbie's voice tell me that this is about money.

"How much do you need, Debbie? Don't be shy. I have plenty," I tease the woman who never gave a fuck about me. Granted, I was 18 when she and Paulie got together. There's no need to make me feel like family, especially when my shithead father's plotting on setting me up, getting me out of his life for good.

Debbie's pelting me frantically with questions. "How, Bodey? How are you there? Why are you there? Is Summer okay?"

"Where is there, Debbie? Where do you think Summer is?" I ask her. There's a certain amount of joy I have in toying with her, dragging this out because she's as much to blame as Summer. But I don't want anything to do with Debbie, actually. I just need her to get Paulie to come to me. Debbie set the stage for my father to come in and ruin our lives collectively.

"Isn't she at work?"

"No, Debbie, she is not at work. She is…" I pause to listen when I hear the shower running, making me smile. "She is taking a shower. Debbie, I'm here to tie up loose ends."

"Oh my God, no," Debbie wails into the phone as if I just said I killed Summer. "Leave her alone, please. I'll do whatever you want, just tell me what you want."

"I want you to calm down and tell me how much money you need."

She stops hollering into the phone almost immediately. "Are you serious about the money? Is Summer in trouble?"

"Summer is in as much trouble as Summer allows herself to be in, Debbie. No thanks to you. So, out with it. How much is it going to take you to come visit your children?"

"You never belonged to me, Bodey. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called." Debbie hangs up abruptly, and I toss Summer's phone back into her bag.

I follow the sounds of the shower, heading into the bathroom where Summer's letting the water rain over her. Her beauty is something special. She doesn't force it or hide from it. She simply exists in it. I'm certain youth has everything to do with it, despite whatever she's had to live through with Debbie and Paulie as parents.

Parents. In what fucking world does a scumbag like Paulie get the honor of being a parent?

My head is swimming, but a perfect ass and pair of tits with lather and suds cascading over them makes my body tense. There are so many thoughts rampaging through my mind when I step into the shower behind Summer.

"How much did she want?" she asks, running her hands over her hair.

"She didn't say. She put on a performance and hung up."

Summer giggles. "Sounds about right."

My hands can't resist traveling down her body, wrapping around to the front, where I get to feel the prickly hairs of her pussy tickling my fingers. I separate her lips to slide my finger inside of her walls. It doesn't take long for my cock to get hard again.

I can't wait.

Lifting her ass and spreading her legs to give me access to that sweet cunt from behind, I push my needy dick inside of her. This is quick. The softness of her body accepting every stroke I dish out makes me come inside of her within a few pumps. I would be embarrassed if this weren't round three.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I pant in her ear as I pull out. "Give me a second. I can go longer."

Summer turns around, pushing herself onto her tiptoes to kiss me. "You've gone long enough, Bodey. It's time to relax."

Her words tell me she's not talking about sex, and I listen. We shower together, washing each other and washing away the scent of our sex. By the time we finish and dry off, food is already ordered and being delivered to our room.

Listen to me … our room.

Fuck. She belongs to me. The brand on her backside is proof enough.

I sit quietly as Summer eats. There's a little bounce and bop of her head as she closes her eyes with every bite of her food. Eating good makes her happy, and I admit that good food can cure a foul mood. Unfortunately, it doesn't take away my long-term memory.

I appreciate every bite, but I'm not as chipper about it as Summer. There's a part of me that has to stop myself from hovering over my plate, a necessity to stop other men from stealing it off my tray in the cafeteria. Theft of food was what got me into trouble most days, and it got me into the SHU, where I was on lockdown 23 hours a day.

The Special Housing Unit was also where Nicky Orso was recovering from a stab wound. There were other prisoners out to get him, the same prisoners who took a liking to everything I had to eat. I didn't let my food get taken without a fight. Fights I never lost that still wake me up from time to time.

"You okay, Bodey?" Summer's angelic voice creeps into my conscience.

"Yeah, right as rain." I laugh just as thunder crashes and lightning cracks across the sky, startling her.

Summer flinches before bursting into laughter. "Shit still scares me from time to time. So what's next for you, Bodey?"

"What do you mean?"

She takes a bite of her food. "I mean, after you dismantle my livelihood of a car dealership and leave me stranded with no place to live, what's next on your hit list?"

"First of all, Summer, I'm not going to leave you anywhere. You belong to me, and I belong to you. The brand cuts both ways."

"Does it? Would you let me cut you?"

I nod. "I would. It wouldn't be the first time I've been cut."

"When was that? In prison?" Her curiosity is genuine, rife with concern in her beautiful eyes.

"No. You'd have to ask Paulie about that," I tell her nonchalantly. I don't remember the exact day or the reason why, I just remember the pain. The pain didn't come from the blade in my father's hand but from the pressure of his knee pushing into the back of my ribs as he held me down. There's a sword tattooed over that scar and every other one left by Paulie.

"I'm sorry, Bodey. I didn't know. Shit, what can I do?"

"God, you're so fucking sweet, taste even sweeter. The only thing you can do is get your mother on the phone and have her meet you at The Rake."

"The Rake?"

My head moves up and down. "Yeah, it's a vegan steakhouse on White Horse Pike, a few minutes outside the city."

"Who the hell put a vegan steakhouse anywhere near this town? Why is that a thing?" Offense rides her face as she looks down at the remaining pieces of her filet.

"People who need a business that is supposed to take a reasonable amount of losses to wash money."

"How does that work?"

I laugh. "Aren't you inquisitive? That's out of my wheelhouse, darlin'. I'm no accountant, but that's in my investment portfolio now as well. So call your mother, and whatever amount of money she needs, tell her you'll get it to her, but she has to pick it up because you only have cash."

"I'm not sure she's going to believe that."

"It's the truth. You're done lying, Summer. Lying comes out of fear, and as long as I'm here, you have nothing to be scared of. You don't have the money to move into her account electronically because you just lost your job today, remember?"

"Fuck."

"Exactly what I plan to do as soon as we finish eating."

She shakes her head, blushing and turning away from me. "You're insane."

"No, I'm not. I'm angry, Summer. I have a list of things to do. You weren't on that list until a few hours ago, but I couldn't not have you. There's something telling me that I need you more than I need my freedom."

"Are you going to do something to Paulie that can jeopardize your freedom?" Her eyes widen, welling with tears, pulling me to her.

I sit beside her on the sofa, stroking her knee. "I'm not going anywhere. You're as good a reason as any to keep my nose clean."

"It's not your nose I'm worried about, it's your hands and that knife."

"I like the knife. It's intimate, personal, and challenges the cowardly to get their hands dirty. The blade makes people honest. I prefer honesty."

"I get that, Bodey. I'm sorry."

"I believe you, Summer. Besides, I like my apologies better with you on your knees." I hook my index finger to beckon her closer, drawing her in for a kiss. I don't say much after she pulls away.

Summer smirks and moves onto her knees, pushing the coffee table out of her way to give her room. She pulls my cock out of my boxers to bury down her throat for one last apology.