But bottom line, Joker only did empty pussy, and he didn’t foresee a day that was going to change. There was no denying what Tack had with Cherry, Hop with Lanie, Shy with Tabby was good. That was as clear as it could get. They got what they needed in their beds and their lives, and they didn’t fuck around in letting their women know they appreciated it.

But Joker was not Tack, Hop, or Shy. No matter he turned his back on the name given him, he was Jefferson Steele’s son.

And he always would be.

He took Shy and Rush’s point that he didn’t give back to his brothers, and they were right. That shit had to change. This was solid. It was good. It was real. It was his. He’d gone for it. He’d earned it. Finally, he had a family, one he wanted.

And maybe it was time to let back in other good things in his life.

But he was giving Carissa Teodoro the only thing he could give her.

And that was the only thing she’d get from Joker.

He moved into the room, shrugging off his cut. He was tossing it to the end of the bed when he saw someone had put Carissa’s pie on the nightstand. Shoved the change, army knives, condom wrappers, and empty beer bottles out of the way and laid it there, fully intact, plastic wrap still on.

Like he couldn’t stop himself, he walked right to it, tore back the wrap and dug his fingers in at the side. A huge piece covering his curved fingers broke off in his hand.

He lifted it and shoved as much as he could get in his mouth.

And went still.

Every punch he’d landed. Every kick. Every time a man went down at his feet. Every time he’d sunk his cock into tight wet. The moment Kane Allen told him he was a Chaos recruit. The day they handed him his patch.

None of it tasted as good on his tongue as that pie.

Fuck.

He sat down on the edge of his bed and ate the rest from his hand, licking his fingers.

Then he dug in and ate more.

When he was full and a third of the pie was gone, he smoothed the wrap back over it, went to the bathroom, took a shower and washed sweat and blood from his skin, the residue of used condom and empty pussy from his cock.

When he was done, he wandered back to the room, turned out the light, fell into bed, and slept with his stomach full of Carissa Teodoro’s chocolate pecan goodness.

And when he woke up, he had the rest for breakfast.

CHAPTER FIVE

I Had This

Carissa

I SAT AT my kitchen bar looking with tired, puffy eyes at the items I’d laid on it.