The Beautiful and The Damned: Ace of Spades MC- Book One

by M. Kristine

  “The kind that puts you in lockdown. When the guys get back from the run you will be moved to a safehouse.” Before I can say anything, he continues, “Don’t give me shit Senna. This is serious and I will not risk you or your sister’s safety, you hear me?” he growls at me. I nod taking another drink from my beer that tastes like dirt in my mouth.

  “Okay, Daddy. I’m sorry.” I turn and throw my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist, and I snuggle into his big chest. I may be an adult, but my daddy’s arms have always been a safe place for me. He kisses me on the head, holding me like he did when I was a little girl.

  “If something happened to you or your sister, I don’t know what I’d do. I need you both safe,” he whispers so only I can hear. I nod into his chest. Even though I hate being locked down, I understand why and won’t fight him anymore on this. I will do as he says. He has enough to worry about, I don’t need to add more shit on him.

  I pull out of his arms placing another kiss to his cheek. He gives me a small smile as I turn heading to talk with Saylor. She is much calmer than me and doesn’t outwardly show her frustrations. We might be twins but are total opposites. Where I’m explosive and spontaneous, she’s more laid back and calculating. I get to her room, tap on the door before opening it, to find her leaning over her desk, pencil in hand, sketching in her book. I shut the door and flop on her bed. I lie there a few minutes till she’s done with her current sketch.

  Laying her pencil down she turns to me, “What’s up?” she asks.

  “Found out why we’re on lockdown. There were threats made on us and dad’s freaking out. Looks like when the guys get back from the run we are being moved to a safe house.”

  She just stares at me as if I’m the devil and just asked her to give me her soul. “Who’s taking us?”

  “No idea, daddy didn’t say.” I really hope its a couple of the prospects since its just precautionary and we need babysitters. The last thing in this world I need right now is to be stuck somewhere twenty-four seven with Luca.

  “Ok,” is all she says before turning back to her drawings. I jump off the bed walking up behind her looking over her shoulder. One thing we have in common is we love to draw. She draws clothes and jewelry where I draw everything else. I have many drawings of future tattoos.

  I place a kiss on her cheek and leave her room, closing the door behind me. I wonder if her internal freak out she just had’s related to what Lane told me last week. I haven’t had a chance to talk with Say about it because it slipped my mind since the surprise lockdown. I need to make a point to have a chat with her about it. Saylor and I don’t have secrets, so for her to not confide in me concerns me deeply.

  Chapter Seven

  Viper

  The road was dead, the only souls out riding were my brothers behind me. Their bikes the only noise, the night sky as black as the sea. It matches my soul and only a man with my demons understands and finds comfort in it, the air whipping through me a welcome feeling to a man who was dead.

  The only time I feel alive is with her eyes looking into mine, she is an angel, an angel I can’t touch. The last few days on this run have been torture worrying about her safety. Knowing the club is on lockdown still doesn’t quell the panic that I’m not there watching her every fucking move. I need to have eyes on her. At all times. I just wish I could hold her, wrap her in my arms and have her take me from the dark. I am lost without her and I stumble though not knowing who I am.

  I spent each night in a shitty, run down, roadside motel tossing and turning on a lumpy bed that’s covered in stained sheets and about as many STDs as the damn book itself. The blankets were old, worn and rough, a woolen mix that did nothing but itch my already annoyed skin. It’s like my skin is on fire when I'm not close to her. After the second night I just sat in the chair with my sleeping bag from my bike draped over me, my legs on the windowsill, ankles crossed. A smoke in my fingers and a jack and lime in the other.

  My bike stuck to the road like glue as I rode the miles back to her, to the club and to the shit fest of a stressed out prez. Each time he rang to get an update I could hear it in his voice. Senna, no doubt, was being her bitchy self. I have seen her on many lockdowns over the years and she always, and I mean always, will test her father and the limits. Break the rules and sneak out. I don't know how many times I have had to pull her back into a van screaming like I was kidnapping her. I haven’t had her on the back of my bike yet or any other woman for that matter. That's an honor that I'm saving for only one.

  This run held its own element of stress. The guys were dodgy, something shady about them. They made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as chills rippled down my spine. I didn’t wanna give up good guns, guns we could use from a contact we didn't wanna lose, to a bunch of wanna be gangsters and that's just what they were.

  My heart beat faster as we climbed the hill leading into the city of Hope Falls. Turning into the corners and back out of them with each roadmaker I pass is one step closer to home. Pulling up closer to the lookout I always go to when I just need to depress and look out over the city below, I round my hand out to my Brothers to carry on. Slowly, I pull off the pavement and onto the gravel road that climbs up the side of the hill. Flame pulls slowly beside me, giving him a head nod as he looks at me, he gives one in return. He pulls out and opens up his bike. I watch his red taillight disappear. He will cover for me if Ace bitches about where I am. He knows the stress and the shit I take on. He knows the dark and the dance with the devil I have, and this run I need to shake off before I step foot back in there.

  Pulling to the right I take the road clicking my bike down a gear as I slowly begin to climb. The view is amazing way up here. The world sitting on the edge of the skyline, nothing but the sky for miles lit up by millions of tiny diamonds shining in the inky black sky. The half crescent moon sits high and it’s so bright you can see all the small black dots making up its soul.

  Waiting for the dawn where it can kiss good morning to the sun, I will have to bring Senna up here she will love Devil's peak lookout. The view, fuck, the view you can just get lost in it. Fuck hold up. Why am I even thinking of bringing her here? It is so far past forbidden it’s not funny.

  I flick the kickstand down on my bike and lower my baby over. Walking to the edge of the hill, I straddle the wooden rail then sit down using the wooden rail to hold me up I sit on the cool dirt.

  I pull a cigarette from my leather vest and light it, not taking my eyes off the flickering lights below me. Slipping my hand into the inside breast pocket of my vest, I pull out my flask and phone. Smoking my cigarette, I slide my phone open to the image I captured of a sleeping Senna. I took it a few months ago when she and Lane got so wasted at my Mom and Dad’s that I had to carry her ass upstairs to Lane’s room and put her to bed.

  A smile creeps over my face as I think of all the memories that woman has given me that I have locked inside my mind. Nights like this I pull on them when I don't wanna think as all I wanna do is admire all that is Senna Austin. She's never fake, I never see her be anything but herself. The chicas hate it. Hate the way she commands a room the moment she walks into it. I have had countless yelling matches with Callie over Senna and the fact that I bend to her. That bitch just doesn’t get it. Senna’s the Princess of a club that I am bound to and she's just a club whore who is only bound to sucking dick.

  I must have dozed off or been in such deep thought over all that I had coming at me the moment I walk into the clubhouse that I didn't even hear the tires on the gravel or the sound of a car door closing. But I felt her slip down beside me, her arms slipping in behind mine that were folded over my chest. My heart beat fast like a fucking greyhound chasing a rabbit. Her smell, coconut and cherries, hit me and a low groan rolled up my throat as the hairs on my spine stood at attention along with something else.

  Snapping my eyes open the haze fades slowly as I turn my attention to her stunning face.

  “What the fuck, Senna?�
�� Zoning my eyes to hers, the sharp green cuts though the black around us.

  “How long are you gonna hide out here?” she asks me.

  “What are ya getting at, babe? Me hiding, no,” I say to her as I moved into her a little more, not wanting to admit it, but her warmth is a welcome feeling and I always have been greedy when it comes to her. Always longing for her touch. Always wanting more time, more of her, more of this right here. My hand moves from my chest to her thigh.

  She freezes under my touch, and my heart rate quickened, then stopped, to a deadly no beat. Fuck. I shouldn’t have touched her.

  Then she relaxed, slowly turning around to face me nudging her body closer as her fingers fanned out over my stomach sliding inside the front pocket of my black hoodie.

  “Wanna keep my hands warm.” She winks at me. Fucking winks, that one action alone has my cock throbbing against the zipper of my jeans.

  She let out a long sigh. “What are you doing here, Luca?”

  No one calls me Luca but my Mom and Lane. It sounds so sexual coming from her lips but damn, I could listen to her call me Luca over and over again.

  “I just needed to clear my mind before I got back is all, Babe.” Looking at her as she sucks her lip into her teeth then snapping my eyes away before I pull it out with my own teeth and suck that plump lip. “I could be asking you the exact same question, Babe.” My eyes not leaving the skyline.

  “Thought you might like some company. Someone to chill with before, you know, all the drama that comes with, well… our life.” She was playing it cool; I know she was. I could hear the lies in her voice. She wanted to be alone with me as much as I wanted to be alone with her, but how did she know I was here? Flame had to be.

  “How did you get here, Sen? Your dad is going to have a fucking meltdown. Bet twenty bucks he’s got half the club out looking for you.” Turning my head to the side her profile was more stunning than front on, which is so hard to believe that she could be any more stunning. Her eyes stare out into the distance.

  “Na, he won’t Luca. He was too busy screaming at Saint, Blade and Stone and hurling bottles around church when I left.” Scanning her features as my hand raises up to meet her skin, it’s cold.

  “How long have you been up here?” I question her.

  “I knew that you would come here after the run. You do it each time and just sit in the same place, drink from your road-worn flask and smoke before you ride back in.” My eyes widen in shock and disbelief. “I know you better than you think, Luca. I'm not a little girl anymore.”

  “But how? There is no car anywhere,” I say, scanning the dark lot.

  “I know. I usually get Lane to bring me, but she's on lockdown too, so I got a friend from school to pick me up.” Wiggling her fucking eyebrows at me, proud as shit that she got out.

  “You know how fucking dangerous it is for you to be out, Senna. Like fuck, babe, anything could happen.” She rolls her eyes at me and it infuriates me instantly, wanting me to slap that defiance outta her ass. She just shrugs her shoulders at me. I watch as her mouth opens, and I can tell you now not even I was prepared for what came out of her lips.

  “You going to kiss me already or are you going to just keep staring?” I took a sharp breath.

  “What the fuck did you just say?” I didn’t need her to repeat it. It was burned into my fucking mind and sent waves of desire on a one-way ticket to my fucking now rock-hard cock.

  “Um, what the fuck, Sen, NO, for 1, I’m too old for you. 2, I’m too dangerous. 3, I kinda like living. Sen, you know this,” I said

  She moved turning her body and climbing over me to straddle my lap her hands slipped down the back of my leather cut and hoodie to the skin of my back, her hands cool on my overheated skin. Goosebumps ripple over my skin and my cock nearly exploded all over me inside my jeans. She does more than unarm me. She fucking sends me wild with sexual torment and all I wanted to do was fuck her hard.

  She has never been this forward before. She has never pushed the boundaries that were invisible to all but flashing neon lights for the both of us.

  “Are you going to kiss me, Luca Warren?”

  I ran the back of my knuckles down the side of her face. Her skin was just as soft as the last time I allowed myself to touch her knowing I shouldn't, but never being able to help myself. Fuck, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Suck her lip into my teeth and pop the flesh with my bite branding her, making her mine.

  I wanted to do a whole lot more to her, but I was well... me. Viper the Enforcer of the Ace of Spades MC. The club her father built with my father. The club I was destined to rule one day.

  Being the first-born son of the VP and the fact that Ace only had daughters, one who was grinding her pussy into my dick as I thought about all the different ways there was to die. I couldn’t fucking do it. She is so forbidden, so far off limits that it’s not even funny. I have spent my life protecting her and enforcing the off-limits rule. There is a fucking reason why all the boys at school stay away from her and Say. I am that reason.

  While I was having a mental breakdown and an inner battle with the good and bad devils on my shoulder, she lowered her face deadly close to mine and in a sweet whisper her lips met mine as she place a kiss so fucking soft that I couldn’t help a groan. It was all I needed.

  It was just enough to get a taste.

  “What the hell was that?” I hissed. She had just hooked me on a drug I couldn’t get a fix of ever from her or anyone near close enough to fucking match her.

  She pulled her head back, staring into my eyes. “I’m tired of waiting.”

  “Senna, fuck this.” Trying to wave my hands in front of me gesturing to us “Can’t, won't, isn't going to happen. It can't.” Her fingers warm like a trail of fire glide up and down my spine.

  “I know you want it as much as I do.” Her lips glide up my throat to my jawline back over my chin and down that side of my jaw to the base of my throat again. Soft fleeting kisses searing into my flesh not letting go as my fingers dug into her hips.

  “Senna, I am way too old for you for starters. You’re the prize possession of the club and your dad throws a mint right hook, plus he will gut me in a second. I am also too dangerous, and too fucking scarred for such a stunning human like you, baby girl.” Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat I looked at her dead in her fucking drowning, green eyes needing to blink before I did in fact drown.

  Her lips curved into a stunning smile. “You know, Luca, you really need to loosen up. Less of the Viper and more of the Luca that I’ve loved since, well since forever.”

  “Senna, you are playing with fire, baby girl. Like really you are dancing with the devil, baby, and you will get fucking burnt,” I grunted as I looked over her shoulder leaning forward and resting my chin on the leather of her club jacket.

  “Why the fuck are you wearing this out?” I snapped as my arms tighten around her, she is so foolish with her life.

  “Relax, Luca. Everyone in this town knows my face and signature red hair. You think wearing my jacket out in the dark of night will give me away.” Her breath is hot on my skin.

  Leaning back breaking my arms from around her body I searched my cut for another pack of cigarettes. Fuck, at this rate, I was going to go through the three packs that I had on my body. She stole the cigarette from my pack before I even had a chance to get it out.

  “That wasn’t just a fucking kiss and you know it,” I growled. A primal instinct flooded my body; I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to. She has breathed a drug into me with just her lips and this, this is much worse than anything else that I have ever done, experienced or been involved in.

  I would have to pull her closer and take her away from here because that is the only way I could be with her without getting killed and lose my patch. Take it all and fucking run. They will hunt me down, but at least for a few months, with her on the back of my bike, it will be worth the bullet.

  Her eyes went wide as anger washed ov
er them causing small flecks of black to kiss her iris.

  “I’m not sorry… I did what I’ve wanted to do for years, Luca, and it felt fucking amazing,” she breathed out over me inching her alluring and devilish lips closer to mine wanting more, her eyes begging me for more. “I bet you don't kiss Callie and all the chicas with your eyes open, Luca, because it’s my face you see each time they shut in the dark. I run through your mind like you do mine. So, you can lie all you like but I am yours and you are mine.”

  I ran my hand through my hair as her fingers reached inside my breast pocket taking my lighter, leaving a burn where her hand had touched next to my heart of all places. Scorching me, marking me. She lit the cigarette, blowing smoke over my shoulder, her eyes linking with mine sending me on a ride of moral self-control.

  “I’m addicted to all that is you, Luca. I want to be with you more than anything.” Another long drag on the smoke, the way her lips mould around the filter has me groaning watching her. All I can think of is my cock in her mouth, having her wet lips wrapped around my throbbing cock and blowing my load in that pretty, fucking mouth.

  “Stop.” I put my hand under her chin.

  “Why? it’s not like you to turn away from all the bullshit I give you, Luca. You’re just as addicted to me as I am to you.” I flicked the cigarette from her fingers in a motion so fast that her eyes widened as I placed it between my lips, the taste of her cherry lip gloss coating the filter.

  “That’s the fucking problem. I want your pants around your feet, my dick in your pussy and then I want you on your fucking knees looking up at me, baby, as I fuck your pretty mouth. You’re like a damn disease and I can't say no anymore. No matter how much I fucking try, I just can’t.” My hand twisted around her long red hair turning tight till it was wrapped around my fist at the base of her neck.