“Like?” Making myself comfortable on the bed, I wait anxiously to hear his answer. Things need to be sorted out on both sides and I want to know if he’s able to see his own faults.
“Well, I need to chill the fuck out. I can’t go around beating the shit out of my brothers all day long. I know you said you need your independence, and I couldn’t grasp what you meant. But after hearing the story you told Kaiya, I have a better idea. I would never want you to feel like you don’t have freedom just because we are together.”
My eyes sting with the tears I’m trying to hold back but one escapes and tracks down my cheek. Brandon moves to his knees beside the bed, softly cupping my cheeks in his roughened hands.
“Don’t cry, babe.”
“It’s a good cry.” I shake my head from side to side. “You’re doing good.”
“Okay. You had me worried for a second.” After taking a deep breath, he continues. “With all that said and done, you need to realize that I’m extremely jealous. I don’t like you touching other men and I fucking hate them touching you. As long as we can both try our best to work on those things, everything else will fall into place.”
Brandon looks nervous, waiting for my answer.
“I think I can live with that.” The words have barely left my lips before Brandon crashes his mouth to mine. As I stand, he follows my lead before I turn him toward the bed. Pushing him down, I straddle him in only a t-shirt and a pair of lace panties. I press my core down on his semi-hard cock, and rolling my hips, I can feel him stiffen beneath me. Suddenly, I find myself on my back with Brandon staring down at me.
“Woman, you are playing with fire,” he says with a growl, lips hovering above mine.
Rolling my hips again, I try to create some friction. Remembering last night in the shower, having his heated gaze on my while I got dressed, and then the emotional conversation, has me all worked up. “I’m your woman, right? Prove it.”
He stares down at me with heat in his eyes and before I can utter another word, he flips me over on the bed. Teasingly, he runs his hands down my legs as he positions me on the bed. His calloused hands caress over the lacy underwear I’m wearing, over to push my shirt up my back and over my head. His hands caress my breasts and pull me back toward his chest as he plays with my nipples, tweaking and pulling, moans spilling from my lips. His phone rings and he stops momentarily to answer while still holding me to him.
“Tell me you have some news.” He listens intently to the conversation on the other end of the line before replying.
“Great, give me twenty minutes and I’ll meet you outside.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply, only tosses his cell phone onto the chest of drawers.
“Babe,” he says, nibbling at my earlobe. “I don’t have time to prove I’m your man the way I want to. But I’ll be giving you a taste of what’s to come.” Pushing me forward, he smacks my ass. “Hope you aren’t too fond of these,” he says before a rip echoes through the room and my pussy is bared to him.
Like an unleashed animal, he ripped my panties before thrusting two fingers into me.
“Jesus.” The word sounds torn from his throat. “How are you already so wet? Does your cunt long to be filled, babe?” The dirty words wash over me and although it has never been something I enjoyed in the past, it clearly is now.
“Fuck.”
Pushing back onto his hand, I urge him to thrust deeper, more, anything.
Knotting my hair around his fist, he pulls my head back again to speak directly in my ear. “Your pussy actually got wetter. You like the dirty talk. Let me tell you something. Right now, it’s going to be hard and fast and dirty. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name and every man in this fucking club knows who this juicy little cunt belongs to.” He adds a third finger and pumps into me hard, making me moan and writhe. “And then I’m going to leave you in my bed where you belong before sorting out some club shit. But when I get back, I’m going to take my time with you.”
Releasing my hair, he pushes me forward again before another slap lands on my ass. His fingers pump in and out of me and I am so wet, the sounds are obscene. Just as my orgasm rips through me and crashes down, he removes his fingers and I hear his zipper. Before I can voice a complaint, he slides his cock into me in one smooth, forceful stroke, ripping a scream from my lungs.
He grabs my hips as he pounds into me from behind and all I can do is hold on to the duvet to keep me grounded as one orgasm flows into the next. Behind me, his thrusts become ragged and I know he’s close. Pushing my ass out toward him, he seems to come unhinged and the pounding becomes more intense. An unexpected orgasm rips through me, causing me to scream again, and then he stills and pumps me full of his cum. Both of us are breathing raggedly as he slowly pulls out of me.
Falling to my side, I simply stare at him with what I can only assume is a lazy satisfied grin on my face as I watch him tuck his penis back into his jeans.
“Blue, I’ve got to go. I really wanted to show you my house today and maybe take you out for lunch but it will have to wait.” Brandon levels me with a serious look before continuing.
“I’m going to tell you straight, because this isn’t just club business but it involves you as well. I have a solid lead on Viper and I’m going to finish this today.”
Shock courses through me but I try my damnedest to school my features. Nodding my head, I remain silent.
“Right now, we have to leave, but I’ll be back soon and then I’m taking you to my house and keeping you there for the foreseeable future.” Smiling at me, he helps me from the bed to my feet before kissing me again. His kiss is luxurious and full of promise. Twining my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss for a moment before pulling away.
Brandon is not only doing this for his club but also to make sure I’m safe as well. Even though I fear for his safety—and I probably always will—I have no choice but to respect him for protecting what’s his. Brandon moves toward the chest of drawers, strapping on his guns before throwing on his cut. Moving back to me, he kisses my forehead before walking out the door. He doesn’t say goodbye and neither do I because he’ll be back soon.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Wolf
Justice has insane computer skills for an eighteen-year-old. He mentioned something about being in trouble with the law because of it a while back but I didn’t ask too many questions. That’s decidedly a conversation for another day. Having Justice successfully do this favor for me will unquestionably get him off my shit list.
“Tracked his phone to the other side of town. He’s holed up in the warehouse district.”
Justice wastes little time telling me the information I need from him as we make our way out of the clubhouse.
“Great. You ready to ride? Everyone else is busy at the moment.”
“Sure.”
Striding over to our bikes, I cannot help but appreciate the fact that he doesn’t ask any questions. He’s simply ready to ride and that’s a great quality to have in a member.
Heading to the other side of town, a feeling of foreboding hits me and I wonder if I should perhaps wait for a couple of the other guys. Anything could be waiting for us and usually, I’m more careful, but I just want to get this done. I want my woman safe and I want Viper gone. Permanently.
****
The outside of the warehouse looks decrepit. There isn’t an unbroken window in sight, the side door has been ripped from its hinges, and most of the building has been tagged with spray paint. Making my way from my bike to the side door, I constantly scan my surroundings. The air is stale and cloying, there are no cars around, and an eerie silence wraps around us. I move through the door into the warehouse and look back toward Justice for confirmation.
“Just checked the tracking app on my phone and the signal is coming from the left-back corner of the building.” His voice is pitched low, but in the empty building, it sounds louder.
The walls and the floor are bare concrete. There�
��s a smell of piss permeating everything. In a corner is what I’m assuming to some homeless man’s belongings to which he will probably return at sunset. This is the type of place you would expect to find junkies shooting up, but I’m lucky I don’t see any.
Nodding, I move in the direction Justice specified. As we enter the back office, I instantly realize the mistakes we have made. We never knew the total number of members in the Mongrels MC and we assumed that we had taken out most of their members at the clubhouse the night we rescued Hadley. The second mistake we made was assuming they were working alone. They aren’t.
In the center of the room, like a fucking king is Viper, his president—Mutt—beside him. He smiles at me with malice in his eyes.
“Welcome, Wolf.”
Taking in the room around me, I try to formulate a plan. At least twelve men have their guns trained on us. There’s no other door or even a window that we could use for an escape if the opportunity arose.
“Viper. Mutt.” I nod at both of them in greeting, returning my gaze to them.
“Let’s keep this simple. You have things that belong to me and I want then back.”
Slowly, I take notice of him. He looks better than the last time I saw him. He’s better dressed but the clothes are ill-fitting, like he’s trying to be something he’s not. Viper has also clearly been sampling his own product. His eyes are sunken, his skin has a greyish pallor to it, and his arms are covered in scabs.
“Nothing we have belongs to you.”
Justice catches me off guard with his reply but the thing that scares the shit out of me is the gunshot that echoes through the small room we’re standing in. Justice falls down beside me, clutching his thigh as blood seeps through his jeans.
“Wolf,” Viper barks at me. He waits until my full attention is focused back on him.
“Call Pope and hand me your phone. It’s time for us to negotiate a hostage exchange.”
“No,” Justice replies from beside me.
Watching Mutt, I see the nod he gives before another shot goes off in the small room. My ears ringing, I take a deep breath. Mildew, gunpowder, and blood blend and make my stomach roll. Looking down, I see Justice has been shot in the shoulder by a man I don’t recognize.
“Make the call,” Viper repeats from his spot.
Justice opens his mouth to say something, but I silence him with a shake of my head. He has balls—I’ll give him that—but if he doesn’t keep his fucking mouth shut, he won’t live to walk out of here. Facing Viper, I pull my phone from my back pocket, select Pope’s burner phone, and hold it out to Viper. There’s nothing I want less in this world than to have Hadley anywhere near this tweaked-out motherfucker. But I don’t have a choice. Viper and his men will simply kill us and go after the girls. There will be no one to warn them of what’s coming because we all thought they were done. We weren’t looking for an entire crew, we were only looking for one man. This is simply making the best of a bad situation. At least if I do die here, my brothers will know to look after her.
“Pope,” Viper drawls into my phone. My sole focus is on him at this moment. How he breathes, moves, talks, even the slightest twitches of his eye.
“Well, I’m calling you because I have your boys.” He responds to what I am assuming is a question on Pope’s part. I wish I could hear their entire conversation but I’ll have to make do with what I have.
“Well, I have your enforcer.” He winks at me. “And a black boy bleeding out on the floor in front of me.” Talking about Justice causes him to scrunch up his nose in disgust.
“What do I want? I want what your fucking boys took from me!” His voice has gone up in volume. His inner tweaker is front and center for all to see. Taking a deep breath, I can see him focus on whatever Pope has to say on the other side of the line.
“Great. Bring the girls to the farmhouse you took them from. Just you and one other man. No weapons.”
He laughs at Pope’s response. “Have some faith. See you in an hour.”
My phone gets thrown to a man behind me before I hear it shattering.
“Great.” Mutt claps his hands together. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, get shit set up, and end this fucking nightmare. King wants that fucking girl before noon tomorrow.”
King? What the fuck does he have to do with this? Before I’m able to vocalize anything, darkness envelopes me as someone hits me from behind.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hadley
Sitting at the bar and having a drink with Kaiya, I watch as Pope enters, followed closely by Sparrow, Mad Dog, Beast, and Viking.
“Hadley.”
His voice carries a tone of worry and regret. If it’s a club-related problem, I can understand the worry, but the regret catches me off guard. But if it’s strictly club business, he wouldn’t be talking to me. We may be friendly with each other but I’m not an old lady or someone who gets to be privy to club business.
“Pope, can I do something for you?”
The slight amount of confidence I project is all a façade, but I need him to think, if only for this moment, that I’m capable of handling whatever he’s about to tell me.
“I’m not going to bullshit you, either of you.” His gaze lands on Kaiya before returning to me. “Viper and his cronies have taken Wolf and Justice hostage and want to trade you for them.”
From the corner of my eye, I can see Kaiya has gone white as a sheet, but I don’t give away any of my emotions. My mind runs in a million different directions, but I won’t let them see that.
Pope continues to speak. “Wolf is going to have my ass for this, but I need to ask you what you want to do. He would never willingly allow me to risk either of you, but if it’s your choice…” His voice trails off.
Turning toward Kaiya, I allow my full attention to settle on her. She breathes in deeply before nodding with a look of resignation on her face. From behind me, someone growls, but I choose to ignore this.
“Kaiya, you don’t have to do this,” Mad dog all but growls at her.
“But I will.” Kaiya’s reply is more confident than I was expecting. “The Gypsy Bastards have been nothing but good to me and if it hadn’t been for Wolf walking into that farmhouse to rescue Hadley, I would still be bent over that fucking table.”
“Give us five minutes and we can leave.”
Not waiting for the men to respond, I take hold of Kaiya’s hand and lead her toward Wolf’s room. Turning my body slightly, I look directly at Viking.
“Can we have a moment with you before we head out?”
He nods and follows us up the stairs. He’s the only person I can ask, the only person who will trust me to do this right. Getting to Brandon’s room, I fling open all the drawers and hand a navy hoodie to Kaiya before taking a black one with the club logo on the back for myself. Brandon’s hoodies are huge on both of us and hang mid-thigh.
Viking clears his throat while he stares at me. “Pretty girl, you know Wolf is going to shit himself about this, right?”
“Yeah, but he isn’t here to stop me.”
In the distance, I can hear the rumbling of motorcycles getting closer and assume that Pope has called for reinforcements.
“You’re not going to stop me either. You’re going to help me so we can all get home tonight.”
Viking booms out a laugh. “And what do you need me to do?”
“I need a gun.”
Facing him, I see the shock blanket his face before he can school his features. A laugh pours out of me. “You knew my dad. Do you honestly think I don’t know how to handle a gun?”
Viking hands me the Beretta from his side holster. Checking the clip, I engage the safety and shove it into the back of my jeans. Turning around, I show my back to Viking. “Can you see it?”
“Not a thing, doll.”
“Let’s do this.”
Grabbing Kaiya’s hand again, we move out the door and downstairs. The guys have clearly already made their way outside and we move to follo
w. The moment we step over the threshold, I freeze. Before me stands Sway, the President of the Immortal Saints MC and behind him are at least fifty bikers, mounted to ride.
Sway stares at me before scooping me up into his arms. He holds me tightly to him before whispering into my ear. “Good God, girl, but you’ve grown. Haven’t seen you since your father’s funeral.”
Putting me down, he holds me at arm’s length while scanning me from top to bottom.
Wiping a tear from my eye, I smile at him. “You look exactly the same.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He winks in reply.
“Sway, Hadley. Didn’t know you knew each other,” Pope interrupts.
“Hadley is my goddaughter. Haven’t seen her since her daddy’s funeral. King and I had our falling out in those days and I haven’t seen her since. But I sure am grateful for the opportunity to reconnect.”
“Great stuff,” Viking jumps in, “but can we please get this shit done and do happy reunions later?”
“Yes, yes, do we have a plan?”
Looking him straight in the eye, I lay out my plan before Pope can even begin to speak.
“Kaiya and I are going to be exchanged for Wolf and Justice.” Holding up my hand, I silence them before they can argue. “I have a plan and if we can all just work as one, we can all be back here later tonight enjoying a beer.”
Gathering my resolve, I look around at all the shocked faces. Some of the men I know and some I don’t, and few know me. Raising my voice, I run my gaze over the crowd of rough-and-tumble bikers gathered around us.
“My name is Hadley Freeman. My father was Phillip ‘Juice’ Freeman, VP to the Iron Disciples. Some of you knew him and those who didn’t do know his reputation. I’m my father’s daughter, and so help me God, I will do this with or without you.”
Looking back at Pope, I see the surprise on his face, but he nods his accent with something akin to admiration before he heads to a black van and gets in the driver’s side with Mad Dog beside him. Silently, Kaiya and I climb in the back before Sway closes the door with a wink and a look of pride in his eyes.
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