Bleed Me (Haunted Roads Book 3)

by India R. Adams

  Justice, with much love, grabbed my face. “You stay here. I’ll check on her.”

  Normally, I wasn’t one to sit things out, but in this case, with everything that had been taking place and all the feelings coming to the surface, I could feel my edges fraying.

  I was now standing against the side of the house, music coming from inside. “Yeah, I’ll stay here.”

  She kissed me. “Any storm.”

  Not feeling exactly like the badass confident biker I felt like when rolling into this town, I said, “Justice and Giver.”

  She snuck around a bush, and with her back to the wall, Justice peeked through a window. She whispered, “She’s in the kitchen. Dancing. Very pregnant. Eating carrots.”

  Carrots?

  As if realizing her mistake, Justice’s eyes slowly found mine.

  Blackout.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Church Eyes

  Once I learned my husband was traveling to his previous hometown, I knew what I had to do. I prepped my bike, bought plane tickets for our children, and asked Elle and Jamie to travel with them and bring them to a location I refused to share for everyone’s safety. I had a rental car waiting for them and a hotel booked under a code name only Saint, Elle, Jamie, and I knew.

  Giver is a beautiful soul… but Dick is volatile, at best. The perfect balance, maybe, but just as dangerous as it is inspiring. What the Stallions and Ryders didn’t know was that, for some reason, Dick hated Delilah. My heart sensed that, if Giver were to see her, it would be too much for Dick. I sensed he would itch for the steering wheel of Giver’s life.

  I was right.

  Facing the evil that was branded to my husband’s soul through unspeakable actions, I was grateful for how much Dick had confided in me. Yes, many secrets were hidden from me to protect his other half, but enough details were shared to keep me on steady ground every time I had to face him.

  I whispered, “Dick, please let Giver handle this.”

  He sneered. “If he knew how to handle shit, I wouldn’t be here, at this bitch’s house.”

  “He kept me safe. Dick, the club let me back away to stay with Grace and Ice.”

  “Yeah? Then why are you fucking here, too?” He easily pushed past me, even though I tried to grab his arm, then passed the window to a sliding glass door.

  Because there was barely any wall between us for me to hide behind, I froze in place. I covered my mouth when Dick tried the sliding glass door, which was part of the open living room and kitchen area. When he realized it was locked, Dick didn’t try another. It’s like he knew all entries would be locked. Instead, he stood right in front of the glass, staring in a challenging manner, almost daring Delilah to unlock the door.

  My heart pounded as I begged God not to let Delilah see him in the dark shadow. That’s why I didn’t rush to yank him back. The less movement, the better. If Dick could go unnoticed, then maybe we could keep Giver a secret. Giver had teased that our diamonds were the club’s best secret… not knowing he was mine. If no one learned his true identity, I could grow old and in love with the soul that perfectly paired with mine.

  The music lowered… “Tuck?” called out Delilah, her voice much sultrier than expected.

  Dick didn’t move, just stared back at her.

  “Daddy?” called out Delilah with a hint of fear.

  Motionless, Dick audaciously stared.

  Delilah was scared now. “Art?”

  No, Delilah. It’s not Art. Please don’t come to this door. Please don’t open the door.

  There was no doubt that Giver wouldn’t survive hurting Delilah again. That meant I would have to do whatever needed to restrain him if she opened that door. That meant cops would be involved. I would lose my Giver forever. Fake identity, rape, and stalking, all affiliated with a motorcycle ‘gang’? No judge or jury would let Giver be free again.

  Holding my crystal instead of my gun, I prayed. Jenny, your brother needs you.

  I waited. Delilah waited…

  Slowly, Dick’s hand rose and laid on the glass between him and Delilah.

  His sudden sniffle told me what had transpired. Grateful that music was still playing inside the house, I held open my arms and offered an embrace of comfort while whispering, “Kenny, come here, honey.”

  Crying, Giver’s youngest personality came to me. His shoulders were caved, his hands wringing with a nervousness he felt often. It’s bewildering to see large, strong hands, knowing the one with the mental health issue was most likely seeing tiny hands because he believed himself to be a little boy. “Why dos she eat cawwots, Ju-Ju?”

  Even though Kenny outweighed me and was considerably taller, he melted to me like a child to a mother. Unlike what my husband believed, my mothering instincts hadn’t begun with Grace and Ice.

  They began… with him.

  Not being sure of what Delilah’s next move would be, I backed away with Kenny as he cried, “Dos she not wuv me anymore?”

  Fighting my own tears, I held him tight, letting my love pour from my soul to his. “She loves you very much, Kenny.”

  “She weaving me?”

  “No, baby boy. Nor will I.” Trying to hide us against the wall, I kissed his head as it rested on my shoulder. “No one will leave you again. You are safe, here, with me, in my heart, and in my arms.”

  I almost had him. I almost had Giver back, but Delilah starting a car in the garage spooked Kenny, activating his protector.

  Releasing me, Dick growled, “Where is that bitch going now?” He swiftly side-stepped me. Again, I tried to stop him, but Dick didn’t show restraint with his strength like Giver.

  Running along the side of the house, I raced to catch up to him. Knowing I couldn’t overpower him, I had to resort to outsmarting him. Throwing my arms around his waist from behind, I let one palm grab a handful of his crotch.

  Dick jerked to a stop right before reaching the edge of the garage where the noisy door was rolling upward. When he took a step backward, I knew he wanted to feel more of me up against him, so I stood still. But… let my hand fall.

  As soon as I did, the smart fucker outsmarted me at my own game. He took a step forward, but not far enough for my hand to not be able to reach him again. Dick was playing with me and my battle to protect Delilah.

  “Tick-tock,” he toyed. He knew I was running out of time as a blue with black stripes ‘69 SS Camaro started backing out of the driveway.

  “Dick. Please. I made a promise.”

  “Nice car, eh, Justice? Let’s see if my bike can catch it.”

  We both knew his HOG would catch up to that car, even if we took our time walking back to his bike. The problem wasn’t even what he would’ve done had he caught her. It was what I would’ve had to do to stop him. If I pull a gun on my husband, would I have the heart to use it?

  The answer was no. No part of me could bring him harm. It’s despicable, I know, but I would rather watch him destroy the whole world before hurting him.

  That left me with one option.

  “You win,” I surrendered, my hand finding its way to cup him again. “Get out of her sight or the deal is off—”

  My back was shoved against the hard wall, and Dick pressed his body to mine, right before headlights shined to where we had just stood. His kiss was possessive and domineering, and I hated that it affected me. But this was my husband, who I was endlessly attracted to. And Dick desired me like a snake craving heat. I hadn’t fucked Giver in over a week, the longest we had ever gone. So, I cheated on my husband… with my husband.

  Hungry hands yanked two guns from my waistline, tossed them to the ground, then unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. “You know what I want, Justice.”

  I did, and I was ashamed that I was going to give it to him.

  Delilah’s car disappeared into the night as Dick dropped to his knees, spreading my legs apart. He tapped his right shoulder.

  Already panting for air and a release by the man I loved, I swung my leg over
that shoulder. My head knocked against the wall behind me because Dick didn’t even pause before devouring my pussy. He owned my core with a vengeance because I hadn’t given it to him since Giver asked me not to.

  With that beautiful hot mouth tearing me apart, there was no possibility of not reacting. My body didn’t betray me. My heart did. I was madly in love with the man between my thighs.

  As soon as I was hot, wet, and desperate—grinding against his tongue and lips—Dick knew he had me right where he needed me, to get even more.

  His cruel chuckle was the last of his mouth I was going to get. With rapid speed, he was suddenly standing, spinning me, and shoving my vested chest to the wall. Rough hands tilted my hips back and up. “I’m about to fuck my girl.”

  The pooling wetness at my core spoke of a different truth, but I replied, “I’m not your girl.”

  With a fist full of hair, he yanked my head back, then thrust. We both moaned as he pushed inside me. The incredible sensations of the plunging cock I knew like no other, had me sinking into the wall with relief and regret. It was a battle between the need for my husband and a promise I had made to him.

  Grunts echoed in the darkness as I betrayed my husband while trying to save his life from a personality who was hellbent on making it chaotic.

  Strong fingers rubbed my clit, causing chills to charge through my whole body as a tear slid down my cheek. “Nah,” Dick whispered before his tongue licked me free of the tear. “Don’t cry. Just come.” I exploded on his dick as he sunk so deep inside me, I was sure he could feel my broken heart.

  Walking back to the bike was my first walk of shame. And it only got worse when Dick held up my cell phone in his hand. I had just tucked my guns back in my jeans and hadn’t even noticed my phone missing.

  After patting my now empty front pockets, I glared at him. “You fucking prick!”

  “No. It’s Dick.” He rolled his eyes, patronizing me.

  I held out my palm. “Give it to me now.”

  Nonchalantly, he shrugged while handing it over. “I didn’t want the minions bothering us while we fucked. Might want to check A-sap. It’s been buzzing like a motherfucker.”

  I gasped. “No!”

  Ten missed alerts.

  As fast as I could, I read messages notifying me that the fight was about to begin, or that it had begun, then asking where the fuck I was. The last one was from my brother. All it read was 911.

  All the frustrations I had been ignoring over the years of being loyal to Giver gathered in one second flat, and my open right hand was sailing through the air. Whack! I slapped my gorgeous husband right across his face. His head jerked to my left and stayed there. I witnessed him blink in shock. Then, hesitantly, he started looking around.

  “Giver!” I rushed my arms around his neck. “Giver!”

  Confused, as expected, his arms slowly and lightly wrapped around my waist. “W-We’re still at Delilah’s?”

  “No time. Stallions and Ryders are in trouble!”

  “What?” He jolted back from my embrace, looking around again. He yelled, “Where are they?”

  I started running, knowing he would follow me anywhere. I didn’t bother with the woods alongside the road. No one was there to see us. Easily, Giver caught up to me, already double-checking his waistline and holsters for guns. I assured him, “You’re still packin’.” As soon as he spotted his bike, he picked up speed and reached for the keys in his pocket. Trying so hard to catch back up, I passed him by as he stopped on a dime. I ran back to him, dumbfounded as to why he was stalling. “What are you doing? Come on!”

  His eyes filled with rage, and his shoulders grew as his nostrils flared. “Why the fuck is my favorite treat on my motherfucking lips, Justice?”

  I swallowed. “Giver, I have no time to explain—”

  “Goddamnit!” He threw his keys to the ground and started pacing, not even bothering to look at me. “You promised me!”

  Fuck it. I guess pissed Giver is better than none. I snatched his keys from the ground and took off running. My brothers needed us. Needed his gun. As soon as I was almost to Giver’s bike, I yelled, “I fucked Dick!” then hopped onto his bike and started the engine, kicking up the jiffy and throwing on my helmet. Shifting the beast into gear, I tightened my arms and legs, bracing for the madman who was a second away from jumping on the back because he knew I was crazy enough to leave his stubborn, jealous ass behind.

  His weight pushed me forward as he loaded in a hurry. His arms wrapped around my waist as he bitched and bitched… “Your fucking gorgeous ass is going over my knee as soon as I’m done shooting dickwads. I’m not kidding, Justice…”

  No time to listen to his mouth run on and on, I hit the throttle and roared his bike to life. We were off to join a battle I was hoping wasn’t already over with my brothers on the losing side. I yelled over his muffler, “Helmet up!”

  He shouted, “Is that how you tell Dick to condom up?” then chucked his helmet into the woods.

  “No!” I watched it land then roll. “Giver! It’s your cock, dipshit!”

  “Justice!”

  Racing around a corner, I yelled over his engine, “Do you have any fucking clue what it is like to be married to you?”

  “A dream come fucking true!”

  “Hardly, asshat!”

  “At least I don’t cheat!”

  “I fucked you!”

  “No! You fucked him!”

  “Fine! You now have a Hall Pass!”

  “What the fuck is that?”

  I braked hard before taking another corner. “You get to fuck another girl without me being allowed to bitch about it!”

  “Fine! Consider me cashing in my ‘pass’.”

  “Fine! Now shut up! Ryder’s clubhouse is under attack. I have no idea what we’re rolling up on. Stick ammo in my pockets. Whatever you have to do to prepare for a ride through if needed. Palm your bad boys and get ready to kill.”

  Giver did just that, stashed ammo and weapons for easy reach, but it didn’t stop his mouth from running while doing it. “Don’t tell me how to kill! I fucking know what I’m doing! Let’s get the subject back to Dick!”

  “No, thank you! I’ve already been there and done that!”

  Roar! “Are you trying to piss me off? Too late! I’m fucking livid!”

  “Can you please stop screaming in my ear?”

  He leaned forward to get even closer to my helmeted ear. “You mean like the bitch who will be riding my dick soon?”

  I reached back, over my shoulder, and tried to thumb him in the eye.

  Holding his face, he bitched even more. “You almost blinded me!”

  “If you were wearing a fucking helmet, it wouldn’t matter!”

  Turning down Redemption Ryder’s road, I gasped and slowed us down. We were far away, but I could already see flashes, bullets firing from guns. Giver reached forward from my waist and to his handlebars, flicking his lights off. Then he tapped my chest to make sure I was still in my bulletproof vest. He had the balls to sneer, “Just making sure Dick didn’t take this off when you fucked.”

  “Giver—”

  His lips pressed to my helmet so hard I could feel him shaking. “Any storm. Fucking live, babe.”

  My heart melted. “You too.”

  It’s amazing how fast one fight can end when facing a much bigger one.

  He gestured ahead. “They’re preoccupied now, but we’ve gotta go in hot as fuck. We’re sitting ducks.”

  My hands opened and closed on the handles. I was going to have to hit a high speed in no time. The problem with speed was that it also meant the harder we were going to go down. Being shot? Going down was happening. “How close do you think we’ll get before they notice us?”

  Men on each side of the dirt road were running from cover to cover—bikes, trees, whatever they could find for shelter from the bullet storm. It looked like my Stallions had rolled up into a war zone and got caught in the crossfire.

  We h
ad hoped to catch this new club unprepared, but they had more men than us. I growled, “Giver, we gotta get in there.”

  “I know. I know. But we also have to be effective.” I could feel him behind me, looking around for a solution. A crazy hail Mary of sorts.

  All I knew was every second that passed meant I could be losing a brother. My jaw tensed even more. “I’m about to hit this throttle and take my chances.”

  “Easy, girl.” He pointed to the woods to the right. “Can you get me in there so we can circle a bit and come up behind the ones shooting into the compound?”

  Giver getting off as many rounds as possible, before we were to give our position away, was crucial. Torque believed in Giver’s abilities. I believed in Giver.

  Already turning the bike to the right to take action on the best plan we could muster in fifteen seconds, I told him, “Brush looks thick as hell, but I think so.”

  Bouncing, to clear the shallow field we were crossing, Giver kept a strong eye on the enemy. “Still in the clear.”

  We slipped into the trees unnoticed.

  I couldn’t drive very fast through all the debris, trunks, and shrubbery, but, fuck it; I let the bike take a beating. Screech! went his paint and chrome. A bike could be fixed. Not the lives of our brothers.

  Giver teased, “Think I should text them and announce our pending arrival?”

  Scared, I appreciated his humor. It helped me breathe. “Yeah! Sure! They don’t seem too busy to get on their cells right now.” I exhaled, my chest pounding. “I guess now is as good as any time. Giver, not knowing what would happen here, I wrote up a Will and forged your name. Ice and Grace go to Elle—”

  Reaching in front of me, he pushed a limb out of my way. “Stop talkin’ like you ain’t a badass bitch and we’re ridin’ to our deaths. Now get us in there so we can save the motherfucking day.”

  I smiled. “I love you, James Gunn Dalton.”

  His laughter made his chest rumble against my back. “You’re just talkin’ sweet to get out of trouble for fucking Dick. Nope. Over my knee, babe.” He palmed his guns at my stomach.