by Mallory Funk
He chuckles. “I need to be flexible in case the club needs me. Sometimes things are last minute.”
I nod my head in understanding.
I tell him what it was like growing up with the club, and he looks like he understands when I tell him that my family made it impossible for men or guys to ask me out.
I just shake my head. Of course, he would think that. I can’t blame him though because both he and Bullet have shown how possessive they are of me. When we are in public they make sure that everyone knows that I’m theirs. Man or woman, they don’t care; they always give off warning looks.
The dinner was amazing. I don’t think that I have ever had pasta that tasted so good.
We leave and head back to his house where he draws a hot bath for us to relax in. I sink back into him with a huge sigh. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a hot bath.
I know that this relationship could work with the three of us, but I still ask him if he’s okay with it.
“Are you sure that you are okay with the three of us together? Blake isn’t going to be a problem for you?” I say, a little hesitant.
He’s quiet for a moment so I start to worry. “Just be honest with me,” I say quietly.
“I didn’t think that I would be alright with it because when I came to claim you, I thought that I would have you to myself; but when I see you with Bullet, nothing changes for me. I’m not jealous of him and I know that he would protect you with his life, just like I would. He makes you happy and he’s not a bad guy. I think that this could work.”
I let out a relieved breath.
“I never thought of myself wanting something like this but being in this relationship with the two of you is amazing. I couldn’t imagine it any other way,” I say honestly.
He kisses my shoulder.
I didn’t think that Declan would be the type to have a romantic bath with his woman, but here he is. This tough man is showing me a side of him that no one gets to see.
We are in the tub until it gets cold and then he makes love to me. I fall asleep falling deeper in love with him.
Bullet
Today is my day to take Krista out. Pyro had a turn last night. We thought it might strengthen our relationship to try this. I honestly wouldn’t mind some one on one time with her.
Don’t get me wrong, there isn’t a thing I regret about our relationship, but it’s nice to do this every so often.
I had spent last night at the clubhouse and had some beers.
Late in the night, club whores came, but none of that interested me.
For so long now, all I could see was Krista.
I get to the house around noon. Thankfully, Pyro and Krista are in the kitchen having lunch. I’d hate to wake up Krista.
If there is one person you don’t want to wake up ever, it’s Krista.
Whether sleeping through the night, or having a nap, that woman is scary as fuck when she gets woken up.
“Hey babe,” I say giving Krista a kiss.
“Where are we going today?” she says, pulling back from the kiss and looking at me with excitement in her eyes.
“You’ll see,” I say vaguely.
She huffs in annoyance. “Damn you guys and your surprises!” she exclaims.
I can’t help but chuckle as I grab coffee.
“Not good with surprises?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
“No. Christmas and birthday presents, forget about it. Dad had to start hiding my gifts with one of the brothers because I searched through everything and could never find them.”
“Well thanks for the warning,” I say with a laugh.
Her mouth drops open. “Damn, I told on myself,” she whispers angrily.
“Good thing too because when you’re gone it will give me a chance to hide your present,” Pyro says absently.
Krista perks up.
“What present?” she says excitedly.
He shrugs and I avoid her gaze.
“You know, just something we wanted to get for your birthday in a few weeks, but didn’t want to risk it being sold out,” he says.
She claps her hands. I swear she’s close to bouncing up and down. “Well come on! You might as well give it to me now.”
I shake my head. “No way, babe. You have to wait. Rules are rules.”
“Then we better leave or I’m going hunting,” she says.
“Go get your boots on. We’re taking my bike,” I say with a nod.
I head towards the outskirts of town. Steal had told me about a place that was secluded. He said that Olivia loved it when he took her there.
There’s a cabin there that I made sure to stock up for the night.
When I pull up and turn off my bike, she climbs off and is practically jumping up and down with excitement.
“This place is beautiful! Are we staying the whole night?” she asks.
I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips at her obvious excitement. “Yeah babe, we are.”
I follow her into the cabin. I make sure to check the place out. Its only been a couple hours since I left, but you can never be too safe.
“What’s the plan while we are here for the night?”
“I’m going to cook us supper. While we eat, we will sit outside on the back porch overlooking the water. But, before that, I think we should head out on the boat.” I gesture to the dock with Steal’s boat attached to it.
She raises an eyebrow at me questioningly. “You know how to drive a boat?”
I give her a look wondering if she’s serious but, then again, I guess she doesn’t know much about me.
“Yeah babe. I guess you don’t know this, but I come from a very wealthy and powerful family. I spent lots of time on a boat after my father bought me one for my sixteenth birthday. I go out from time to time back home,” I tell her.
I don’t miss the shocked expression she displays but, looking at me now covered in tattoos, you wouldn’t think that I came from that kind of money.
“Wow, I guess every biker has a story. I never really think about where your lives were before you made the decision to join the club. Its amazing to think that everyone had a life before this when my whole life has been this,” she says gesturing to us.
My eyes soften in her direction. I walk over to her and pull her into my arms.
“I know that you left because you were feeling smothered, but did you ever want out? This life isn’t for everyone, even for people who’ve grown up in it.” This life is dangerous and, being the daughter of The Wicked Dragons president, she knows this. It’s why she has always been protected.
She immediately shakes her head. “No, I didn’t want out, but I wanted a chance to find friends, love, and know what it was like to have people talk to me without worrying about the club at my back. That made it hard to make friends in school. Some of the girls would be too scared to talk to me while others would think that I was sleeping with half the club, even if I see most of them like family. Well, I see everyone but you like family. That didn’t matter. I just got used to being alone. The only real friend I had was Makayla, but then she went off to college and we didn’t get to spend much time together or talk much.”
I nod my head in understanding. This is something that the club had thought about lots after she took off. We were scared that someone was going to harm her if they found out who she was, but we still needed to think about the reasons she left. We came to the conclusion that Krista needed breathing room.
“Well you certainly found a life for yourself. I can see how happy you are here. I’m glad you found your way back to the club, but it’s obvious that you belong here,” I say lowly.
“I feel like this is home more than anything. I was lonely at first. It wasn’t until I became friends with Olivia and started hanging around the club that I finally felt a sense of belonging. I honestly tried to keep my distance from them and from a life that revolved around a club, but I found myself drawn back to it. Now, here we are,” she says with a s
mile.
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, here we are. You are amazing and I’m glad that you are giving me a chance to see a side of you that only Pyro and I will ever know about. This means something to me. You mean something to me. No matter how hard I tried to fight it.”
Before she can say anything, I kiss her. It’s not long before she’s melting in my arms and kissing me back.
I grab her around the hips and pick her up so that I can push her against the wall and show her how much she means to me.
This woman owns me.
Chapter Nine
Krista
My friend Makayla texted last night to have coffee. She’s a nurse that I had worked with and hope to work with again. I decide to walk. I know that my men will have a prospect follow me, so I just make my way out the door. The coffee shop is only a few blocks away.
I just need to be sure that we are staying before I ask for my old job back. I know that nurses are short-staffed in this town, so it shouldn’t be too hard. Keeping nurses on staff has always been a problem.
I had given my notice at my other job when I came down here. I told them that it was unlikely I would be back. I don’t think they questioned it because of who I was.
It’s been a week since I had the individual dates with my men, and they were amazing. I got to talk to them and see a side to them that made me fall deeper in love with them.
We are usually attached at the hip together, but Blake has been going into the tattoo shop more and more. I'm very glad that he’s finding his place because I don’t want him to leave.
I see Cutter across the street watching, but I just walk into the coffee shop. I am used to being followed around and usually the guys send a prospect if they can’t come with me, so it isn’t even a bit surprising to see a brother.
I trust their judgement. I see Makayla when I enter, and she waves excitedly at me. I can’t help but laugh. She’s always been an upbeat person, and it was a relief to be around her on those hard days. That woman could never fail to put a smile on my face.
“I got your coffee!” she yells, and it causes a few heads to turn our way.
I chuckle when she blushes. “Thanks darling, I needed this,” I say, blowing it lightly before taking a sip.
“I’m sure you do,” she says with a wink.
I smile at her. “Well, you know those men take a lot of energy out of you.”
She blushes harder. “And I'm sure it helps that they are both so freaking hot.” She throws a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I'm not trying to hit on your men; it’s just something that you can’t help but notice.”
“It’s okay, I know what they look like. You can look, but don’t touch,” I say with a wink so that she doesn’t feel bad.
I know that she’s shy and doesn’t spend much time getting to know people. It’s a wonder that she has let me in.
We talk about everything that I have been up to since Pyro came after me. Makayla looks very interested, but I haven’t been able to get her to come to a BBQ yet. I hope that she will try it out one day soon. I know that the other women would just love her.
We spend so much time catching up that I end up having two coffees. Makayla leaves when she gets a message from her brother.
I take a couple more minutes before I make my way out the door.
It’s mid-afternoon and the sun is high in the sky. It’s still fairly warm, and the street is busy with people working.
I see Makayla across the parking lot talking on her phone in the driver’s seat of her car when I head to mine.
Cutter pulls up with the club SUV looking like he’s in a rush.
“You’re needed at the clubhouse. In. NOW!” He gets louder. I notice that he looks frantic.
I don’t question it since I didn’t drive.
I give one more glance at Makayla and she gives me friendly wave as I climb in behind the driver’s seat.
I climb in and Cutter is speeding out before I can pull my seatbelt on.
“Whoa, what’s rush?” I ask, my heart starts beating harder. I wonder what could be wrong.
“Just shut up,” he yells.
I flinch at his tone. Something isn’t sitting right with me.
I hear the lock of the doors. I try the door anyway, but the lock wont budge and it won’t open.
I look around at my surroundings. Surely we will be at the clubhouse soon, right?
I notice that the direction he is driving in is the exact opposite direction of the clubhouse.
“Hey! Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the clubhouse,” I say, growing suspicious.
He lets out a chuckle that has shivers crawling up my spine. That does not sound good at all.
Next, there is a whistle and I feel a prick at my neck. When I turn around, I see a man that I don’t recognize before everything turns black.
Chapter Ten
Krista
I wake up shivering. I don’t normally wake up cold, but that’s because I’m usually sandwiched between two guys.
Slowly waking up, I can feel a pounding in my head before I open my eyes.
The room is dark. There is only a light from a small light fixture in the middle of the room. I notice that there is a heavy weighted object around my ankle.
Fuck.
I look over and, sure enough, I’m chained to the wall by my ankles, and my hands are tied in front of me.
I try to move my hands, but it’s no use. Whoever did this sure as fuck knew what they were doing.
I curse as I remember Cutter driving like a maniac out of town, and a man putting God knows what into my system.
When I get out of this, I’m going to fucking kill that fucker Cutter.
Betraying bastard.
When I look around the room, I notice that it’s fairly large, but I guess that’s expected since they have three other women chained to the fucking wall!
I try to focus but my contacts are dry as fuck. I try blinking to bring moisture to my eyes.
I hear a sniffle, and I look over to one woman curled into a ball.
“Hey!” I whisper yell.
I see the figure move and I can’t help but gasp.
“D-danielle? What the fuck?” I ask stunned.
“Krista?” she softly cries.
I hear another moan and I look at the woman a few feet beside her. “Katy?”
“Kris, not you too,” she says. I notice some bruising on her face. I can’t help but wince. Fuck, that had to hurt.
“What are you two doing here? I thought you guys went to Danielle’s grandma’s funeral?” I ask, remembering that they left for the funeral a few days ago.
“We barely made it out of town before we were run off the road. Fuckers won’t tell us what they want. They just come in here to beat the hell out of us and give us water with a small sandwich,” Katy says.
The door opens before I can ask anything else.
I stop cold when I see four bikers enter the room. What shocks me is that they are wearing Devil’s Souls cuts.
“Welcome to your new hell, princess,” one of them spits out.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What the fuck do you want?”
He smirks evilly at me.
“We will let the boss tell you that one,” he says with a look in his eyes that I do not like one bit.
“Try to keep it down, will ya? I'd hate to gag ya,” he says, and the other bikers laugh.
“Fuck you,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
He punches me across the face before I can see him move.
Fuck that hurt. I turn my head to glare at him.
They all laugh at the look on my face.
“Sit tight, Princess. You will be having more company soon.”
They grab the woman that I wasn’t able to get a good look at and drag her out of the room. She looks beaten more than the other two. She looks weak. When her head turns my way, I see a hopeless, vacant expression that turns my stomach.
I wond
er who she is and why she’s here because I don’t recognize her.
One of the guys kicks Katy on his way out with a laugh.
The door shuts with a click of a lock.
I try and think of a way for us all to get out of this mess.
Fuck, these men just don’t know how to fucking disappear. They keep coming back, and I’m worried what they have planned.
I close my eyes trying to fight off the tears that threaten to form.
I hope that we can get out of this.
Pyro
It has been hours since anyone has heard from Krista.
She didn’t come back from coffee with her friend, and I’m trying to remember what she had told me about her.
I drop my head in my hands and rack my brain.
Prez yells when he walks into the club.
“Fuck, get all the women in here. If they aren’t in the club right now, get someone to pick them up. We don’t know what the fuck is going on. Steal, it’s time to call Torch. We need every brother on this, we can’t have any more women harmed.”
Steal picks up his phone and calls his brother while I look at Damien who is looking at his phone with a curse.
“Fuck!” he shouts.
“Prez, I can’t reach Ella,” he says through anger.
Bullet pulls out his phone and makes a call.
“We need to tell her dad. I’m calling my Prez,” he says and walks out of the room.
Fuck, that’s going to be a tough call to make.
“Someone get eyes on Ella!” Prez shouts.
“I need every brother present. Fucking phone whoever isn’t here.”
The next thirty minutes are filled with calls and brothers pulling into the club.
“Makayla! That’s her fricken name. She is from the hospital,” I yell when I finally remember her name.
Prez nods his head. “Go find her. She was the last person to see Krista. Find out what she knows and bring her here.”
I leave the club as quickly as I can and head straight for the hospital.
Once I find a nurse’s station, I ask for Makayla.