by Bella J
Onyx grabbed my shoulders. “Then what, huh? If you have the answer to that, then what?” He gripped tight, fingers digging into my flesh as he shook me. “You’d still be here against your will. You’d still be in the middle of this. Answers won’t mean shit to you right now.”
“I want to go home. I just want to go home.” Sobs wracked through my body, desperation weeping out of me. “I’m so scared, and I just want to go home. Please!”
“Well, you can’t!” His voice erupted from his throat like thunder, silencing me instantly. With teary eyes, I stared up at him, his hands still tight on my shoulders. “You can’t go home. Not yet.”
With a hard tug, I jerked free from his hold, taking a step back. I shook my head while glaring at him. “He won’t let me go.”
Onyx pulled his lips in a straight line, not saying a word. At that moment, he couldn’t even look at me.
“Your brother won’t let me go.”
“Listen, Alyx—” He moved forward, but I stepped back.
“Granite wants me here, whether I want to be here or not. I’m not stupid. I know it’s not simple, and there’s something else going on. But whatever it is, your brother won’t let me go. Of that much, I’m sure.”
Onyx shook his head, hands resting at his sides. “Let’s see how this all plays out.”
“Easy for you to say.” I wiped tears from my cheek with the back of my hand. “It’s not your life hanging in the balance.”
“Are you kidding me?” Onyx’s brows almost touched his hairline. “You think my life ain’t in danger here? You think none of our lives are in danger?” His face turned to stone as he approached me. “Our lives are in danger every goddamn day. Every time we walk out these motherfucking doors, we don’t know whether it will be our last.”
“That’s your choice.” I clenched my jaw. “Me being here is not my choice.”
“You think it’s a choice? Newsflash, Miss Green. We’re just playing the cards we got dealt, just like everyone else in this wretched world. And this club is all we got. The only family we got.”
I bit my lip, not liking what I was hearing. Even though I believed we were the makers of our own fate, I was in no position to judge. Not with me dancing to my mom’s tune—pun intended.
Onyx stared at me, a grave expression on his face paired with an unnatural stillness. Granite told me his reason for taking me, said I was his to take. But something told me there was more to it than mere obsession. Especially after Onyx gave me the impression something more was going on. Perhaps, apart from being Granite’s girl in the window, I was a bargaining chip as well. Collateral. Something to be used for personal gain in the sordid games played in the underground of this city. Truth was, I had no idea how ruthless these motorcycle clubs could be, so I could not put anything past them. But one thing I was sure of, there was no way Granite was taking me back to my life. Not until he had taken from me what he wanted. I might have been scared and desperate, but I wasn’t stupid. It was written all over Granite’s face whenever he looked at me. The promise was right there in his touch earlier, the vow made when he pressed his lips against mine.
“Your brother is not planning on letting me go. Even after you’ve used me for whatever reason…I’m not going anywhere. Not until he’s used me for his own personal reasons.”
One of his eyebrows slanted inward. “You seem sure of that.”
“I am.”
“How?”
I licked my lips, the saltiness of my tears coating my tongue. “I just know.”
“You’re wrong.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not wrong. You’ll see.”
The sky-blue of his eyes turned a shade darker, his face hard. But I refused to look at him any longer and turned my back on him. For a while, we stood there in silence, and it surprised me that Onyx didn’t leave. He had no reason to stay. No reason to stick around in the room with me. But he did.
“Alyx, the only reason we took you—”
“Kidnapped.” I glanced at him over my shoulder. “I believe that’s the word you should use.” The animosity dripped from my words, and right then I didn’t care. My body was drained, my mind weary. And Onyx didn’t intimidate me the way Granite did. I felt more in control around Onyx, more confident, and that finally led me to this point where I just didn’t give a fuck anymore. Not around him, anyway.
I heard him exhale. Then footsteps. “Granite said to make sure you get something to eat. I knew you wouldn’t be hungry, but I brought you something anyway. I’ll just leave it here for you.”
My tears had stopped, the lingering wetness starting to dry on my cheeks. “You know so much about my life. Even my fucking eating habits.” Finally, I turned to face him where he stood, a few feet away from the door. “It seems the American Street Kings interfered with my life long before you kidnapped me.”
“I’m sorry, Alyx. I know we’re not the good guys here, but we’ve never interfered with your life…until now.”
For a moment, I studied him, trying to figure out exactly what angle he was trying to work. Now, I was no people expert, or even close to a goddamn profiler—but Onyx wasn’t showing any sign that he was currently trying to pull off some bullshit act.
I leaned back, surprised yet still uncertain. “Your brother made himself a part of my life years ago without me even knowing.”
Onyx didn’t respond.
I weaved my fingers through my hair, ruining the ponytail I had just tied ten minutes ago. “You and Neon keep telling me nothing is as it seems. Well, maybe you’re the ones who should take a better look.”
He bit his bottom lip, eyes weary, and his hands deep inside his pants pockets. “Get some rest, Alyx.” He left, locking the door behind him.
The sound of the lock became more and more familiar, and less noticeable. This room was starting to blend into my world. Their faces too—Onyx and Neon. But not Granite. Not his face. The man was an enigma, a paradox not meant to fade. Not in my world, anyway.
Alone, standing in the center of the room, I looked at the side table next to the bed. It was a diet Pepsi he left for me. He knew I wouldn’t eat, and I knew the diet Pepsi was a way for him to crack a joke about it. At least he wasn’t making such a big deal about what I ate.
“God,” I cursed, smiling, yet feeling fucking miserable.
Falling down on the bed like nothing but a sack of meat, I closed my eyes. My stomach felt heavy, my skin clammy, yet cold. There was no telling what tomorrow held in store for me, but if the dread that hugged my insides was anything to go by…it wouldn’t be anything good.
Chapter Nineteen
Granite
It was just past midnight when I walked up the stairs, beer still in hand. The guys were riled up, and rightfully so. We weren’t part of a club just for shits and giggles. We were a club because we loved the thrill. We loved the adrenaline, and most of all, we were a family. And when you fucked with anyone in this family, you got burned. And that was what the Pythons did. They fucked with our family when they killed our men, all because they wanted our business with the Sixes, a business my father spent years building. Did they really think that was something we’d surrender to them so easily? Motherfuckers.
On my way down the hall, I passed her bedroom. For a second, I stilled by the door, a part of me wanting to go inside. I wanted to check if she was sleeping, then sit in the fucking dark like a psycho and watch her body move with her rhythmic breathing while she slept. It was like fucking Xanax to me, soothed and calmed me. Sort of like watching waves when they eased onto the shore.
I leaned with my shoulder against the door, thinking about the soft little moans she would make in her sleep every now and then. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.
I chugged down the last of my beer and pushed myself off the door before walking past. Not tonight. My fucking mind was all over the place, and I could feel my control hanging by a thread. Being close to her now would’ve tipped me over the edge, and I�
��d end up doing something she really wasn’t ready for yet.
A psychopath with a conscience. Imagine that.
My room was a little farther from the others. It was through the kitchen, out the back door, to the right. I liked my privacy, so I had the room where you couldn’t hear people talk through the walls or hear wall-bang-fucking at two in the morning.
I walked in and shut the door, not bothering to lock it. If there was a dumb enough asshole who dared to come in here uninvited, he deserved a bullet in his chest.
The first thing I did was take out my gun, placing it on a table a few feet away from the door. Then my watch. The two knives I had hidden in my pockets, and then I placed my cut over it.
My man cave had minimal shit in it. One couch. One bed. One fridge. And a shitload of beer. What more did a man want or need?
I fell down on my couch, leaning my head back and letting out a breath when someone knocked on the door. Three knocks, light and leisurely. I knew exactly who it was and didn’t have the strength.
Sighing, I got up and opened the door, met by a dark brown lecherous gaze.
“Hi.” Thick black eyelashes batted at me, red lips pouting.
“Not tonight, Tanit.” I leaned against the door, blocking her way so she got the message that she wasn’t welcome.
Biting her bottom lip, she flipped her long dark hair over her naked shoulder, the leather corset top making it impossible to ignore the big, round tits shoved up for everyone to notice. “I saw you in the bar. You seemed like you needed a little…distraction.” The words dripped from her lips like candle wax. Slow, seductive, and meant to burn.
“I said not tonight.” About to close the door, she shot out her hand, holding it open.
“Granite, what’s going on? It’s been months…you know, since you—”
“Fucked you?” No use beating around the bush.
“Well…yeah.”
I rubbed my forehead. “You knew the deal, Tanit.”
“I know.” She held up her hands, retreating a little. “No strings. I know. I was just wondering, since it’s been so long, if we could,” she licked her cherry red lips, leering eyes raking over me, “help each other out.”
The first day she ended up in my bed, I knew it was a mistake. She was young, didn’t quite fit in, and that made her do stupid things…like get into my bed in the middle of night, naked and already smelling like wet pussy. I might have been the leader, the one who was supposed to know better, but I was also just a man with a dick. So I fucked her. And since she didn’t turn out to be the clingy, talking-out-of-the-bedroom type, I ended up fucking her a few more times after that.
I roughed my palm across my beard, the scratchy sound filling the hollow silence between us. “Listen, Tanit. I’ve been straight with you from the start.”
“I know that. And I accepted your terms.”
“Then you’ll accept my rejection tonight as well.”
Her heel clicked on the floor as she took a step back. “You don’t want me anymore?”
“Jesus, Tanit. It was never about me wanting you or not. You know that.”
She turned her head, facing away from me while nodding. “Okay. Well,” she glanced at the ground, “it was good while it lasted.” She turned and walked away.
Jesus fucking Christ. “Yo, Tanit.” I leaned out the door and looked her way.
She turned.
“You’re a good woman. You’ll find the right guy. That guy just ain’t me.”
The smile on her lips was as fake as tomorrow’s news. “Yeah.”
After closing the door, I lit a cigarette. Tanit probably hated me now, but at least I had a clear conscience by being straight with her from the start. It was her own fault if she invested more into our little fuck-fest than she should have.
Once I realized that there was a chance I could have the one woman I’d wanted for so long, I never once gave Tanit the sign that she was welcome in my bed. The prospect of having Alyx occupied every corner of my mind, and my dick ached just for her. God, I wondered what it would feel like to have her tiny body beneath me, all innocent and inexperienced. An untouched body. A tight, intact pussy. All mine. Only mine.
Just thinking about it made my cock hard.
I unzipped my pants, pulling out my dick and gripping it tight.
Alyx didn’t have big breasts, but they were perfect for her body. How would she react if I teased them with my fingertips, licked her tiny nipples with my tongue? Would she moan? Whimper and writhe on the sheets while my touch traveled down south, gently slipping a finger though her slit? Would I find her wet, needy, her pussy begging to suck me inside her?
I turned, pressing my arm against the door and leaning my head into the crook of my elbow. My hand moved, pumping my cock.
I imagined her legs all wide and spread-eagled just for me. It would be easy for her to bend and buck in any way I wanted her. That body of hers was supple, flexible, and there was no limit to how I’d be able to fuck her.
Harder. Faster. I jerked my dick, gripping tight, thinking about breaking through the barrier of her virginity. She’d cry out in pain as I entered her for the first time. There was no way her tiny body would be able to take me without feeling like it was being torn apart. At least, the first time. But her pain would result in my ultimate pleasure, her walls still firm and unyielding, wrapping around my dick and squeezing it.
Fuck.
I touched the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum around it before pumping faster. My spine was already starting to tingle as pleasure slowly spread through my rigid body. Fucking Alyx would be like nothing I had ever experienced, but everything I’d ever fantasized about…and more.
I would stare down at her, entering her, and her body would be stiff, anxious. Her blue eyes would shut as she cried out the second I tore through the piece of skin that was kept pure and unbroken just for me. But once that barrier had been broken, my cock buried deep inside her body, her pain would be replaced by the kind of pleasure only I had ever given her.
I’d brush my hand against her inner thigh and push her leg open. Wider. Letting me slip in deeper. For her, there would be more pain, then more pleasure.
For me, it would just be pleasure.
My slow, steady pace would quicken, my body urging me to move faster. Harder. Her face would be contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure while I went from taking her virginity to fucking her like I owned her.
I’d know when she was close. Her body would tremble, her lips would quiver. And her moans would become louder. Until finally…she would come around my cock, milking an orgasm out of me as well.
My balls retracted, and my body erupted as I came with my hand around my cock, shooting the ribbons of cum against my motherfucking front door.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my legs shaking beneath me. But I wasn’t satisfied. Not even close. In fact, jerking my own cock and coming while thinking of Alyx only made me want her more.
In a fit of rage mixed with frustration, I slammed my fist against the door. How long would I have to wait before I could take what was mine? I wanted to wait until she was ready, but what if she would never be ready? I’d seen the way she looked at me with equal parts lust and fear. What if the fear smothered her desire for me, her lust to be consumed by me? Then I’d wait forever, and she still wouldn’t be ready.
“Fuck!”
My fist was about to become one with my front door yet again when my phone rang. Another f-bomb dropped from my mouth as I walked over to the table, grabbing my phone.
“What?”
“We found two Python scouts.” Dutch sounded pissed.
“Where?”
I heard him take a breath.
“Dutch. Where?”
“Outside, at the back. They were trying to get in when Manic spotted them on the security cameras.”
“Motherfuckers! Take them to the garage.” I hung up. It was no longer blood swooshing through my veins, it was lava burning through bone. F
uckers crossed the line by coming here, by trying to get inside. Slither was reaching. Man was desperate because he knew he didn’t have much time until the entire fucking police force came after him for kidnapping the PC’s daughter.
Slipping on my cut, I grabbed my gun and knives. It took me fifteen seconds to rush out of my room, down the stairs, and across the courtyard. Usually, I had to focus on gaining control, work on not losing my shit whenever it came to the Pythons. But not tonight. Tonight, I was giving my rage the reins, letting it lead. Coming here to our home, trying to spy on us, was a new low for them, and there was only one way to deal with this bullshit.
The door leading to the garage slammed against the wall as I rammed it open. “Where are these fuckers?”
Dutch nodded over his shoulder. “In the back.”
“Good. Did they talk?”
“No. Maybe you can persuade them.”
Dutch stepped out of my way as I stomped to the back, wanting to look these assholes in the eye. Manic and Ink were already there, both standing guard, making sure the fuck-faces didn’t try anything stupid.
Biting my bottom lip, I pulled out my gun and aimed, pulling the trigger and planting lead in one of the fucker’s head. The sound of a small sonic boom echoed off the goddamn walls, and the guy tied to the chair next to my latest victim screamed, flinching as blood splattered on his face.
“Jesus Christ, Granite,” Ink moaned. “Would you stop doing that?”
I glanced at the fucker sitting next to the fresh corpse. Piss dripped down his thighs, pooling around his tied feet. The way his body shuddered, his lips quivering, I knew my violent display of power and control made him flip a switch. It was time to see how loyal Slither’s fuckers really were.
With my attention—and gun—turned his way, I scowled. “If you’d prefer not to end up like your friend, here, I suggest you start talking.”
Tears mixed with uncontrollable sobs painted the picture of a man about to crack under the pressure, but everyone knew when you were with an MC, you had a code. You didn’t fucking talk, no matter what. Sometimes you’d get the coward who spilled his guts like a chicken under a butcher’s knife. Other times you got the hardcore motherfuckers who would rather burn in hell than live with the shame of being a rat—not that he’d live very long, anyway. Nothing stuck like the stench of a rat, and in our world, it was something no one could outlive.