Bastards and Angels (Sinners Book 2)

by K. Renee

  “Because I was young and fuckin’ dumb. I was thinking with my dick.” She snorts at my answer.

  “I’m pretty sure you are still thinking with your dick. How else would you end up in bed with someone other than your wife?” She’s got a smirk on her face and, as much as I want to tell her she’s wrong, I don’t. Part of it is true, but there’s more that I don’t tell her.

  I don’t tell her that she takes my breath away with just one smile, and that I knew I was a goner the night I fuckin’ met her. I don’t tell her that six hours was all it took for her to put me under her spell. “With you, it’s different.” A real smile breaks out across her face, and she grabs my face with her hands.

  “How so?” I press my hips into her body and her hands run down the length of my back. Her cold hands snake under my tee shirt and cut.

  “Because.” I nip at her chin before I continue. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” I move my mouth down her neck to her chest. “I love the way you feel wrapped around me.” I pull the shirt to the side and suck a nipple into my mouth. “I especially love the sounds you make when I take you.” I bite down gently on her nipple and she moans out my name.

  “Elec.” Her legs lock around my waist and her bare feet dig into my ass. “Oh, God,” she whimpers. My hand slides down her body to her panties. Pushing them to the side, I sink a finger inside of her. Her back arches, and I start to pump my finger in and out of her until she’s begging me for more.

  Undoing my jeans, I slide them off and kick my boots off with them. Her hands make quick work of my cut and tee shirt. Lining myself up with her sweet cunt, I slam into her in one hard stroke. Her hands grip my back and I can feel her nails digging into my skin.

  I fuck her long and hard until we are both panting, and I’m ready to blow my load inside of her. I thrust into her a few more times before her eyes roll in the back of her head and she's yelling my name. I pump my hips a few more times before I’m coming inside of her. Collapsing on top of her, I huff out a breath and let my body weight push her deeper into the mattress. Her fingers reach up and she starts to run her fingers through my hair again like she always does.

  “You need to shave the sides again,” she says, sounding a little breathy still.

  “I’m waiting on you, babe.” My breath fans against her chest and she just giggles.

  “I’m not your hairstylist.”

  “No, but you’re my girl and I already know if I let Tina do it, you’ll bitch at me for it.” When I look at her face, I see the frown marring her beautiful features. Tina’s been cutting my hair since we were sixteen.

  “I don’t bitch.” She pouts out her bottom lip. Leaning forward, I take her bottom lip into my mouth and suck it into my mouth.

  “You do too, but I find it sexy as hell. It shows me that I mean something to you.” Her lips curve into a grin, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

  “That’s because you do.” I can see the words on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn’t let them fall from her lips. She loves me. Shit. I don’t know how to handle love.

  “Come on, cut my hair, so you can run your fingers along my scalp.” She shakes her head at me, but waits for me to roll off of her so she can get up and get the clippers.

  I’m jolted awake from something being drug into my back. My fingers clench when I look up to see the doc standing over me with tweezers in her hand. She never does shit gently, almost like she like to inflict pain on us. “Nice to see you finally awake,” she muses.

  I flip her the bird and mutter under my breath as she pulls something out of the wound. “Fuck. Why the fuck couldn’t you put me out before you started?” I bitch. She just grins at me and starts to dig again.

  “Because where is the fun in that? Plus, I’m almost done. You’ve been out for the last two hours.” I rise up on my forearms and look around the room. She’s working on my lower back, and I see Tarak standing off to the side of the room. He nods at me, but doesn’t say anything.

  My mind starts to remember why the fuck I got shot and when I look back at the doc it’s almost like she already knows what I’m going to ask before I do. “How’s my daughter?” I finally push the words past my lips. Part of me is afraid that we got there too late and someone hurt her.

  “I did a full exam before I started working on you.” I hold my breath as I wait for what she found. “Your daughter is in perfect health, has no signs of anything being done to her, and I’ve already talked to your ol’ lady about her health, too.” I blow out the breath I was holding. Relief rushes through my veins and my erratic beating heart takes it down a notch.

  “Thank Christ.” I murmur before I lay back down on the table as she finishes working on me.

  “They are both beautiful, E,” she states before she pushes the needle through my skin. I suck in a breath and grit my teeth against the pain.

  “Is that your bedside manner? Complimenting me about my ol’ lady and daughter before shoving that fuckin’ needle in me?” I look over my shoulder at her and see the smirk on her face.

  “Next time, I can tell you how much I love when I get you to take your shirt off instead… if that works better?” She grins at me, and I hear Tarak stifling a laugh from the corner.

  “Naw, I’d rather you talk about them,” I finally say before putting my head back down on the table I’m fuckin’ sprawled out on. I focus on my family’s faces as she continues to stitch me up. It takes some of the pain away, but not all of it. I swear she’s trying to get me to react with each poke of the needle.

  The door opens a few minutes later, and I see long fuckable legs walking towards the table. As my eyes roam up her body, I see the tattoo on her thigh, the same one that is tattooed on my arm. When my eyes hit her face, I can see the tears in her eyes and the wet streaks that trail down her cheeks. “Elec,” she whimpers. The doc pats my leg, telling me she’s done. I try to slide off the table, but I grunt out in pain. Before I can move another inch, Tarak is helping me stand. She tentatively walks closer to me, but doesn’t reach out to touch me like she normally does. Her eyes scan over every inch of my naked upper body, and then down to my jeans that are covered in blood still.

  Tarak lets me go when I get my footing back, and I take a few small steps that tug at the new stitches. Using my good arm, I reach out and wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me. Her small hands land on my chest and I pull her even closer. Her eyes widen and she pushes me away from her, but a growl rumbles from deep down in my chest and she relents.

  Her face buries in my chest, and I can feel her body rack with sobs. Doc gives me a small wave of her hand before her and Tarak leave the room. I stand there holding Trix until she can’t cry anymore. I have no idea what is running through her head right now. When the pain in my back becomes too much, I lead her towards the small couch that takes up part of the small room. I slowly lower my body to the couch and her eyes never leave my body.

  When I lean back against the couch, it pulls a little at my stitches, but I grit my teeth through the pain. “Elec, are you okay?” Her voice is low and concerned. I hate when she worries about me but, at the same time, it makes me hard. She’s the only woman in my life to ever be concerned with me getting hurt or not making it back alive.

  “I’ll be fine. The doc stitched me up. How’s our girl?” She takes a seat next to me and curls her feet under her body. She’s facing me so I can see all the emotions as they cross over her beautiful face. She’s still upset and scared, but I don’t think those will ever change for as long as she’s with me. This life isn’t hearts and rainbows. It is death and violence. She’s the angel to my bastard self, and I hate for her to be messed up in my shit life, but I can’t let her go either. I’ve already tried and that blew the fuck up in my face.

  I pull her towards me and her face rests on my chest. “She’s okay,” she whispers against my bare skin. My hands go to her hair, and I tangle them into the soft red strands. Her breath is warm as it floats over
my skin, and the only thing I can think of is her and the kids.

  When her tears finally dry, I pull her over me to straddle my lap. She tries to keep most of her weight off of me, but I pull her down on top of me. “I’m going to be fine, babe. I need your mouth, though.” She watches me hesitantly for a second before she brings her mouth down on mine. Closing my eyes, I drown myself in her: her taste, her smell, and just the fact that I know she’s mine.

  “I was so scared I’d lost you,” she finally says when she pulls away from me. Her bottom lip trembles.

  “You won’t lose me, angel,” I whisper. My hand cups the back of her neck and I pull her forehead down to mine. “I won’t lie and say that you almost didn’t, but I would have given my life for hers.” She sucks in a deep breath, and more tears fall from her eyes. It tears me up inside to see the heartbreak and uncertainty in her eyes. She’s scared she almost lost us both. Fuck if I wasn’t scared as all hell at the thought of dying. I haven’t had enough time with any of them. I haven’t had a chance to be a better father to them, and I sure as hell haven’t had enough time to prove to her that I’m worthy of her love.

  “I love you so much,” she chokes out. Her fingers grab the top of my hair and she pulls my head back. Looking into her eyes, I see the love she has for me as well as the fear of not getting to have me longer than she already has.

  “I love you too, babe.” I put pressure on her neck until her lips come down onto mine. My hands slide down her back and to her ass. Just as I squeeze her ass cheeks, the door opens and in come two of the lights of my life. Bex is crawling towards us, and Blade is walking slowly behind her. He’s encouraging her to come towards us and, when she gets to the couch, she pulls herself up and grabs onto my leg. Trix turns in my lap and shifts most of her weight off of me, making room for both of the kids to take a seat on me.

  She pulls Bexley up and into my lap, and Blade gingerly makes his way to me. He slowly climbs on the couch and sits next to me, almost like he’s going to hurt me. Grabbing his small body, I haul him into my lap next to Bex and his eyes shoot over to his momma.

  “I no want hurt uoh daddy,” he says quietly.

  “I’m tough, kid. I’ll be fine,” I say, smiling down at him. He looks over at Stavros standing in the doorway, and I watch as Stavros nods to him. Even as a kid, he respects Stavros. When his eyes meet me, I give him a smile and he slowly comes closer.

  “Daddy.” His voice is soft and quiet.

  “Yeah, buddy?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.

  “You safed sissy.” The door to the room closes, and I can feel my resolve start to disappear. I was going to stay strong for them even with the pain and fear I felt, but watching the trembling bottom lip of my son brings me to my knees.

  “I did, but I would have done it for you, your sissy, and your momma if I had to.” He nods his head up and down before pressing his face into my neck. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes my neck tightly.

  “Luv you daddy.” I wrap my arm around him tightly and hold him close to me.

  “Love you more, buddy,” I whisper. Bex climbs on me and puts her head against my chest, too, mimicking her brother. I hold them both close to me and, when I look up at my Trixibella, I can see the tears in her eyes. She leans closer and wraps her arms around all of us.

  Walking out of my room, where I left the three of them sleeping, I make my way towards the bar. After the fuckin’ night I had, I think I deserve a drink. When I reach the bar, the prospect eyes me before he puts a glass down and pours some bourbon into it. “Glad to see you alive.” He tips his head in respect, and I shoot back the bourbon before I say anything.

  “Yeah. We deal with her yet?” I ask to my left. When his eyes turn to me, I watch him.

  “No, waiting on you,” Stavros says in a deadly tone. “Didn’t think you’d appreciate the party starting without you.” I nod my head and motion to the kid to pour me another glass. This time, when he pours the amber liquid into the glass, he leaves the bottle behind and goes to the back to give Prez and me some privacy.

  “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to trust her.” I shake my head and take a swallow of the bourbon, letting the burn make its way through my chest.

  “Do you think that it’s over once we deal with her? Or are there more people involved?” I ask. When I look over at him, I can’t make out his expression. Boots come up behind us and, when I turn around, I see Romeo come walking up. He takes the stool next to Stavros, and leans over the bar to grab a glass. He reaches across Stavros to grab the bottle in front of me, and pours a healthy amount into the glass. He passes the bottle back, and I pour more into my glass.

  Before I can take another gulp, hands run down my sides and then come to rest on my abs. I see the look on Ro’s face from the corner of my eye, and I know that it’s Trix. Her tits press against my back and I can feel her breath on my neck. “Is this nightmare over with yet?” Her voice is stronger than earlier and part of me is glad. My girl has always been strong, and she was starting to worry me with all the crying she was doing when I first saw her after the stitches.

  “No. I still need to deal with Mica,” I grunt out. It makes me sick to think that I have to kill my best friend’s little sister. It’s not something that I want to do, but she endangered my family so I have no choice now.

  “Are you going…?” She trails off and looks over at the two sitting beside me. She doesn’t need me to answer her because she already knows what the outcome is going to be. She reaches around me, grabs my glass off the bar, and downs it all in a few gulps. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I watch her close her eyes as the liquid burns going down. She makes a cute face that tells me she doesn’t like the taste of what I’m drinking and shakes her head a little.

  Grabbing the back of her head, I pull her mouth down on mine and claim it. Part of it is to make sure that Ro knows that he isn’t getting what’s mine again, but the other part is to show her that she’s mine. When I finally release her, she is out of breath and the look on Ro’s face is murderous.

  I shove my hand in the back of her pajama shorts, my hand grips her ass and I feel her tense as she remembers who we are in front of. My fingers gently move along her ass crack and the tension starts to fade little by little. She’s not big on letting me stick my dick in her ass, but the way her body is responding, I just might have a chance to get inside of her tight little hole.

  I can feel her wetness and she moves a little as my finger starts to slowly move closer to her sweet cunt. My finger dips into her wetness, and her breathy sigh tells me all I need to know. She’s horny and wants my dick. It might even be the original reason she got out of bed to find me. Sliding my fingers through her wetness, I work her up a little before I remove my fingers from her and pull them out of her shorts. She huffs out, and I can hear the laughter that Stavros is trying to muffle.

  Turning my chair towards her, I put my fingers in my mouth and suck her juices off of them. Her eyes darken with lust as she watches me. My dick is pressing hard against my zipper, but I have shit to do, so fuckin’ her right now isn’t going to happen, as much as I want it too. It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside of her.

  Pulling her head down to mine, I whisper against her lips. “Once I deal with her, I’ll come back to the room to fuck you.” She nods her head in agreement, and a glass slams against the bar. Her eyes meet his over my shoulder, and I can see the pain in hers as she watches him. She’s hurting because he’s affected by seeing us together.

  My arm around her back tightens and her hands rest on my waist. “He’ll be fine. He’ll get over it after some time.” She’s the only one who can hear my words. Her grip on me tightens with my words and, when they finally break their staring contest, she turns her attention back to me.

  “I love you,” I say, loud enough for him to hear. Her eyes soften, and a smile forms on her lips.

  “I love you, too. Come back to bed soon.” I lean into her and kiss her. The sound of
glass breaking pulls her away from me. Good, I’m fuckin’ glad that prick is jealous. I fuckin’ hope this shit eats away at him. He fuckin’ deserves it after trying to steal my girl from me.

  The sound of our boots walking towards the door is the only thing that I can focus on right now. All thoughts of my Trixibella, Blade, and Bexley are pushed into the back of my mind. I won’t ever taint them with this. The blood on my hands is my own, and it will never touch any of them. The moment Romeo opens the door to the room, I see Mica’s head pop up. Her eyes scan over both Stavros and Romeo before they land on me.

  “What more are you going to do to me? You think I’m scared of your stupid asses?” A grin appears on my face as I stalk towards her. The door shuts behind me, and the loud bang it makes causes her to jump. She is fuckin’ scared of us. She knows more about this club than most outsiders, and that’s only because she’s our lawyer.

  She’s gotten a few of us off with just slaps on the wrists before even though we were guiltier than the next man. Spilling her blood won’t make shit better, but it will ensure that she never has the chance to go after my family again. She’s delusional if she thinks that I’d ever let the mother of my children go to prison for a crime she didn't commit.

  I walk around her, and she tries to fight against the ropes that bind her in place. Pulling my knife out of my holder, I run it along her skin. Her eyes widen a fraction and before most could tell she was frightened, they return to the darkness I’ve seen over the last two days. She isn’t the girl I grew up with, and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve to live after today.

  “Just kill me already,” she demands. She doesn’t understand that we don’t take orders; we give them. No woman is going to tell us what to do and when to fuckin’ do it.

  “Naw, I’d rather take my time with you. After all, you did let some fuckin’ psychopath kidnap my daughter.” I put the knife to her throat, and a whimper falls from her lips. The grin spreads across my lips, and I can feel my hate and anger towards her take over my senses.