Bastards and Angels (Sinners Book 2)

by K. Renee

  “E.” Her breathing is ragged and her eyes are wide.

  “Don’t ‘E’ me. My daughter could have been sold. That shit isn’t ever going to be okay with me. You fucked with the wrong man.” She struggles to pull her head away from where I have the knife against her throat. Little red rivers run down her skin as she fights me. Each nick in her skin brings a whimper from her mouth.

  “You apparently don’t understand not to fuck with the Draconic Crimson,” Stavros says from behind me. “I thought that, after being our lawyer and knowing what you know about us, you would keep your fuckin’ ass from making the stupidest mother fuckin’ decision of your life.” Her eyes cut to Romeo, and I can see her trying to get him to help her. Although I wouldn’t put it past the fucker, I watch their exchange. They watch each other almost like they are communicating without the words.

  Stavros notices it, too, and walks over to Romeo. I watch him whisper something in his ear before his eyes flash to mine. I don’t give a fuck what Ro and Mica had going with each other, but it ends now. If I find out he had anything to do with the kidnapping of my daughter, I’ll fuckin’ kill the bastard.

  Stavros grabs the knife from my hand and hands it over to Ro. Ro’s eyes harden, and he looks over at Mica and then at me before he takes a step closer to her. He puts the knife to her neck, and I watch her eyes widen in surprise. There is something fuckin’ going on between the two of them, I just need to figure out what the fuck it was.

  “Please don’t,” she whimpers when he pushes the blade into her skin. I can see the indent its leaving before it actually slices through her skin. “I promise I won’t do anything against the club again.” Her voice is turning hoarse as she begs for her life.

  “You really think that the shit you caused is gonna be forgiven just because you’re begging for your life?” I bark out in laughter. Her attention turns to me, and she gives me a dirty look, before looking back to Romeo.

  “Please,” she whispers to him.

  Stavros nods his head to Romeo and I watch as he presses the knife deeper into her skin causing her to cry out in pain. As much as I want to be the one to kill the fuckin’ bitch, I know what Stavros is doing. He’s testing Ro’s loyalty to us. He must suspect the same thing I do, or he would’ve let me do the fuckin’ honors.

  “Anyone else involved in this shit with you?” I demand before he kills her.

  “Fuck you,” she spits at me, struggling against the grip Romeo has on her. She only causes the knife to dig deeper into her skin. She screams out bloody murder, but it doesn’t get Ro to remove the knife from her throat.

  “Give him the answer he wants,” Ro growls. Her eyes widen at his tone before she looks back at him.

  “No.” She refuses to look at me again and, instead of waiting for her to answer me, I walk over to her and grab the phone out of her bag that is sitting on the floor from when we brought her ass in here. I should have looked at it sooner, but I had other fuckin’ things on my mind.

  When I turn the screen on, I go to her call log and scan through the numbers. A couple I recognize as my own and Tarak’s. I come across another one that she’s called a few times over the last few days. Hitting the call button, I put the phone to my ear and wait for someone to pick it up.

  Before the call goes to the voicemail, a gravelly voice answers. “I told you not to call me again, you stupid bitch,” the voice barks out.

  I put the phone on speaker for her and Ro forces her to say something. “They know it all,” she chokes out.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I can hear the deep breath that the voice takes before he continues. “I told you to stay away from the kid, and you just couldn’t help yourself. You wouldn’t leave the bitch alone. I hope they fucking kill you. It keeps my hands clean of your bullshit. Good luck.” The line goes dead, and she looks up at me.

  “Who was that?” I demand. She rolls her eyes at me, and I take the knife that Stavros has in his hand and walk closer to her. I run the blade down her chest and stop at her abdomen. I start to press the blade into her skin and watch her face. As the knife slowly starts to separate her skin, she screams out. When I get the blade half way into her, she begs me to stop.

  “I’ll tell you everything,” she whimpers. I leave the knife right where it is because I know her better than that. She will say anything to get what she wants.

  “Start fuckin’ talking,” I bite out.

  “He’s a guy from our past. He wants to ruin you,” she rushes out. I put a little more pressure on the knife and she starts to talk again. “You remember the guys that Tarak got involved with?” I frown and look back at Stavros. He shrugs and starts to make his way towards the door. “He knows that you are the one who got Tar out of the mess he found himself in when we were younger. You killed his brother, and he wants to make you pay.” She sucks in a harsh breath and her breathing starts to get shallow.

  I pull the blade out of her stomach and tears start to fall down her face. “He found me, and threatened to kill me, if I didn’t help him.”

  “You didn’t have to help him,” I growl. “You could have fuckin’ came to me and I would have fuckin’ protected you.”

  A bitter laugh escapes from her lips and she shakes her head. “No, I couldn’t. You were too consumed by that bitch and your son,” she sneers. “You couldn’t see what was right in front of you. She messes up your head and you let her. I hope he kills her like he has planned.” I look at Romeo and the murderous look on his face is probably the same one on mine.

  Having him still care about her works to my benefit. He won’t let anything happen to her and he’ll protect my kids because of how he feels for her.

  “She never deserved you. She’s a whore who’s fucked all your brothers. How can you trust a bitch who didn’t mind sleeping with them?”

  “When we got serious, she stopped. I knew what she was before I got involved with her, and it doesn’t change how I feel about her. She saved me; something you could never compete with.” She frowns, and I nod to Romeo to finish the job. We now have the rest of the info we need to find the last piece of this fuckin’ puzzle. Now, I need to talk to Tarak.

  I watch as Ro slits her throat, and the blood sprays on my shirt and jeans. Blood covers his hands and I can see a cloud of sadness written all over her face. She gurgles up blood and, in minutes, her head lolls to the side, her eyes still widen open.

  “Were you fuckin’ her?” I ask. I don’t get what their relationship consists of, but I want to know.

  “I made a few mistakes. When Trix and I fought and I left after I found out about not being Bex’s father, I ran into Mica at the bar. One thing led to another, and I went home with her.” He shakes his head and huffs out. “It was fuckin’ stupid and it only made shit worse. I never told her what happened, and I’m sure you are going to tell her just to spite me.” He wipes his bloody hand on his jeans before he runs it through his hair. He pulls out the bun thing in his hair, and runs his finger through it.

  “I won’t tell her, but, in exchange, I want you to stay away. I don’t mind you two being friends, but I’m done letting you pine over my woman.” He doesn’t say anything as he watches me. “I need help keeping her safe until we find that fucker that is involved. Her life is on the line, and I’ll do anything to make sure nothing happens to her.”

  “You have my word,” he states finally. “I’ve got your back.” I reach a hand out, he takes it in his, and we shake on it. One thing about brotherhood is that we always have each other’s backs even if there is shit between us. I don’t mind keeping his secret, but if he continues to pursue her, I won’t hesitate to tell her the truth.

  The door opens behind us, and Stavros comes in, Tarak a few steps behind him. Tarak’s eyes scan over the scene in front of him, and I watch as he tries to get a hold of his emotions. When he looks at Romeo, his eyes scan over the blood that still covers his hands. His eyes scan over me next, and he sees her blood spilled on me as well.

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sp; “What do you remember about the time I helped you out of trouble?” He doesn’t say anything at first, but I can tell when the memories hit him.

  “The first time you got blood on your hands.” I nod in agreement because it’s true. Before that, I was a semi good kid. Yeah, we fucked around and got into trouble more times than not, but it was the first time I killed someone. I did it to protect Tarak, and I ended up getting off with self-defense. He started running with the wrong crowd, and I tried like hell to bring him back, but it was no use until that happened.

  “His brother is the one behind this shit.” Tarak’s eyes widen, and I watch his face pale.

  “She got involved with him? No fucking way. You and I both know she wouldn’t turn her back on us,” he states with authority.

  “She admitted to it,” Romeo says. Tarak’s eyes shoot over to him and he shakes his head. “We heard the phone call she made to him, and he told her that he hoped we would take care of her so he wouldn’t get his hands dirty.”

  He continues to shake his head at the information. “No. She wouldn’t turn on us… Would she?”

  “She wanted Trix out of the picture. She wanted to take her place in my life, and it made her do stupid shit. That fucker has plans for my girl, and there is no fuckin’ way that I’ll let him touch her. He wants to take her, so I know what it feels like. I am the one who took his brother away from him, and now he’s coming to take her. That shit isn’t happening.”

  I will go to fuckin’ war alone if I have to. I won’t let my past touch her again. She doesn’t deserve that shit. My hell and demons won’t come near her. I may be a bastard, but I protect what’s mine no matter the cost.

  “Ro, get the prospects to clean this shit up. You and E need to get cleaned up. Church is in an hour. Tarak, we are going to need some info from you, so I’d like for you to sit in.” Tarak doesn’t say no to him, and I know it’s more of a respect thing than anything else. He’s probably just as pissed at Stavros as he is at Ro and I.

  We all walk our separate ways when Stavros dismisses us. When I get into my room, the room is silent. Looking over at the crib, I see Bexley sleeping with her thumb in her mouth. Walking over to her, I run a clean part of my finger gently over her cheek. Walking over to Blade next, I pull his blankets up to his neck and tuck him in the best I can without getting blood on him. Looking over at the bed, I see the outline of Trix’s body. The blankets are barely covering her hips.

  As much as I want to go over to her and feel her body against mine, I don’t. Sometimes, I don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky. Starting the shower in my bathroom, I let the water heat up to as hot as I can stand. Stripping down, I toss my bloody clothes into a pile and pull the shower curtain back. Stepping into the water, I watch as the red that seeped through my clothes runs down my body and towards the drain.

  I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here when the curtain is pulled back and my beautiful redhead steps under the spray with me. The water is nowhere near as hot as it was when I first got in. I fully expect her to say something, but she doesn’t. Instead, she grabs the soap and squeezes some into her hands. Working the lather into her hands, she starts to rub it over my skin.

  I watch her with heavy eyes as I think about all the shit that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours. She doesn’t care that I have blood on my hands. She still loves me regardless.

  She continues to scrub my body with a soapy washcloth until she’s covered every inch of me. Once she’s done with that, she grabs the shampoo and starts to lather it up in her hand. Standing on her tiptoes, she runs her fingers through my hair. I lower my body down far enough so that she can reach me without struggling. Her hands run through my hair, and scratch at my scalp, before she runs her fingers along the sides of my shaved head.

  I can’t help the groan that slips from my lips as her fingernails scrape against my scalp. If anything, it’s one of my favorite things. She typically does it after sex and fuck it gets me hard and ready to go again. When she’s done, I rinse my hair and continue to watch her. Her eyes take in my body and the new wounds that I got from being shot. Turning around to rinse my face that I’m sure has blood still on it, I hear her gasp.

  Small hands stroke over my shoulder and lower back, careful not to actually touch the stitches. “Elec,” she whispers. I turn to face her, and she looks like she’s going to cry.

  “Don’t,” I say, pressing my finger against her lips. She looks up at me, hair soaked through. She’s a fuckin’ sight. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her body into mine. “I would do it again and again.” She nods her head and presses her face into my chest. Water cascades over us as we stand just like this until the water finally goes cold.

  Shutting the water off, I open the curtain and grab the towel off the hook. I dry her off slowly, taking my time and memorizing every inch of her skin. Losing her to that fucker isn’t an option, and I’ll be damned if I let her out of my sight now that I know there is still a threat after her.

  Once she’s dried off, I quickly dry myself off. Once I toss the towel on the small counter, she grabs my hand and leads me to the bed. I pull the blanket up and she scoots under the covers. Sliding in behind her, I wrap my arm around her and pull her body into mine, holding her tightly against me. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I wonder if she can feel it, too.

  After a few minutes of silence, she turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face into the crook of my neck and the pillow. Her breath fans over my skin as I run my hand gently up and down her back.

  “I was so scared that I was going to lose you both,” she whispers. Her heart starts to pound, and I can feel every breath she takes. “I can’t do this without you, Elec. You might be a bastard ninety-nine percent of the time, but you’re mine. You belong to me and the kids.” I close my eyes as I listen to her words. “Without you, I don’t know what I would do. I tried to live without you and all that led to was a broken heart and more drama than I ever intended. He’s a great man, but he’s not you. No one is.” Her voice breaks, and I feel her tears fall onto my skin.

  Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pull her head back so she looks at me. “I know I haven’t done a lot to make you trust me, but I will give my life for you and our kids. No question about it.” I lower my mouth to hers and take it in a deep kiss. Her fingers grip the back of my neck, and she tries to pull me closer to her. Skin on skin, nothing between us.

  She breaks our kiss and my hands travel down her back, gripping her ass cheeks. “You had her blood on you.” It’s not a question, so I don’t give her an answer. She already knows whose blood it was. “I know you did it because of what happened.” Her lip trembles and she closes her eyes. “We won’t end up like Harlyn and Stavros, right?” Her leg wraps around my hip and her warm, wet cunt is pressed against my dick.

  Do I think that we will end up like Stavros and Harlyn? Fuck, I don’t know. Part of me thinks we will, but I don’t want to say those words to her. They will feed into her fear of us and I don’t want that to fuckin’ happen. I want us to be a family.

  “I won’t let us end up like them. I ain’t letting you go. You’re mine, baby girl, and there is nothing that will change that.” A small smile forms across her lips and I press my mouth to hers. “Never losing you again,” I murmur before I slip my tongue into her mouth and kiss her like I’m a starved man. Fuck, if I’m being honest, I am. She pushes me, so I have to roll over onto my back.

  She straddles my waist, leaning to kiss her way down my neck. She sucks on one of my nipples and rubs her sweet cunt against my length. I harden even more with her slow strokes. When I can’t take the teasing anymore, I grab her hip and stop her. Holding her in place, I reach down and grab my dick, stroking it a few times before I rub it along her slit. Her tits bounce as I move her up and down.

  When I slowly slide her down on my dick, her eyes widen and her fingers dig into my chest, no doubt leaving marks on my skin. She grind
s down on me and starts to rock her hips. Every move of her hips brings me closer to the edge, and I know it’s not going to take me long to come. It’s been a shitty day, and my body is fuckin’ amped up already. My hands roam her skin, caressing and squeezing as I go.

  She starts to ride me faster, chasing her own orgasm. I can feel her cunt tighten around me, and I reach up to grab her hair. One thing that gets her even hotter is when I pull her hair as I fuck her. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her head back. I can feel her pussy pulse on me as she slows her movement. Her back is bowed and her eyes are closed. Her mouth parts, and I can see the quiet whimpers of pleasure written all over her face.

  I thrust my hips up and into her hard. Every thrust is deliberate and I’m chasing both of our orgasms. “I’m going to come,” she breathes. I sit up enough to bring my mouth to her nipple and continue to fuck her hard. The bed hits the wall, and I can’t even focus on keeping quiet anymore. The only thing I can think of is coming and falling over the edge with my girl right there with me. Her hands go to my head and she scratches my scalp with her nails, triggering me to come instantly. I watch her as she bites her lip, trying to muffle the sound of her crying out my name in ecstasy. “Elec,” she whimpers.

  I release her hair and she sits up on me, slowly sliding up and down me. I claim her mouth roughly, and swallow the sound of her whimpers and ragged breathing. “I love you, E.”

  Kissing my way down the side of her neck, I murmur against her heated skin. “I love you, too, babe.” She sighs in contentment and lowers her upper body onto mine, burying her face into my neck.

  We lay like this for a while before my phone starts vibrating. She groans when she moves off of me and grabs it off the side table. When she hands it to me, I see Ro’s name on the screen. “Yeah?” I answer softly.