by Erin Trejo
Fuck. This woman. Even in the back of my mind I know I have to let her go one day but when she talks like this? I want her. I want to keep her and try to give her all the things she wants no matter what it would cost me.
“Turn around,” I tell her. Evie stands and as I pull my cock out of my boxers, she pulls her shorts down her legs. Stepping out of them, she smiles before straddling me. Sliding down my length, I groan as she moves. Everything about her has changed me.
“Drake,” she moans my name as I reach up and grab a handful of her hair, tugging her head back as I lean in and suck the flesh of her neck into my mouth. Her body responds to me. It always has. Each roll of her hips has me panting for more. She drives me crazy. She fucks up my head and I don’t like that feeling yet with her, it all seems right. If I was a better man I would change for her. I would be what she needs, but I’m not that man. I’m not good enough for her. She deserves more than someone like me.
My cell phone rings as Evie chases her orgasm. It doesn’t take her long. She explodes, pulling me along for the ride, and that is one hell of a ride. Reaching over the edge of the tub, I grab my jeans and pull out my phone.
“Yeah?”
“Drake?”
“Who the fuck is this?” I growl into the line.
“It’s Koyn.”
“Jesus Christ. Haven’t heard from you in a long time, brother. What’s goin’ on?” Evie shifts in my lap, and I groan, earning a chuckle from Koyn.
“I need to talk to you. Face to face. I’ll be in Atlanta on business in a few days. You have time?”
“Hell yeah. Meet you at Archie’s?”
“That shit shack still there?”
I chuckle this time. “Goddamn right it is.”
Chapter 19
Koyn’s brows are drawn as he looks at me. We discussed his situation and his needs. Now it’s my turn.
“Human trafficking?” he asks once more as if he can’t really believe it. I nod my head as I stalk around the man who’s tied to the chair in the middle of the room.
“This pretty little piece of shit is one of them,” I tell him, nodding toward the man. I picked this place, Archie’s bar, because I know the owner. I also knew that his basement was more of a fucking dungeon, and the thought of having this bastard down here made my cock hard. I knew meeting with Koyn would be fun seeing as how that fucker is as sick and twisted as I am, but what kind of host would I be if I didn’t bring him a little welcoming gift?
“What’s your plan for all this?” Koyn asks pulling his own knife free. I smirk when I see it. This is why I like this son of a bitch.
“Got a call from one of my boys in Vegas. I’m gonna head that way after this. I plan in cleanin’ up as many as these useless motherfuckers as I can.” He nods his head as he too stalks around the man tied to the chair.
“And her?” he asks nodding toward Evie.
“My prize,” I inform him casually. He shakes his head before twirling his knife in his hand. In one quick motion, I’m watching as the tip glides painfully into the asshole’s eye. Koyn doesn’t blink, he stands still as he watches the blood trickle down the man’s face.
“Vegas, huh?” he asks without looking away from his handy work.
“Yeah.”
“Talk to a girl named Monica. Works in adult porn down there. Shouldn’t be hard to find her.” Pulling the knife from his eye, Koyn turns and walks away like nothing ever happened.
“He’s charming,” Evie says as she walks over and pulls my knife from its sheath.
“He’s got a lot of shit he’s dealin’ with too. I like the bastard, though,” I chuckle as I watch Evie walk over and pull the gag from the asshole’s mouth. She leans down, looking at his good eye before she smiles.
“Did you use that tongue to talk to those women?”
What the hell is she doing? I want to step in but I don’t. I want to see what it is she’s going to do with him.
“Fuck you,” he snaps. His eye is bleeding more now. It won’t be long before he bleeds out. Evie laughs darkly before grabbing his tongue and pulling it out of his mouth. I watch in awe of her, of the way she’s moving and acting. It’s different. Intriguing even. With my knife in her hand, she slices straight through his tongue. Crimson sprays everywhere as she steps back and laughs. My cock can’t handle anymore. I move in, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her against me. Biting into her neck, she moans.
“What the fuck are you tryin’ to do to me, darlin’?” She giggles and grinds herself against me. As much as I want to fuck her right here and now I can’t. Archie wants his basement back and I need to talk to Demon. Pulling away from her is harder than anything I’ve ever done. Especially when I want her as close as I can get her.
“Hate to break it to you, but not every kill gets you on my cock, Evie.” She laughs, pushing me away from her. It’s nice to see her like this but she’s changing. I see it happening in front of my eyes, and I don’t know that I like it.
“You are obsessed with your cock, you know that?” she asks as she grabs the towel off the table in the back of the room and wipes her face.
“Me? You’re the one always tryin’ to ride it.” She throws the towel at me and I laugh with her before we head upstairs. Evie heads to the bathroom and I head for the bar. Archie nods at me and I give him a nod back letting him know we’re done.
“Thought you left?” I ask sitting next to Koyn. He lifts his glass and shows me the contents. I just nod and order one of my own. Taking it down quickly, I turn when I hear whistles. Evie walks toward me catching the attention of every man in the goddamn room with that little tank top she has on. Fuck, why does she want me to kill a bar full of men? I’ll do it without blinking a goddamn eye too.
“The fuck is this?” I ask nodding toward her shirt. Or lack thereof.
“My shirt had blood on it,” she shrugs. Shaking my head, I grab her and pull her between my legs, but when I look over my shoulder to say something else to Koyn, he’s gone. Sneaky bastard.
“Are you ready to go? I need to call Demon.” Evie nods, grabbing the second drink that was set in front of me and bringing it to her lips. I watch her as she swallows it and slams the glass on the counter.
“Let’s do this,” she says pulling away from me. I can’t help but watch her walk away toward the door. I can’t pull my eyes from her ass, but that’s not what draw me to her. It’s the power that she holds inside of her. The way she’s carrying herself right now that calls out to me. Something in my dark heart thumps a little harder. Beats a little faster. I can’t explain it but I sure as hell like it. Rising up off the stool, I follow her out the door. She’s already at my bike, helmet in hand.
“You really are ready to go,” I tease. She sticks her tongue out at me and laughs. Sliding my phone out, I dial Demon.
“You ain’t left yet?”
“In Atlanta. Met with Koyn,” I inform him.
“Koyn? Jesus Christ did you two go on a killin’ spree I need to know about?” I chuckle.
“Not really a spree. I was just lettin’ you know that we’re headin’ out. He gave me some intel that should help once I get over there. I just wanted you to know he’s around if you get a call from him.” I can hear him sigh. If Koyn’s around there is bound to be bloodshed. Hence the reason I like the motherfucker.
“You two are some sick fucks.”
“I already know that much. Just givin’ you the heads up. We’re headin’ out.”
“Meet up with the L.A. Chapter if you get a chance. Just to check in,” he says. I wouldn’t mind that at all.
“Will do.” I hang up and slide my phone back into my pocket before grabbing my helmet.
“Gonna be a long ride. You sure you’re up for it?” I ask Evie. She smiles and moves closer to me, her hands resting on my chest. Fire blooms inside of me from her touch.
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” she asks in a sultry tone that makes me want to bend her over and fuck her against my bike.
“Never, baby. Never.”
Chapter 20
The ride to L.A. was nice. It was even nicer feeling Evie’s arms wrapped around me the whole way. We stopped off and got some sleep when she became tired. Now I’m sitting in the L.A. Chapter of the Royal Bastards MC. Derek’s the prez out here and from what I know of him he’s damn good at what he does.
“How long you plan on stayin’ around?” Derek asks, bringing his beer to his lips.
“Not sure yet. Planned on talkin’ to your sister Monica about a few things that her name was brought up in,” I inform him. That catches his interest. He sits up a little straighter now.
“What kind of shit?”
“Human traffickin’.” I watch him for a reaction but the anger is visible in his eyes.
“Shit, Drake. That ain’t even her. That’s the fucker she works with on set. Piece of shit if you ask me.”
“Heard that.”
“This club business?” he asks leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table in front of him.
“Not at first. Demon is makin’ it club business. I don’t really mind considerin’ the kills are still mine,” I tell him with a smirk. I glance over to see the small smile on Evie’s face as I talk. If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d think this girl is just a little twisted in the head too.
“Well, you’re more than welcome to stick around here as long as you want. Anything you need you can run through here.”
Just as he says that my phone rings. I pull it out and answer it, not knowing the number.
“What?”
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”
“Well, if it isn’t the fuckin’ Mayor himself. How’s the wife, Chastain? Or did you sell her off with the rest of the women you took?”
“You have no proof of anything! If you think for one second you can come after me, you are mistaken.” I smirk at each word that leaves his mouth.
“Ya know, I already came after most of your guys. Missin’ anyone important to your little operation in Savannah?” I can hear him breathing. I can practically taste his anger through the phone.
“You listen to me-” He begins but I cut him off quickly. Anger surges in my chest as I shove out of my chair causing it to thud to the floor.
“No, you listen to me you piece of shit. I’m gonna get my hands on you. Doesn’t matter how long it takes me either. Once I have you, I will fuck you so hard you won’t know which way is up. I will make you feel every ounce of pain those women feel.” Each word is spoken as a threat. Each word is spoken in anger and rage. How someone could send those women to their deaths is beyond me. I may do fucked up things at times but sending innocent women to be raped, beaten, used by multiple men - that isn’t me. I hang the phone up before he has the chance to respond to me. I don’t care to hear what else he has to say. Instead, I grab the JD off the table and take a long pull from the bottle.
“Bad news?”
“Nope. Just some loose ends I need to tie up,” I tell Derek as he watches me. I don’t say anything more as I watch Evie dancing with another girl. Just when I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder from looking at her it does. She smiles my way and I leave my seat and head toward her.
“What are you doin’?” I groan when I pull her against me.
“Dancing.”
I shake my head because I see the look in her eyes.
“No, there’s somethin’ else. What the fuck is goin’ on?” My voice is low in my throat. Evie steps back a little and stares at me. The look in her eyes is unnerving. She has something else to say to me, I can see it in her eyes.
“I’m pregnant.”
“What the fuck?”
“It’s yours, Drake. I just found out. I didn’t want to tell you here,” she says looking down at her feet. I have her around the throat and pinned to the nearest wall in seconds as my vision blurs.
“What the fuck do you mean you’re pregnant?” I hiss in her face. I didn’t want this. I didn’t plan on this.
“Just what I said. Don’t act like you didn’t expect this. You were the one that didn’t wear a condom.” Her eyes are as dark as my heart right now. She’s staring me down like I’m the biggest piece of trash that every walked the earth and hell, I probably am.
“You bitch,” I hiss.
“Me? You’re the one who stole me!”
“I haven’t heard any complaints from you! Not when I sliced you up and fucked you raw. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” My mind isn’t right. I’m not thinking clearly and in my shock illogical shit spews from my mouth.
“Yeah, I planned it. Fuck you, Drake!”
“Get rid of it.”
“No.”
“Get rid of it, Evie,” I growl once more.
“I said no.”
I nod my head slowly pulling my hand away from her and letting them hang at my sides.
“We’re leavin’,” I tell her turning on my heel and heading back toward Derek. He watches me unsure of what’s happening but he can clearly see the look in my eyes.
“We’re outta here. I’ll have to hit your sister up another time.”
“Everything good?”
“No.” I don’t say anything further when I grab Evie’s arm and drag her out of the clubhouse. Shoving her roughly toward the bike, she stumbles before turning on me.
“You did this, you asshole! Don’t you dare take this shit out on me.” Her words only make me laugh. She doesn’t know what the hell she’s saying right now.
“I didn’t want this. We talked about this, Evie!”
“Could I have told you no when you wanted to fuck me raw?” She challenges me and I don’t fucking like it, not right now anyway.
“Shut the fuck up, Evie.” I don’t know what’s happening in my mind right now. I don’t know how to feel or react to this shit. I can’t be a dad. What kind of sick fuck up was this?
“No, you fucking did this and now you’re taking it out on me!”
“Shut up, Evie!” She doesn’t stop though, she keeps pushing.
“Deal with it, Drake. You are going to be a dad,” her voice a little softer this time. That’s it. I lose it. Grabbing her shoulders, I slam her against the brick clubhouse as I roar. Her eyes stay on mine even when I lower my jeans and rip hers off her. I lift her in my arms and fuck her as roughly as I can. Each thrust is one of hatred. Not for her though. No, for my dad. For what he did to me.
“I can’t do it.”
“You don’t have a choice,” she whispers as I fuck her harder.
“We do have a choice, get rid of it!” My cock swells inside of her but she doesn’t come. I do. Rough and hard, I fill her, but she doesn’t come and shits me even more. I pull out of her and fix my clothes as she does the same with hers. It’s not until we’re both dressed that I risk the chance of looking up at her.
“If I got rid of it, I’d be no better than they are, Drake. I’m keeping it.”
Anger vibrates through my body. I probably shouldn’t be riding like this but I don’t care. If we all die, we all die. I grab my helmet and thrust hers into her hands before climbing on the bike. Evie climbs on but she doesn’t wrap her arms around me like she always has. I take a few deep breathes trying to control my feelings right now. I don’t know what to do. I want to snap her goddamn neck but she was right. I did this. I didn’t use protection because frankly I was too lost in that girl to give a shit what happened to her. Now as I rev up the bike and pull out onto the road, I regret what I did. I should have been smarter. I should have fucking been smarter.
Chapter 21
The beer dangles between my fingers as I sit in the bathtub, my head lowered. This is a complete fucking mess. I never once thought I would be in this position. A dad? I can’t fucking do it. My hands are tarnished. They are black and ruined just like me. How can I bring a child into this world filled with hate and remorse? How can I live knowing that I brought a child into this mess of a world? I bring the beer to my lips and take another
long pull. My head’s been a mess the last few days that we’ve been back here. The bathroom door opens and Evie walks in naked. My eyes travel over her body taking her in. From the scars to the curve of her hips…fuck, she is ruining me.
“What do you want?”
“You,” she whispers. She climbs in the tub and sits at the opposite end staring at me.