BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE)

by Palomino, Honey

  I shook my head, and smiled. If I wasn’t careful, this little filly could get under my skin.

  Shit, who was I kidding? I had to keep myself in check. Women like Diana didn’t end up with men like me. Sure, maybe a quick fuck here and there, a little walk on the wild side, but never more than that.

  Her ass wiggled out of sight and I spread out on her white cotton sheets. The sun was just starting to shine through the curtains, and I grinned when I realized how long we had been fucking.

  When it’s that good, I tend to draw it out as much as possible. And it hadn’t been that good in quite a long time.

  Her high pitched shriek pulled me right out of my relaxed state.

  I went barreling out of her bedroom door like a bullet out of a gun.

  She stood naked by the front door, one hand over her mouth, and the other pointing at the floor.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, as I saw what she was pointing at.

  A coiled rattlesnake slithered on the white marbled floor, its forked black tongue shooting out at us, the loud rattle of its tail echoing through the hall behind us.

  “Get back!” I said, standing in front of Diana, and pushing her behind me. The snake stayed in one spot, its head reared up, its eyes on us, but it wasn’t charging.

  Diana was whimpering and crying behind me.

  “Get me a pillow case and a clothes hanger!” I yelled. She stayed put, her fear-filled eyes locked on the snake.

  “Diana!” I yelled. “Go!”

  She yelped a little, and ran towards her bedroom.

  I switched on a light switch, thankful when the light poured into the hallway and I could get a better look at the snake. It was a Western Diamondback rattlesnake. I knew this because Riot and I had played with them all the time growing up, along with a whole bunch of other snakes, anything we could catch really. And just like most snakes, they weren’t going to be aggressive towards you unless you provoked them.

  I had no intention of provoking this one. Diana returned with the pillow case and plastic coat hanger.

  “You don’t have a wire one?”

  She looked at me like I was crazy.

  “Okay, I guess I’ll get a little closer than I wanted. Stay back, okay?”

  She nodded, and then ran all the way to the other side of the room and jumped up on top of her couch.

  I shook my head as I turned back to the snake. Fucking women.

  The snake made it all easy. He climbed right on the hanger, and I placed him in the pillow case and tied it off.

  And then the thoughts began racing through my head.

  “How did it get here?” I asked, turning to Diana.

  Her face was drained of all color, and besides the fear in her eyes, she looked fucking adorable standing naked on her couch.

  “I don’t know. I was walking to the kitchen, then I saw the front door was open. When I went to close it, I saw the snake.”

  “The door was already open?” I asked, my heart beating faster.

  “Yes, I thought, you know…since we came in so fast, we forgot to close it…” “I closed it. I’m sure of it.” I walked out into the empty hallway, and then came back in. I shut the door, and began racing around the apartment to make sure we were alone. When I came back out of her bedroom, she looked terrified.

  “You did close the door. I remember now.”

  “I know. So someone was in here.” Her eyes widened and her hands began shaking.

  “Stay here,” I said, pulling on my clothes I had brought in from the bedroom. “Lock the door, and don’t open it for anyone but me.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “To talk to the nutcracker.”

  ***

  I dropped the pillow case at the feet of the nutcracker as he stood stoically guarding the front door.

  “What’s this?” he asked, looking down.

  “Open it,” I said. He looked at me suspiciously, but kneeled down anyway, untying the loose knot I had made. When the snake hissed at him, he jumped back and turned to me in anger.

  “What the hell?” he asked, his face turning red with rage.

  “Yeah, I came to ask you the same thing.”

  “I don’t understand…sir,” he said, as if the ‘sir’ part pained him to say. I knew it did. I liked it.

  “Who did you let up? Someone was in Diana’s apartment, and they left this little rattling calling card.”

  “Sir, I assure you, I didn’t let anybody in.”

  “I don’t believe you,” I said. I wanted to punch the smug look off his stupid face.

  “I assure you, I would never let anyone in, didn’t I prove that to you the other day?” he asked, his ugly arrogant face only serving to piss me off more.

  “No, as a matter of fact, you didn’t,” I said, my voice seething with anger. “I wouldn’t have gotten past you into the revolving doors if you hadn’t turned your back, so you didn’t prove shit, other than the fact that you’re an incompetent, arrogant fucktard.”

  “I can assure you, sir…”

  “I can assure you, nutcracker,” I interrupted, pointing my finger in his face. “If anything happens to Diana on your watch, you’ll fucking pay for it. You understand?”

  “I’ll call the police, sir. I’ll send them up to Ms. Trudeau’s residence.”

  “Yeah, you fucking do that.”

  If Diana hadn’t been up in her apartment alone and unprotected, I would have violently flattened his ego before I left. Instead, I turned on my heel and raced back to my girl.

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  The cops were convinced it was all a stunt. By some copycat asshole who saw me reporting the story on the news. Someone who wanted attention.

  Me? I wasn’t so sure. In fact, I was terrified that the kidnapper was coming for me now. Was I next?

  If Slade hadn’t been there, I would have been packing my things and renting a hotel room somewhere. Instead, his calmness overrode all my anxiety, well at least most of it.

  It was odd that he wasn’t angry. He seemed to have hit some sort of reset button, and he completely took charge. Before the cops arrived, he had me sit on the couch, made me a cup of tea, and then paced like a caged lion, muttering to himself, until they arrived. He told them everything that happened.

  And then they asked him to leave the room so they could talk to me alone. Begrudgingly, he went into my bedroom and closed the door.

  “Ms. Trudeau, do you know of anyone that would want to cause you harm?”

  “No.” I couldn’t think of anyone. “But the snake…”

  “Yes?” the tall, stick-thin, bird-looking detective asked.

  Shit. I wasn’t supposed to know about the snakes that had been left at the scenes. The cops had kept it out of the media on purpose, and I knew if I said anything I would lose my source completely, who was actually a forensic scientist for the county that I had gone to college with.

  “It’s disturbing,” I replied, being mindful of not revealing anything I wasn’t supposed to know. “Have you had any other reports of snakes?” I asked.

  The bird squinted his eyes, making his nose point outward, looking even more like a beak. His slicked-back, greasy black hair was so shiny I could see my reflection in it. I almost expected him to caw.

  “None that I’ve heard of,” he said slowly, too slowly.

  “Any chance your friend had something to do with it?” he asked.

  My friend? Who was he talking about? I didn’t have any friends, unless you counted my mother.

  “Who do you mean?” I asked.

  He jutted his pencil towards my bedroom door.

  Slade. Oh. Was Slade my friend? He was certainly acting like one right now. I imagined him behind the door, surrounded by the femininity of all my things, my white antique lace coverlet that was slung over his naked ass earlier, pacing like a madman and plotting revenge on some faceless perpetrator.

  I smiled to myself, a tiny sliver of pleasure slicing right through my gut.
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br />   I had a friend.

  “Slade didn’t do it,” I declared. “He was with me every minute we were in the apartment.”

  Birdman raised an eyebrow, and I jutted my chin out proudly. I wasn’t embarrassed or shy about having Slade as a friend…or as a lover.

  My lover. I let the word play over and over in my mind, trying it out, tasting it on my imaginary tongue.

  “I see,” he replied, scribbling furiously in a tiny notebook.

  I knew I should be more upset. And I was freaked out, for sure. But for some reason, the severity of the situation wasn’t sinking in. I was sure if someone had come into my apartment to harm me, Slade would have protected me, completely and easily, with his eyes closed and one hand tied behind his back.

  What I wasn’t sure of was what I would have done if he had not been there. But I couldn’t think about that. I couldn’t think about what might have happened, I couldn’t think about how close I had come to danger. And I certainly didn’t want to think about Slade leaving.

  So, I didn’t think about any of it. It was all wrapped up together, the what-ifs, the what-nexts, all of it. So, I boxed them all up, put a bow on them, and shoved them to the back of my head.

  It worked.

  Thankfully, bird man didn’t question me any further. He picked up the pillowcase that now housed a slithering, rattling, no-doubt angry, rattlesnake and tipped his head at me as he handed me his card.

  “We’ll be in touch. If you think of anything you’d like to add to my report, please call. My men will be finished fingerprinting and out of here in just a few minutes.”

  “Thank you,” I replied, standing up and anxiously glancing at the bedroom door.

  Without a word, the detective turned and walked away.

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  “I have to go to work,” Diana said, standing in front of me, looking absolutely inviting and completely stubborn all at the same time. I willed my cock to behave, and shifted my stance.

  “That’s not a good idea, darlin’,” I said. As far as I was concerned, she didn’t need to be anywhere someone else might be able to get to her.

  “Slade,” she said, puffing her chest out determinedly, but only serving to give me a better view of the tips of her nipples poking through her shirt. “I appreciate you coming. You’ve done your job - I mean, not job, but you’ve helped me with what I’ve asked. But this is getting out of hand, and I know you have much more important things to do. You can go home now.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I asked. Go home? Home was the clubhouse, but who would really call that home, except a misfit freak like me?

  “Yeah,” she said, biting her lip as she stared up at me. She had thrown on a robe before the cops arrived, and the silky white material kept slipping off her shoulders. She pushed her hand up to pull it back up again and I caught her fingers in my mind. I pulled her hand to my mouth, opening her palm and kissing it. She moaned a little, and I smiled.

  “You don’t want me to go,” I said, looking up at her.

  “No, maybe not. But —,”

  “—but nothing. I know you don’t want me to leave. You know I’m not going to go. There’s only one way this plays out.”

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  “I’ll just hang out. Make sure nobody fucks with you.”

  “I have to do my job, Slade. I can’t just stay holed up in this condo with you,” she said. The thought of that sounded pretty fucking good to me, and my cock twitched at the thought of it, too. “I have a life, a job, and I still have to find Evie.”

  “Okay. I get it. You’ll just have to do all of those things with me watching out for you.”

  “Okay,” she agreed, with only a hint of hesitation in her voice. “But you’ll have to let me pay you.”

  “No, way. We’ll call it a trade,” I said, pressing my cock in to her, the silkiness of her robe tickling my flesh.

  “Deal?” I asked, as she leaned into me, moaning. The sight of her flushed cheeks made me smile, and I reached down and pulled her chin up, forcing those enchanting green eyes to look at me.

  “Deal,” she whispered.

  When our lips met, there was no turning back.

  It was several hours before we made it to the station.

  And when we did, it was bustling.

  “I thought it was Sunday,” I said, as the elevator door opened to a set of maze-like cubicles.

  “The news happens everyday,” she replied.

  “I guess it does,” I said. I had instructed her in the car to let me know right away if someone looked out of place. Her aloofness about the whole break-in bothered me a little, but only because I wanted her to be a little more aware of her surroundings, at least for a while, until we somehow knew she wasn’t in danger.

  But I knew that fucking snake was supposed to send that exact message. Danger.

  Instead, she was walking around her office like she owned the place and was completely invincible. I had to admit, her increased confidence turned me on. I liked it when a woman took charge every now and then.

  As long as it was at the right time. None of that BDSM bullshit, or whatever that shit was. I wasn’t into getting pegged from behind with a ball-gag in my mouth or anything, but a girl jumping on top and taking charge was okay. Or, a woman like Diana, standing in front of me, flipping through a stack of pink papers a hot blonde had handed her when she came in.

  “Nothing about Evie,” she said. “I was hoping the detective working on her case would have called today.”

  “Sorry, babe,” I said, taking a seat in a leather chair in front of her desk. I looked around as she checked her email, biting her lip in the glow of the computer screen. Her shelves had books on them, and that was it. No pictures of family, like all the other desks we had walked by to get to her office. No colorful swag from ‘team-events’ that I once heard about on The Office.

  Just Diana. And Diana’s hair, so long, so blonde, so wavy and soft. I remembered the feel of it sliding across my chest this morning as she had gotten up to get a glass of water.

  I felt like an ass. I should have been the one to get up. But, damn, if I wasn’t all lost and shit in the afterglow of finally coming, after hours and hours of consuming every inch of Diana’s delicious, peachy flesh, and I wasn’t thinking. I slipped up.

  But it sure as fuck wasn’t going to happen again.

  My cock throbbed as I watched her run a hand through her hair, somehow leaving it looking even better than it did before. Her eyes shot over to me, and a flash of desire passed between us.

  “You done checking your email?” I asked, my jeans getting tighter as I stood up and began closing the blinds of her windows, slowly, one by one, until I ended up at the wooden door.

  I looked over my shoulder at Diana, and she was standing at the side of the desk now, watching my every move, biting her lip. I reached down, turned the heavy lock on the door, and turned back to her.

  I closed the distance between us quickly, my mouth capturing hers, our lips meeting together in a shared yearning that the entire night of fucking and the quick session before we left still hadn’t been able to distinguish.

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  I lay splayed out on my desk like a proper harlot, with Slade’s tongue buried deep in my quivering sex.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening - at work! - and yet I didn’t care. Something had snapped in me, a quickly developed addiction to Slade’s hands, Slade’s mouth, Slade’s flesh, Slade’s cock, any tool to bring him closer to me I needed more of. I slipped my thighs around his shoulders, crossing my ankles behind him, my black stilettos resting comfortably on the broad back of this sex god that was pulling every ounce of energy out of me through my pussy.

  His mouth was hot and wet, and roughly he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it over and over with his tongue at the same time, and then I felt the smooth slide of his fingers as he pulsed into me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge with every second o
f suction from his mouth, and the smooth, rhythmic thrusting of his skillful fingers. My hips writhed around my desk, my silk skirt was shoved up against my hips, and my hair was tangled around my face, and sticking to the smeared, red lipstick I was wearing.

  There was no use in trying to be presentable, I should have known we would end up here. I didn’t care.

  Waves of spasming pleasure washed over me, drenching his still thrusting hand as I slammed my hips against him, his mouth taking everything my body gave him.