DENY: A Dark Romance

by Sophia Gray

  Trey looked at me. “Angel, I want to believe you,” he said with a sigh. “But you know, my friend, Damien, says we’ll probably always be rejects. He has some plan to get us going in the world, you know, get us really started on living successfully.”

  I frowned. “There’s only one way to do that: going to college and getting a good job. That’s what I’m doing. That’s what you should do, too.”

  Trey looked at me with a glimmer of exasperation on his face. I frowned. This night wasn’t going the way I wanted it to go at all. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself; the chilly night air coming in through the T-bird’s windows was making me cold.

  “Angel, the world is a lot different than you are,” he said. “For the most part, at least. You and your family are used to a lot of status that we don’t necessarily get.”

  I pouted again. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” I said finally. “But I know Mom and Daddy will love you once they meet you.”

  Trey’s lips were in a thin line. “I gotta establish myself as a real man before I meet your parents,” he said, almost more to himself than to me. “You know that, Angel? There are some things I have to do.”

  I shrugged. “I think you should just work hard. My parents respect that.”

  “Bullshit,” Trey responded quickly. “I don’t think they give a fuck about anyone but themselves and anyone who wants to hurt their daughter. They’re never going to accept me, Angel. You have to break with them if we want to stay together.”

  “No,” I said, almost crying. “No, Trey. No. That’s not right, and you know it. If you love me, you’ll work to prove to them that you love me. That’s how we’ll be together. I’m not running away from my family just to be with you!” As soon as the words had left my mouth, I realized how hurtful they would be.

  Trey sucked in a sharp breath like he’d cut himself. “I didn’t know you felt that way,” he said almost coldly. “I can see that you feel strongly about this, though. If it’s that important to you, I’ll try to impress them, Angel. But not right now. I have to wait until things are in order, and until things are right. Does that make sense?”

  I let out a grateful sigh. For a moment, I’d thought Trey would be too hurt over what I said. Relaxed, I settled back into the seat and closed my eyes. Here I was, with a boy who loved me…who’d do anything for me. When I looked at Trey, his eyes narrowed and focused on driving, love swelled in my body.

  “I love you,” I said suddenly. “I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

  Pain throbbed in my head and I felt a pair of hands gripping me under the armpits.

  “Angel,” a familiar low voice urged me. “Angel, wake up! It’s time to wake up, Angel!”

  Moaning, I tried to open my swollen eyes. Damien had beaten me so badly that I was barely aware of being carried out of the basement and propped up on the ground. When I was able to focus, I saw Trey kneeling in front of me and stroking my face with his hand.

  “Trey?” I managed to croak, wincing with pain.

  “Just hold on, Angel,” Trey said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. “Just hold on.”

  Chapter 29

  Trey

  After Eric, Ram, and I left Chuckie, we’d stormed the farm and started shooting everyone in sight. Damien managed to duck, even though I hit him in the leg with a bullet. His men were about to run away when the cops showed up — Chuckie had somehow managed to call 911 on my cellphone that I’d left in his care.

  I feared the worst when it came to Angel. After Chuckie had run out of the woods, I’d assumed she was hurt badly, or even dead. When I saw her like that, lying on the concrete floor of the basement and motionless, I felt like screaming to the heavens. But she managed to open her eyes and blink at me. I suddenly knew she’d be all right. Damien had beaten the hell out of her — her lovely face was almost unrecognizable with blood and swelling — but she’d be all right. Chuckie was okay, and the three of us would be just fine.

  I rode to the hospital with my guys. Chuckie rode with the cops; I hated turning him over to them, but knew he’d be safer in a cruiser than on the back of my bike. After all, one of Damien’s men had escaped into the night and I didn’t trust him not to shoot at us with a rogue bullet.

  I’d been so worried about Angel that I didn’t even mind stepping foot in a hospital. And although I was dying to see her, I had to wait with Chuckie in a hallway that was painted in puke colors — green and dull orange. Chuckie burrowed into my side and wrapped his arms around me. He wasn’t shy any longer; he was a really animated, intelligent little boy. I was proud of him, especially for the way he’d held it together when all of the shit was going down.

  “I’m really proud of you,” I told Chuckie. “You saved your mom. You should be proud of yourself.” I ruffled his hair as he snuggled up close. It was almost comforting, and I loved being close to the kid Angel and I had made. It made me feel like I hadn’t missed out on all that much after all. Maybe things would really be okay in the end. Maybe not, but either way, I knew I had to try now.

  “Mr. Minter?” A plain nurse was walking towards me, holding a clipboard. “I need to speak to you.”

  I nodded and stood up, Chuckie still clinging to my side. “This is my son,” I said. “I don’t want to leave him alone.”

  She pursed her lips. I knew she was about to tell me some bullshit hospital policy so I turned on the charm.

  “Please?” I grinned at her. “My wife would be worried sick if she knew our son was alone. He’s very attached to his parents.”

  Chuckie clung even tighter, illustrating the point.

  Finally, the nurse rolled her eyes. “You can bring him,” she said. “But try to make him sit in the corner of the room with a book, okay? He doesn’t need to hear all the gory details.”

  I rolled my eyes. Lady, if you knew what this kid’s been through in the past twenty-four hours, you wouldn’t think he needed to be sheltered. But looking at Chuckie’s thin frame, I knew she was right. He was a tiny little boy after all, and his heart was pounding through the thin skin on his neck.

  The nurse led us down a hallway and into a small room painted in the same nauseating colors. She handed Chuckie a coloring book and he went and sat down in the corner, coloring in the lines obediently. I realized I had no idea how to be a real father — I didn’t even know what most eight-year-olds liked. But Chuckie was different, and I had a feeling we’d probably be all right. After all, he seemed to like me. But I wasn’t so sure how he’d feel once this was all over. Hell, I wasn’t sure how Angel would feel either. Could she stand being around a man who had put her into so much trouble? I sighed. I desperately wanted to see her, but I was afraid of being told it would be the last time.

  “The offender and his men were taken into custody,” the nurse read perfunctorily from a sheet of paper in front of her. “A Mr. Damien…?”

  “Damien Mendoza,” I said, clearing my throat. “He’s the president of the Steel Demons, a motorcycle club around here.”

  “I see,” the nurse said in this curt voice that made me want to slap her. “And you are…?”

  “I’m Trey Minter,” I said loudly. “Angel’s husband, Chuckie’s father.”

  There was a hint of a smile on her fat face. “I see here that you’re leading the Skullbreakers?”

  I shook my head and grinned at the nurse. “Was,” I said. “I’m not anymore. I’m a family man now.”

  The serious face returned. “Your wife was gravely injured,” she continued. “She was very badly beaten, and she’ll need some physical therapy to regain her motor skills. But I’m confident that within a few months, she’ll be back to normal. She may suffer frequent headaches, and there’s a possibility of PTSD with all kidnapping cases.”

  My mouth went dry at the extent of Angel’s injuries. I felt so bad for her, and the yearn to see her was like a physical ache in my belly. “I understand,” I said softly. “I’m committed to providing the best possible care
for her, and I’ll hire a home nurse until she’s back to normal.”

  The nurse nodded. “I’m glad to hear that,” she replied. “And what are your plans for the boy?”

  “Excuse me? I didn’t think he was hurt.”

  The nurse shook her head. “We strongly recommend that children who undergo trauma be placed in counseling,” she said. “Something to make sure PTSD won’t develop at a later age. Are you willing to place him under the care of a professional?”

  I nodded. “Of course,” I said. “Whatever Chuckie needs, he’ll get.”

  The nurse smiled. “Chuckie? That’s a strange name.”

  “We love it,” I said automatically, even though I’d agreed with her when I’d first heard his name. But now it seemed a part of him, like everything else. I’d never pegged Angel to be one of those women who gave her kids a stupid name with a weird spelling, but now it didn’t seem dumb at all. And there was a nice ring to Chuckie Minter.

  “Well, I’m sure you’re very happy as a family,” the nurse said. “Would you like to see your wife now?”

  Suddenly, I felt nervous. “Could I have a few minutes alone with my son? We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk since the officers picked him up.”

  The nurse nodded. “Of course,” she said. “Just let me know. I’ll be right on the other side of the door, and then we can go see Angel.”

  “Angel,” I corrected automatically.

  The nurse didn’t smile as she let herself out.

  When she was gone, Chuckie peeked up at me from his perch in the corner. “Can you come over here, buddy?”

  Chuckie got to his feet and walked over to me. I could tell he was nervous, too.

  “I’m hungry,” Chuckie said. “There was bread in the basement, but not a lot.”

  “We’ll get you a cheeseburger as soon as we’re done here,” I promised. “With fries. Would you like that?”

  Chuckie nodded excitedly. He climbed in my lap and wrapped his arms around my big chest. “Do you love my Mommy?”

  I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat unexpectedly. “I do,” I admitted. “I love her very much. Do you want to go see her together?”

  Chuckie nodded. He bit his lip. “I’m scared,” he said. “I shouldn’t have run away. I should have stayed with Mommy.” He climbed off my lap and walked towards the door, but I caught up with him and kneeled down to his height.

  “No, you did everything right, Chuckie,” I said solemnly. “It was for the best that you ran. You did a great job, and Mommy and I are both really proud of you.”

  Chuckie blushed. Standing up, I took his hand. The nurse showed us into Angel’s room.

  “She was asleep a few minutes ago, but I think she just woke up,” she said quietly. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes.”

  Fifteen minutes seemed like torture compared to the years we’d spent apart, but right now, I was glad to take it. In the hospital bed, Angel looked like a small, fragile figure. There were bandages all around her head and her face was puffy and swollen. When she saw me, a faint hint of a smile played on her lips.

  “Trey,” she said softly. I moved closer to the bed so I could hear every word. “Trey, I’m so sorry.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t talk,” I said firmly. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Chuckie’s totally fine, and he’s right here with me.”

  “Good,” Angel said. She let out a long sigh followed by a raspy cough. I was alarmed at how many bruises covered her pale body — she looked worse than any of my guys ever had. “I love you, Trey.”

  The lump that had formed in the waiting room suddenly intensified and I felt tears well up in my eyes. “I love you, too,” I told her, reaching forward and gently stroking the back of her hand with my index finger. “I love you so much.”

  “Mommy?” Chuckie looked into the hospital bed. “Mommy, are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, sweetheart,” Angel said. She reached forward and gently stroked Chuckie’s hair. “I promise I’ll be just fine. Are you okay?”

  Chuckie looked scared, but he nodded. “I’m fine, Mommy,” he said. “Trey took care of me!”

  Angel gave me a smile and I could have sworn I saw the hint of a blush on her cheeks. “I think you should start calling him Daddy now, sweetheart.”

  Chuckie grinned, a grin that stretched from ear to ear. “Mommy, Daddy loves you!” he chirped loudly. “He told me when we were waiting to see you!”

  Angel looked at me and I felt my heart swell. As I looked down at my family, I realized I’d never been filled with so much love or so much pride in my whole life. Suddenly, they were the only things I cared about. I no longer cared about stepping down from the Skullbreakers, or the fact that Damien was taken into custody. Let the cops deal with him. I had a family now.

  “Let’s always stay together,” Angel said. She reached out and wrapped her swollen fingers around my hand. “Promise?”

  I looked into her green eyes and felt just as deeply in love with her as I always had. “I promise,” I agreed. “We’ll always be together. You, me, and Chuckie. We’re a family now.”

  Angel smiled. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the pillow, clearly exhausted. “That’s what I’ve always wanted,” she said softly. “That’s what I’ve wanted ever since I met you.”

  “I love you,” I told her again, stroking her hand until she’d fallen asleep. “And I promise, this time we’ll be together forever.”

  THE END

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  BONUS NOVEL – HEAT: A Dark Romance by Sophia Gray

  She might not survive my heat.

  There are bad men in this world.

  I would know: I’m one of them.

  I f*ck women and leave them behind without apology.

  I stomp out my enemies; I turn their wives into my slaves, their spawn into my servants.

  I hurt; I take; I kill.

  But despite all my sins and vices, I am not the worst this world has to offer.

  That title is reserved for the devil himself:.

  The bastard who murdered my family.

  I won’t rest until I’ve spilled his blood and condemned his soul to hell.

  He will feel the pain that I have felt a thousand times over.

  I will have my revenge.

  But I have one task left to complete before I leave to kill him or die trying.

  I cannot let my family name go to the grave with me.

  I need to know that my line will go on.

  That means one thing:

  I need a baby.

  But the women in my life aren’t fit to hold my seed, much less my heir.

  This requires someone special.

  Someone I can seduce.

  Someone I can shatter.

  Someone I can mold into the vessel my child will require.

  So I go hunting, and I find the one.

  Lily is the perfect specimen.

  Ghostly white skin perfect to brand as my own, curves to bite and suckle.

  I’ve chosen her, and I’m not waiting to find out if she’s fully on board.

  I’m going to seize her and do what I’ve always done –

  Take until she has nothing left to give.

  Chapter 1

  Lily

  I slammed my foot on the gas, my tiny car leaped forward, and I merged onto the highway. I only had five minutes to make it to work on time, and I had at least an eight-minute drive there. Crap. I was never late until my mom’s diagnosis, and I hated being late. It was unprofessional, and I held myself to a higher standard…at least I tried to.

  Luckily, traffic wasn’t too bad, and I didn’t see a cop anywhere, so I just kept my foot down on the gas, the needle climbing and climbing, driving fast but not recklessly. I merged at the last second onto the exit ramp. The driver behind me honked, and I waved at him. “Yeah, yeah,” I m
uttered. “Running late. So sue me.”

  Okay, so maybe driving a little recklessly.

  Somehow, I parked right at eight on the nose. I grabbed my purse and dashed inside. Not late after all. Amazing.

  I normally wasn’t like this — so behind the ball. I was the kind of girl who did everything right, did everything by the books. I never had a speeding ticket, never broke the law. Keeping order was the only way I could try to make sense of the chaos of the rest of the world. So many things were going wrong lately and I just couldn’t handle it all. At least when I was here, in the office, I felt like I had a little bit of control, like I could make a difference, like I could affect the outcome.