“I know the truth about your parents,” Ares said. “It’s not what you think.”
“They were shot and killed,” Brooke said.
“But I know who did it.”
Brooke’s eyes went wide. “Who?”
Ares actually felt a little nervous. Stop being a pussy. Man up.
Ares took a deep breath. “Your brother… Armen… he killed your parents.”
sixteen.
“I don’t believe that,” Brooke said.
“I have no reason to lie.”
“You want to kill my brother. You’ll say anything.”
Brooke bit her lip the second the words flew from her mouth. She sucked in a breath and stepped back. Her legs hit the bed and she fell to her ass. Ares closed in, towering over her. His eyes were so dark, so powerful.
“I wouldn’t say anything if it didn’t matter to me,” Ares said. “I didn’t even want to fucking tell you because of how you’d react. I didn’t want you to freak the hell out… and I didn’t want you to think I was lying.” He touched her face. “I have no reason to lie to you. I’m going to kill your brother whether you’re here or not. I want you to understand who he is. He’s a piece of shit gambler. He was in debt and wanted cash from your parents. They said no and he shot them. You walked in the room…”
Brooke closed her eyes. She stuck her pointer fingers to her ears and shook her head. She felt like child doing so, but she didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to hear the truth. If it was the truth.
It is the truth. He was there. He was jittery. He was jumpy. He looked at the bodies and didn’t even seem to care. He ran at me, grabbed my arms, guided me away from the bloody scene. I told him to call the police. He said no. He said we had to run. He said we were in grave danger. He told me we were going to be killed next…
Brooke looked up at Ares and saw the look on his face. He was so angry. He was let down.
“I thought this was something,” Ares said. “I thought for a split second I could let my guard down. I thought you were special, darling. But you’re just stupid, aren’t you?”
“No,” Brooke said. “That’s…”
Brooke had the words. She had the truth. She never understood why Armen acted the way he did, but she could never question it. She never had an escape.
Until now.
Ares staring at her. Ares bringing her to the clubhouse. Ares offering to protect her. That was the escape. The chance.
“I’m trying to be honest with you,” Ares said. “I need that fucking phone. I need to find out where he is. He has to be stopped, Brooke. There are a lot of people coming to get him. And they’re not going to just want him. I bet the other night wasn’t the first time you wiggled your sweet ass into a tight dress. He used you to make money. He used you for a distraction. He needed someone to keep him company and that was you.” Ares traced a line under Brooke’s chin and lifted her head even more. “Look at me good, darling. He fucking used your emotions against you. And that’s something I would never do.”
Brooke suddenly felt cold. The truth was not the easiest to hear and accept. She looked forward and saw the black belt buckle on Ares’s jeans. There was a chrome skull in the middle of the it. She reached out and touched the belt buckle, and before Brooke knew what she was doing, she pulled and opened it. Her hands then moved feverishly as she tore open his jeans and pushed them down. She saw how his strong lower muscles gave way to the root of his cock.
Her body quivered with need. She wanted to taste all Ares had to offer. She wanted to suck him, love his body, and she wanted to trust him. Somewhere in her mind this all connected and somehow made sense.
Or maybe it was a last chance thing. An offering Brooke could give Ares as a thank you for protecting her like he had done. For all she knew, she’d never see Ares again after all this.
Brooke’s hand gripped Ares tight. She slid her hand up his long shaft and back down. She looked up and caught Ares looking down at her. His eyes had no intention of stopping her, and why would they? He was an outlaw biker. He spent his days flirting with death and his nights flirting with whatever woman he chose. Sex and death were all that mattered.
Fine. I’ll show him then…
Brooke flicked her tongue at the tip of Ares’s cock. She opened her mouth enough to take him in a little. Her tongue tried to swirl around his impressive girth. Her hand stroked up and back, from his root to her lips.
Slowly, Brooke offered more of her mouth, inching down his thickness. When she got halfway, her mouth was already too full. She quickly pulled back, her teeth touching the sensitive skin on his tip.
Ares groaned and then had a handful of Brooke’s hair. He pulled and Brooke’s mouth came off him with a pop sound.
“Don’t stop until I’m fucking done,” he said.
Brooke nodded and went back to work. Her lips wrapped his shaft once more and this time she moved fast. Down and back, her hand moving in the opposite direction of her mouth, giving constant pleasure to Ares. Her heart was pounding as she sucked him. Her panties were soaking wet. Her legs were trembling and weak as though she were about to come. Her breasts, even in a bra, were still gently bouncing, jumping to the speed of Brooke’s mouth on Ares.
She sped up as fast as she could and then hurried to slow. When she did, Ares thrust forward and hissed. His hand landed to the back of her head, forcing all of his cock into her mouth. Brooke closed her eyes and kept as calm as she could. Ares pulled back and Brooke went after him again. That was the move that started the end for Ares. He let out a groan and grabbed at her hair again. His hand twisted, pulling, making it hurt. But Brooke kept going. Her lips loved the fleshy tip of his erection. Her hand worked the base of his shaft.
Brooke looked up and Ares. She didn’t move her eyes again.
Everything was in perfect motion and when she saw Ares’s mouth open, he growled, and she waited for the rest. A second later, he started to come. Brooke slid her lips down his shaft and started to work with his warm pulsing. She pulled back each time he came, accepting him, loving him.
Even after Ares was done, Brooke gently sucked on him, easing him down. She didn’t pull away from him until he pulled her hair again and guided her away. Ares then backed up and tucked himself into his jeans. He zipped up his jeans and then moved to the bed and sat next to Brooke. He put his big hand on top of hers and squeezed.
“Brooke…”
“Stop,” she said. She reached back and then handed him the cellphone. “Here it is.”
Ares took the phone and held it tight. “I appreciate this. The club…”
“I don’t give a fuck about your club,” Brooke said. “Sorry. Armen is the last family I have. Maybe that’s been clouding my mind. I don’t know. I wanted to believe him, Ares. I wanted to believe some other people killed my parents. That they were coming for us. But I get it. He did it. He really did it.”
“Yeah, he did,” Ares said. “I’m damn sorry for it, darling. But I’m thankful right now that you didn’t end up dead in all this bullshit. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you protected.”
“I want to be there,” Brooke said. “I want to see it.”
“No,” Ares said. “Fuck no.”
“Yes. I’m demanding it. It’s my fucking brother. He killed my parents. I want to see him die. I need closure.”
“Christ,” Ares said. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”
Brooke looked at Ares. “But you did. You told me. Because you care…”
“About you?” Ares asked. “Yeah, I do care.”
“Then let me be there. Let me see it. Let me understand it.”
“I don’t agree with it,” Ares said. “But I’m not patched in. I guess I don’t have the power to demand what you can and can’t do.”
“In my eyes, you’re patched in,” Brooke said. “You can tell me to do whatever you want. But I have to be there. I can lure him… he wants me to come with him…”
Brooke turned her hand arou
nd and interlocked her fingers to Ares’s. She smiled at him. He didn’t smile back.
Ares looked at the phone.
seventeen.
Armen had been sending messages all morning. He was hiding out in an empty warehouse not far from where all hell broke lose. Two guys from Eight Under had helped him into the building and gave him food. The promise in exchange for the protection was that Armen would bring Ares to the Eight Under club and let them kill him. Everything hinged on revenge.
And it was all right there in Ares’s hands.
When he finished reading the messages, he put the phone on the bed and looked at Brooke. “I need you to be honest with me.”
“Okay.”
“What were you thinking of doing?”
“I don’t know. My mind was torn bad. I thought about telling him to sneak out and run. With me. Or maybe without me. If you are wondering about me luring you to him, no, that never came to my mind. I would never do that to you, Ares. Reading his messages started to replay memories in my mind. How he always ended up close to dying and always made some kind of deal to get out of it. How others were killed, but not by his actions.”
“What happened with your parents?” Ares asked.
“I walked in and saw them… they were gone. A second later Armen appeared and looked surprised to see me. He hurried to grab me and took me from the house. Refused to call police. Refused to explain what happened. He only told me that they were coming. That’s what he always said. They’re coming… they’re going to kill us… So I believed him. I really didn’t have a choice. I had to believe him. I had to keep myself safe. The more I traveled with him, the more I let myself fall to him. Anything he said, I held at truth. I figured if he was gathering that much cash for a war, I would either die or find a way to escape.”
“Then he picked here to fuck around,” Ares said.
“Yeah, I guess. His biggest mistake.”
“One he’ll pay with his life.”
Brooke nodded. She inched closer to Ares and pressed her lips to his cheek. “I don’t know why but I feel like I should be thanking you.”
“Don’t,” Ares said. He took Brooke by her face. His thumb ran along her bottom lip. That damn sexy lip had been moving along his shaft just a few minutes ago. “Don’t thank me for a thing. You want to come on this mission with us, you might end up dead.”
“Then I’ll die facing the truth and I’ll die in your arms. That’s okay with me.”
Fuck… this woman is beautiful and caring. She’s honest. She’s broken. She’s… she's like everything.
Ares slipped his hand to the back of Brooke’s neck. He pulled her in for a kiss. “I don’t want you to go anywhere, darling. You belong right here in this room with me. When I kill your brother, I’m going to accept a patch from Miller. Then… you’re going to be all mine.”
“I like the way that sounds,” Brooke said.
She kissed Ares and when she tried to pull away, Ares pulled her back again. Their mouths opened and their tongues touched for a few seconds.
“You know, one of these times I’m going to leave this room and clubhouse and never come back,” Ares whispered. “That’s why there’s something I need to do.”
“Which is?”
“I like to fuck before I leave…”
“You already came, Ares.”
“I know that, darling. But I want to taste you now.”
Ares turned and moved from the bed. His hands were wrapped around the top of Brooke’s pants a second later. He opened them and pulled them down. He watched her panties peel away from her wet silk. Before her pants and panties were down to her ankles, Ares came forward with his hungry mouth.
He brought his hands up to Brooke’s knees and pushed her legs open wide. His tongue fluttered up and down Brooke’s sweet pussy. He licked bottom to top, top to bottom. He savored her sweet taste over and over, watching as her stomach fluttered up and down with shaky breaths. Time was wasting by the second, but there was at least a few minutes to spare here.
Ares’s tongue darted into Brooke. Her tightness tugged at him, leaving him wanting more.
A knock came at the door, and Ares pulled away and turned his head.
“Bro, you in there?”
It was Gaige.
“Yeah,” Ares said. “I’m busy.”
“We need to ride, bro.”
“Give me a minute, man. Get Miller. I know where Armen is. We can end this today.”
The door wasn’t locked. Ares waited for the door to open.
“Hurry,” Gaige said. “We don’t have time then.”
“One fucking minute,” Ares yelled.
There was no reply.
Ares looked up at Brooke and smiled. “Hey darling, you have one minute to come. Can you do that?”
“Can you make me come in a minute?” Brooke dared.
That was one challenge Ares accepted and knew he would win. He came forward with his mouth and his fingers. He knew just what to do. With two fingers, he thrust deep into Brooke’s sex. She lifted her body and let out a whimper. That’s when the tip of Ares’s tongue sought out her clit and found it with ease. He then sucked as hard as he could, making tight circles with his tongue. Using his fingers, he twisted and turned, pushing and pulling. In a matter of seconds Brooke was reaching down and grabbing at Ares’s hair. She pulled and wiggled, gasping for air. Her nails dug into his head and Ares loved it. He loved the taste of Brooke’s sweetness and he loved the way she moved.
Her body began to rock hard and fast. Ares pressed harder with his mouth and fingers. He was in fucking control and Brooke was going to accept that. She then began to convulse, crunching forward, her hands grabbing his hair, pulling. Ares had his entire face buried between her legs, suckling, nibbling, fingering.
And then Brooke lost it and began to come. Her cries were beautiful and the fresh moisture that poured from her body was nectar to Ares’s tongue. He continued to savor the taste right up until the bedroom door flew open.
Brooke pulled away and let out a scream.
Ares looked back and was ready to fucking kill someone.
Miller stood there, hand on the door. Gaige and Blaine were next to him.
“Oh, fuck,” Miller said and laughed.
“Nice,” Gaige said.
“Hey, brother, wipe your mouth,” Blaine said. He then put his hands together and rubbed them fast. “Is it… my turn…?”
“Both of you, out of here,” Miller said to Gaige and Blaine.
They moved back and Miller came into the room. He shut the door.
“Christ, can I get a minute here?” Ares asked.
“No,” Miller said. “Where’s Armen?”
Ares lifted the covers and put them over Brooke’s exposed lower body. He stood up and grabbed the phone off the bed.
“He’s hiding in a warehouse,” Ares said. “He has some protection. Eight Under.”
“They fucking helped him?”
“In exchange for me. Brooke’s supposed to lure me and have me killed.”
“But she’s not doing that…,” Miller said and looked at Brooke.
“I can’t give up that tongue,” Brooke said and her face turned red.
“Good to know,” Miller said. “We’re riding in two minutes.”
“I’ll be there.”
“We’re going to ambush and kill,” Miller said. “I don’t care how many are there. We’re taking them all down. It’s going to cause something much bigger.”
“I know that,” Ares said. “If you let me go alone…”
“No,” Miller said. “You’re taking your patch after we leave.” Miller looked at Brooke again. “I hope you know what you’re getting into. I know he’s your brother. There’s no going back.”
“I know,” Brooke said. “He deserves what he gets…”
“Thanks for the little entertainment too,” Miller said. “I never get enough of those sounds.”
Miller opened the door and left.
“Stop that.”
“Never. Now pull up your panties. We have to do this right now.”
Ares leaned down and kissed Brooke one time. He didn’t believe in thinking about last days and last kisses… but something about Brooke’s lips and body made him do just that.
Fuck, I don’t want to die today.
eighteen.
They were a large group. The sight alone was scary, but to be on one of the motorcycles, holding tight to Ares’s leather was something else. She counted eight rides. Miller had been barking orders from the second they got outside. He was pissed off that Brooke was there, but she refused to leave. Miller made it very clear that her death was on Ares’s hands and nobody else’s. Ares argued back with the President of Back Down Devil, making it known that if Brooke didn’t go, then Armen would run.
The plan was pretty simple. They were going to ride toward the warehouse. Everyone but Ares and Brooke would cut off the road and come up through the back of the warehouse. Ares and Brooke would approach the warehouse and make it seem like Brooke had set him up.
Brooke’s heart pounded. The plan seemed too easy and calm. Bullets were going to fly. People were going to get hurt. Armen was going to die.
The motorcycles thundered through Frelen and beyond the main part of town. It quickly went from a busy little town to desolate areas. There were buildings in the distance and plenty of forgotten about properties.
The ride felt longer than it probably was. Brooke wondered what would happen if Armen was able to escape. Would he leave? Would he come back and try to kidnap Brooke? For a second, Brooke wondered if she could help her brother. Let him run until it all caught up to him. But then she remembered the sight of her parents on the floor. Her dear parents. They were good people. Honest people. They worked hard. They loved their kids. And Armen took all that away. Because of his stupidity and greed. His need to gamble and always come up big. But he always came up short and then cheated to get away from it all.
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