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by K. J. Dahlen


  “That’s true enough but he’s probably more pissed about what I did to his father’s headstone.” Breed chuckled.

  “He was your dad too, though.” Cowboy pointed out.

  “No he was never my dad, he was just a sperm donor.” Breed snarled. “An unwanted sperm donor at that.” Shaking his head he admitted, “I hope that old bastard is burning in hell for what he did to my mother.” For a moment, he hesitated then Breed asked, “What else did she say?”

  “She was begging Joey not to hurt her anymore.”

  With a soft growl, Breed picked up his glass and threw it against the wall. Glass shattered everywhere when the glass hit the wall. Breed then roared his rage and stomped toward the door.

  “Boss, “ Cowboy called out. “You can’t change what happened in her past, only in her future.”

  “I know that and I know it’s crazy to feel this way about someone I only just met but nothing infuriates me more than when a man abuses a woman.” Breed turned and went out to the main room.

  The men all looked up, as some were getting ready to leave.

  “I want that little bastard Joey and this Brian fuck brought back here.” Breed snarled. “Both of them have to answer for what they did.”

  “Boss,” Maverick called out. “That’s kidnapping if you take them across state lines.”

  Breed ignored him. “Crow, I want everything you can find on the way this man does business. This bastard not only took her parent’s insurance money but is making her pay back every penny he laid out to keep her for the three years after they died. I want to bust him so bad I can almost taste it. That insurance money should have gone to her.”

  “What about Joey?” someone called out.

  “I think he was looking to get her killed. I think he was going to take the money shitty grandpa would have paid and taken off for parts unknown. I can’t prove it yet, but I can feel it in my gut.”

  The men all looked uneasy as a silence fell in the large room.

  Breed looked around. “What? Just fucking spit it out already!”

  Greer was the brave one as he finally spoke up, “Why are you doing this? Involving us? I mean I admit, the poor girl suffered but—”

  “—she did and it was under my brother’s boots,” Breed shot back. “Also, I rescued her. In my tribe, that makes me responsible for her.” He looked around at the more than a dozen men gathered. “Besides, aren’t you sick of this shit?”

  They all looked puzzled as some shook their heads in confusion.

  “Rich bastards stepping on others and taking what is not theirs. Then another MC, my mortal enemy, yes. But they are known for their abuse of women and they are human traffickers as well. They have taken women from our area as well and you all know it. And that is what burns my hide. What if it were your sister or daughter they took to be a dammed sex slave? So now, this all fell into our laps on our land. We do what’s right here. Or are we not the men we say we are?”

  The room went silent.

  Breed let out a sigh. “We vote on it.” He gazed around. “Your vote won’t be held against you. All of you know this. You know me. You can stand with me on this or you can stand down.”

  The men all looked at each other then back at the man that gave them their home, their place here in the MC that had accepted each of them, warts and all.

  Greer waited a moment then stated loudly, “All who agree we go after these self-righteous bastards, say yay!”

  The men all yelled… “Yay!”

  Then Greer nodded. “Against… say Nay!”

  The room was silent.

  “Well then, let’s dig in until we can prove this one way or another.” Crow nodded.

  His men gathered their gear and readied their weapons.

  Cowboy gave them all burner phones and instructions on texting info back to the club.

  Breed then watched his brothers take off. Four of them would go to Huntsville and two would go to Decatur to spy on Hade’s Messenger MC. Blade’s dad would roll over in his grave if he knew but that wasn’t his problem. He hoped he would in fact. Yeah, he felt bitter. He did wish he could get rid of it, but so far… he hadn’t been able to. It still burned like a simmering coal in his soul.

  No, he didn’t care what other people thought or what they did. He didn’t give a shit about racism or being a half breed. He didn’t care as he was who he was and he actually felt proud of his Indian side. It wasn’t the being rejected as a teen either, his uncles had raised him well, and his grandad, Marah’s father had been a wonderful influence. No, he had a great upbringing. It wasn’t missing a father. He’d had several that taught him right from wrong and he had the tribe traditions that helped him along.

  It was what had been done to his mother, and what Jared had tried to do, years later that fueled his bitterness. Blade couldn’t be a brother to him, not with the darkness that man had inside. He’d inherited it from Jared apparently. What kind of man beat on women? Or sold them at 13 to the highest bidder. Not a man at all. Blade had never been the kind of man that Breed would want to call a brother. He would end up in prison or dead someday and Breed would not bat a fucking eye either.

  No, he hadn’t involved his MC for frivolous grudges or his own personal rant. No, he was sick of the shit that was happening. Yes, Blade operated in the next state over but there were missing women from this area that he’d felt went into that skin trade. He could not prove it but the last one was a young girl from his tribe. His family on his mother’s side had been looking for her. Shyla Foxx. He himself had joined in the search. Some said that since she was now 21 that she took off with some guy. Breed knew better, for one she had no boyfriend and she loved her family dearly. It made him feel sick to think of what she might be going through even now. The police refused to take it seriously at all.

  He did send out his best men today though and they knew better than to get caught. They also knew if they were caught, Blade wouldn’t have any mercy, not that they would ask for it but they knew it all the same.

  Blade figured with surprise on their side, they might get ahead of this game. Breed wanted to stop this trafficking ring and had for over a year now. This might be his chance to do just that. He might not be able to return Shyla to the family but he could stop it from happening to any other families.

  Chapter Five

  Breed walked down the hall and entered Cowboy’s clinic. Kizzy was asleep and he knew she needed her rest to heal but he wanted to talk to her. He sat down in the chair that he’d dragged as close to the bed as possible. He studied her face while she slept. He got to know the curve of her face and the arch of her brow.

  She no longer had the IV in and he was glad about that. Another thing he was happy to see was that her breathing seemed to be better. She was no longer struggling to breathe. Maybe her ribs weren’t fractured after all.

  He hoped that Crow would have some answers for them tomorrow. Something to get them started anyway. They had a job to do if they were going to stop Joey and set up Brian. Kizzy hadn’t deserved what Brian did to her and while they couldn’t go back and change her past, they might be able to get justice for her future. He also wanted to bust Blade in his dealings, especially the trafficking. He could not save the ones that had been taken already, but he could stop the man from taking anymore.

  Breed laid his head back with a tired sigh as he closed his eyes and let the weariness wash over him. He fell asleep in minutes and everything went quiet.

  Sometime later, he woke up. He wondered for a moment where he was. Then he remembered. He raised his head from where he’d been slumped in the chair.

  Kizzy was sitting up on her pillows staring at him.

  He shook his head, yawned and stretched his large body out.

  “You were here all night?” she asked quietly.

  He sat forward and clasped his hands together. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

  She stretched out her hand to him.

  He paused and then took her hand in his a
nd felt that jolt again just from touching her skin.

  “I feel it too,” she whispered.

  He cleared his throat. Not really wanting to admit that he wanted her. She wasn’t in any shape to do the things he had running through his head.

  “I never had anyone care about me,” she admitted. “You don’t even know me and yet, you saved me from dying in that dingy. Then you brought me here. Then you sit here while I sleep.”

  Breed felt a bit uncomfortable with her listing of his actions. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor, far from it really. “Anyone would—”

  “NO!” Her voice rose. “Not just anyone. I have grown up around men who cared only for themselves. I just came from a place where I was beaten and just because of who I was.”

  Breed stared at her. “I detest abuse on anyone. Especially violence by men on females.”

  “Yeah, I gathered that much.” She smiled and scooted over on the bed.

  He watched her closely.

  She sat up and winced as she pulled her large t shirt off.

  Breed simply stared at her bare breasts. Her nipples were erect and rosy. “Damn, you are beautiful,” he whispered.

  She sighed. “I got some scars now, but… I will heal.”

  He looked up at her face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she assured him. “Please… give me this much.”

  Breed hesitated.

  “Please? I want to know what it would be like to be with a man like you. To be cared for.”

  He let out a breath. Damn if he didn’t want her and had from the moment, he first saw her. “You are still in shock, maybe and you—”

  Sitting forward, she pressed her lips to his, cutting off his excuses.

  Once Breed tasted her, he knew he wouldn’t be refusing her. His hands went to his jeans and he loosened his zipper. Pulling his jeans down to his thighs, he freed his hard cock and then he pulled down her panties. He wished he had time for the full deal but he knew Cowboy and the other brothers would be up soon.

  He parted her thighs and found her core. It was damp but not damp enough. He pressed a finger inside her. She was tight and warm and her groan like her scent reached him. He found her clit and began rubbing it.

  Kizzy moaned and climbed onto his lap, leaving him little time to change his mind. She felt the size of his cock and moaned again, when it slipped between her legs.

  Breed dry fucked her and felt her juices coat him. He was bigger than most men were but he didn’t think she’d mind. He began nibbling on her neck and she arched her back. He grabbed her face and kissed her again, devouring would be a better description. Then he parted the kiss as she was already breathless and he hadn’t even started…yet. He lowered his face to those magnificent breasts, his mouth watering for a taste. He teased one nipple with his mouth as he thumbed the other.

  Kizzy was arching her body up to get more.

  He switched breasts and did the same playing with both. Then he lowered his fingers to her clit.

  “Yes, yes!” she panted.

  He plunged two fingers into her wet warmth. He found her to be soaking wet. She had wanted him and this proved it. Any doubts he had disappeared. He growled at how tight she was. He knew right then that this was going to be a heaven he may not ever want to leave.

  His cock slipped inside her and it did feel like heaven. He lifted his hips and pushed deeper inside. Her walls held him tight.

  Then Kizzy leaned her head back as he lunged up into her.

  He couldn’t resist, he latched onto one of her nipples again.

  Moaning and whimpering, she rode him hard and fast seeming to be lost in pleasure. Pushing his cock inside her again, he went in deep, deeper than he intended.

  Once the rhythm began neither of them could stop even if they had wanted to. Each stroke took them higher and higher until Kizzy flew over the edge first. Breed covered her mouth with his to keep her from screaming. As she clamped down on him, he felt his release just after hers. He pushed up and in deep one last time, as he came inside her warm gripping haven.

  He groaned as she drained him. He’d never come that hard before as he gasped to catch his breath then he pulled out of her. “Beautiful, that is what you are,” he whispered in her ear. “You do know you took a chance just jumping on a wild Indian right?” he teased in a breathless voice.

  Kizzy chuckled. “For once in my life, I took a chance and I don’t regret it a bit.” She turned her head and looked at him. “I know this probably didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me but I can’t regret it.”

  “Who said I regretted it?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Good, cause after those days out on that river, I never thought it would lead me to this. In fact, I knew death was coming for me instead. Now, I feel alive for sure.”

  He grinned. “Okay, let me get you cleaned up and please put that shirt back on before I start on you all over again.

  Flushing, she reached for the shirt.

  “We’re looking in to your kidnapping and your relatives,” he mention as he watched her.

  She turned to stare at him as she lowered the shirt. “Why?” she asked after a moment or two.

  “Its not that we don’t trust you but we need to find out if Joey set you up or not. There could be more to this than anyone knows.” He pulled up his jeans and zipped them up.

  She nodded. “I’m sure there is but I have no clue what that might be.”

  Breed went and got a washcloth then cleaned her up.

  She giggled a time or two when he passed across her folds.

  “Do not get any ideas,” he warned. “We only have a few hours to sleep.”

  She bit at her lip as she nodded. “Can you like sleep in the bed with me this time?”

  He raised his head and his eyes met her gaze. “I sure can. That chair sucks.”

  She laughed and patted the bed next to her.

  He got in and covered them both up. He spooned his body up next to hers and heard her sigh in a satisfied way as he closed his eyes.

  Hours later, Breed was disturbed by odd sounds.

  Kizzy began to move in the bed. She was twisting and turning in her sleep while whispering in a desperate tone. Then she screamed.

  Breed jumped. He was awake instantly. He saw that she was caught up in a dream.

  She wrapped her arms around him and held on. Her tears wet his chest. He caressed her hair and whispered comforting words in Cherokee to her.

  She seemed to settle down when she felt him surround her.

  Cowboy opened his connecting door but when he saw Breed in bed with her, he quickly closed the door between the rooms.

  Breed laid his head on hers and just held her. Her scent was subtle but it seemed to fit her. She smelled of cinnamon and sugar. He could almost smell apple pie as he breathed it in.

  She didn’t say a word, then after a bit, her breathing evened out and her body relaxed.

  Breed continued to hold her then he closed his eyes again, and fell back to sleep with her in his arms.

  Chapter Six

  In an office in Huntsville bright and early at 7 am an older man paced behind the huge walnut desk that took up much of the office. Bookcases polished to within an inch of their lives decorated three of the four walls, yet Brian Williams found nothing that pleased him there. He was waiting on Matt, his attorney to report. He had already paid for a PI and his attorney’s hours weren’t cheap either. His mood was sour by all of this.

  He had family he cared not a wit for. His kids had all turned out to be shit. The decent one had no motivation to make riches from Brian’s empire and had made his own. He did have pride in that for a bit of time, then an accident took his only son away. All he’d had left were two brats and his no good daughter.

  Why weren’t any of them as brilliant as him? Huh? Why didn’t they have a knack for making money? Choosing instead to be losers.

  Joey was a total waste, gambling running women and sitting on his
lazy ass. Then Kizzy wasn’t motivated by money. She was easily manipulated and foolish as far as he was concerned.

  No, there would be no one to leave his legacy to. He wondered if it were true that you couldn’t take it all with you? He chuckled in a snide way. Would serve those brats right he somehow could do that.

  A few minutes later, his door opened and Matt walked into his office.

  “Well,” Brian growled. “Did you find her yet?”

  “Not yet,” Matt admitted. “Our PI did find her car in the parking lot next to where she worked. He also says no one has been to her apartment all week and she hasn’t been to work since Monday.”

  “So this ransom could be real and not just a way for her to get my money?” Brian wanted to know.

  Matt hesitated but didn’t say what he really wanted to say. “It doesn’t appear so sir.”

  “Well, then forget it.” Brian growled. “I think she knows how I feel about shit like this.”

  “Yes sir.” Matt nodded even as he felt rage boiling inside. “But sir, aren’t you the least bit worried about what happened to your granddaughter?”

  “Huh, she’ll turn up one of these days. She always does,” he mumbled.

  “And if this man Blade murders her because you didn’t pay the ransom? Then what?” Matt insisted.

  “Life goes on.” Brian shrugged.

  Matt didn’t say anything for a moment then had to swallow hard before he spoke again, “Joey is trying to tap his trust fund again.”

  “Don’t give that little bastard another dime. He’s already borrowed more than he was supposed to get. Freeze it.”

  “Did it occur to you that Joey might be behind Kizzy being missing?” Matt dared to ask. He knew in his gut that that man did this. Though his PI couldn’t prove it.

  Brian snorted. “Joey isn’t that bright.”

  “But he is that evil,” Matt mumbled under his breath. He could not stand Joey, what a waste of space. Joey also hated Kizzy like no one else. It would be convenient in several ways for Joey, if Kizzy never came back.

 

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