Claiming His Forever (Battle Born MC Book 8)

by Scarlett Black

  When we parked, I couldn’t even look his way. Spider is a distraction, and I desperately need to get my life back on track. I have enough problems and I do not need any more. And the timing could not be worse. I need to get Kilo off my back and this place up and running. For once, I need to come first, and this place. Having both Kilo and Spider in the same area code could be lethal. The whole time my body hummed with awareness. Thank god, he left us alone. I could then concentrate on what I really needed Snake here for.

  Unlocking the front door, we walk in. “Cut the shit, Jazz. You know we would help you with this place. What’s with the secret meeting?” Snake crosses his arms and waits for me to answer.

  I huff a sigh of annoyance. “I think it’s pretty damn clear why I won’t ask Kilo for help. I tried distancing myself, he came to check on me. When he did, I told him that I wanted to end things, for good this time. No more back and forth. He didn’t take it well.”

  Snake scowls with the story. “You don’t feel safe around him?”

  “Something changed, Snake, when he wasn’t getting what he wanted. He used his size to intimidate me. We’ve both changed, and I want more. I don’t know how to get him to back off. I should have stayed away when we split years ago. That was my fault.” The sad reality is, I could have had a fresh start. Angie was right—Kilo got exactly what he wanted, me, and how he wanted me. It was never a carefree affair. The young and inexperienced me didn't see it. “If the club helps with this place, he’ll see it as his too. It can only be me and you. Now, to get him away from me, I need your help.”

  My cousin rubs his short, black goatee. “Let me think about this. You picked a real asshole to fuck with.” He rubs a hand over his head. “Text me a list of what needs done in here and make me a key to get in. I’ll work on it when I can. No promises on a timeline, okay?”

  The last part has me grinning. His mom and sister, Vegas, are ambitious women. When they ask for something, it should have been done yesterday. His warning on his timeline was clear. “I got you. I promise not to ride your ass until it’s done.”

  Snake raises a brow. “That sounded weird. Let’s get something to eat.” He holds the door open for me and we walk out. Instantly, I notice Spider’s bike is gone. I can’t say I don’t feel a twinge of disappointment, but I am better off. I’ve got things to do and building my tattoo shop is number one. My heart is going to have to wait.

  Chapter 4

  Spider

  Inside the clubhouse, I sit at the bar with Fuego and a prospect slides a shot of tequila over to us. I’m here to help his IT guy, Coyote, set up the same system I have in Reno and update their servers. It’s a simple task, and I needed a break from the reality of who Jazz may really be.

  Holding up the shot, Fuego and I give our cheers. More like he does. I just use the alcohol to numb the thoughts. I took it out of respect for him more than my desire to drink, because today I need a clear head more than ever.

  Observing the crowd, a large man comes into view. Quickly, I found his patch to read ‘Kilo’. Ah, so this is the motherfucker who has been fucking my Jazz. For how long, I wonder. “I don’t remember much about this guy. Is he a newer member?” I ask Fuego. There was never a reason to dig into who he was, until today.

  “Años, a lot of years. He does what needs to be done.” Fuego means whatever is bad, he sends in Kilo to handle the dark and twisted work. I don’t ask if he trusts him, that would be an insult. I don’t question his loyalty to his brothers, but how does he treat her? Fuego takes another shot and lights a cigar.

  I keep to myself while the party carries on. The club girls steer clear of Fuego and I’m rooted next to him. Slowly sipping on my scotch, I run through what needs to be done tomorrow in my mind. The older Hispanic man has deep lines around his eyes with black hair and a goatee. Streaks of gray paint the years and wisdom he can’t hide, enhancing the miles this old man has seen. There’s some envy for the status he holds, the respect of his men, and the endearing eye of the women around him. Me? I do not envy the hard choices and sacrifices he’s made. He’s survived the worst and still, under his hardened gaze, he knows like I do, this all can be cast away. I admire the man he is and respect his steel spine.

  “You think like a worried man, hermano. ¿Qué pasa? Humor this old viejo. Dámelo.” He tilts his ear ever so slightly, waiting for me, tapping his cigar onto the ashtray.

  A smirk crawls up the corner of my lips. Taking a sip, I allow the words to burn on my tongue, the taste of them sour. I’m careful and closely guard my words, a habit to protect myself. Too much information can be lethal. You just never know.

  “Some days are long. The constant worry of whether you can do things differently or better.”

  “Your brothers, or someone else?” Fuego pries.

  “Always my brothers. Watching the world weighs you down.”

  He nods his chin once to his chest. The words spin around us like a plague, the truth we can never run from. “Every man’s road is filled with hard choices,” he starts, “especially for those who hold the seats at the table. We carry the burden for the men under us. There’s honor in the weight of that on our backs.” Fuego takes a drag and another shot of his tequila. “But I learned long ago, we all have to hold our own in this life. There is nothing we can do if it is meant to be. Los santos take what they want. The sooner you learn that lesson, the better. Eres un hombre. You’re a man, no saint.” He stands with a pointed stare. “Partake in the women who can lessen the thoughts. I’m going home to mi corazón, my heart, my wife.”

  I wonder what it would be like, to be a man like Fuego. He sheds his worry like a snake does skin. There is no stopping tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean I won’t go down fighting. Whatever has the club troubled, it will come forward soon enough. The missing shipments and the devils will be killed. There lies the truth—men are ruthless predators. My job as the Sergeant-in-Arms is to keep everyone breathing.

  Her perfume alerts me to her presence before she does. For a split second, I’m taken back to the time I had her. It wasn’t just the act but the actions. When she moved, my body reacted and did the same. How did our bodies match and see one another? She drew me in, recognizing my need for her submission. When she gave me a piece of her, I gave some of myself in return, caught up in a position that exposed ourselves to each other. Reality blasted me back to shut the door on what she opened. What shook me to my core was she left herself open and walked out as if I couldn’t shut her out. Without remorse, she owned me and what we shared.

  A blast of dark hair scoots into the seat next to me. What the fuck? I don’t snap to attention, but rather, I lie in wait, curious as to what this little creature is hunting for. She will be a little bunny ready for slaughter.

  Jazzy

  My plan was simple—I was going to the club to fuck a brother. A suicide mission, I know, but there is no other way I can come up with to kill the relationship I have with Kilo. It’s not a desperate move, it’s a hostile takeover, one where I let my she-balls drop and kick Kilo in his and to the curb. Kilo sent me a dozen texts throughout the day. The best way to get a brother off your ass is to get under another. I don’t know what I was thinking, waiting for Snake to come up with a plan. I don’t have time to wait for that shit.

  My leg swings out of my car. I plant my tall, leather, high-heeled boot onto the concrete, followed by the other. I have a purpose—to fuck the hell out of Spider. The idea hit me like a ton of bricks. He doesn’t live here. He is perfect to get Kilo off my tail. Once I got off work, I got busy. I showered, shaved, you name it, I did it.

  The leather mini skirt squeaks when I slide off the leather seat of my car. Slamming the car door shut behind me, I tuck in the black tank that reveals my black bra underneath. Squaring my shoulders, I strut forward. My hips swaying back and forth with each step.

  A group of brothers are gathered around the outside along with either bitches or Ol’ Ladies. The free birds, as my girls and I like to call the sing
le brothers, give me their appreciation with a few whistles on my way past them. I’m in this all the way, and cringe internally before turning my head. I give them a flirty wink. They shake their heads knowing I am up to no good, and they would be right. I have plans. Ones that I am going to execute.

  My boots stomp on the hardwood floor of the packed club. Kilo is off on the other side with a club bitch at his hip. Perfect. Her hands run over his chest. He catches them before whispering in her ear. She is enraptured by his attention. This couldn’t be any more perfect of a setting. Confidence explodes in my chest, fueling me on. I walk around brothers who do their best to get me to stop. Patting chests and giving a few soft let downs, I finally get to my target, Spider. He sits alone at the bar, making this easy for me, so I slide onto the stool next to him.

  Leaning in, I rasp into his ear over the noise, “There you are.” His cologne floods my lungs with him, rich and spicy. My cheek brushes his freshly shaved jaw. When I sit back, I want him to see the lust in my gaze that he easily provokes from my inner she devil.

  Spider doesn’t turn, not looking the least bit affected by my presence or words. Except, he bites the corner of his lip and his eyes glare at our reflections in the mirror behind the bar. I push a little harder. “You know why I’m here. You want what I want. Save us some time, and let’s fuck.”

  There is only one way to catch this man, and that’s by giving him a reason to not say no. I give him the raw honesty of my needs. A few seconds pass and he doesn’t respond. Fine. Something inside of me sinks at the rejection. But does that really surprise me? No. Many of them never do the same woman twice. Rejection stings, but I’m no quitter. There were a handful of other brothers ready to give me what I wanted anyway. Determined, my boots hit the floor and I turn, about ready to walk away. Ready to leave empty handed, but he doesn’t know that.

  His hand darts out, capturing my wrist. The grip is too tight and the joint smarts under the pressure. He drops his glass to the bar with a thud, and is up towering over me. Spider’s chest is brushing mine, forcing me back a step as he corners me against the bar and my back bows slightly. Anger flashes across his tense face. “You will not fuck another man here tonight. You want a dick to fill that pussy, sucia?” Spider spits. He is not pleased at my play to manipulate him in my game. He read me straightaway, especially since I brushed him off earlier. The gruff response and the power in his hold sends chills up my spine.

  “Yes,” I hiss back, drawing my body in closer to his, my fists gripping his cut. “I don’t want to fuck another man. So, don’t turn me down because it is going to happen tonight.” Lies, all lies. I spin them to capture the man I need to convince me, show me, we are not a lie together.

  Spider’s fingers dig deeper into the skin. “You’re not such a sweet thing, are you?” Before I can answer, he is dragging me out of the bar. My devilish grin spreads across my face and I forget the whole reason I’m here. I lied to myself to get here. It wasn't to just kill what Kilo and I had. It is so much more. There was no stopping the temptation of being wrapped up in Spider when he was right here. In my city. I couldn’t let him go. The truth behind my actions is buried deep and I shove it away. It’s dangerous to want someone. The want turns into need and that need dies with them, leaving you abandoned.

  My feet barely keep up with Spider’s quick, long strides. Each step that we take, my blood pressure gets higher. My pulse can be felt in my neck, the veins violently pumping with excitement. My body is already humming with acceptance and want. He opens a door to a spare room, and I’m tossed forward like I’ve burned him. I keep my balance, but just barely. I start ripping off my shirt and toss it away. My body overheats and it’s not enough. I need Spider unrestrained. I need to know that it wasn’t just me who felt what we had last time.

  Stepping over to the bed, I turn to face the wall and pull my skirt up around my hips. Underneath is just my wet pussy waiting for Spider to come and take care of it. Spreading my legs, I hear his slight intake of breath. I bend forward, giving him everything, me for a night. Placing my hands on the bed, I roll my hips, giving him more of an angle to see. Spider’s hand lands on my ass, a hard smack followed by an echo in the barren room. My chest heaves and I know I’ve pushed him. That was the whole point. There is a time for obedience and respect, but this isn’t that time. This is raw fucking.

  I moan and arch into his direction, begging for more. The other ass cheek receives the same treatment. My flesh burns from the flame of his hands against it. My breathing is labored, and lust coats every sound coming from me. Spider loses control and smacks my ass five more times in quick succession before his fist has an iron-tight hold on the back of my hair. He rips me back up toward him.

  “Never, I mean never, call the shots. This will never fucking happen again like this. I’m taking your pussy for myself.” He shoves me back down onto the mattress. The rustle of his pants and the promise of his intent thickens the air around us, propelling us into destruction.

  Spider groans and buries himself balls deep inside me. I don’t have to wait long before his hips let loose and he fucks me within an inch of my life. It feels so different, so good. Each thrust is purposeful. Every one for him. The dirty rawness sparks the devil from within, and I love it.

  This shouldn’t feel right, but the wrong feels just right. An evil smile creeps upon my face but momentarily falls when he doesn’t stop to grab a condom. Spider fucks me raw. He glides back through the slick lips of my pussy. Reaching between my legs, my fingers run over his slick dick sliding in and out. He hisses above me, “Fuck, sucia,” and slows a fraction to take more, feeling everything. My clit aches with pressure. I can’t stop myself from caressing the swollen nub in tight, quick circles.

  Spider’s movements become faster and faster. I’m about to come, but he beats me to it, ripping my hand away just moments before I explode around him. An evil chuckle escapes him, and he pulls out after he empties himself inside me. Spider’s pants are back up by the time I stand and pull my skirt down. “Get the fuck out and go home. You don’t get to feel like a good girl when you’re acting like a bitch.”

  Snatching my shirt off the floor, I turn and give him my middle finger before I open and slam shut the door behind me. I do the walk of shame down the hallway in my bra. Eyes pull in my direction at my disheveled arrival. There is only one person… scratch that. I wanted them all to see, and especially Kilo to see, my sexed appearance. He sits at the bar, pounding shots with a face of pure fury. He scowls his discontent for me, and I give him a nod on my way out.

  Busting through the front door, I feel like a free bird and a thousand pounds lighter. It’s cocky to say I just won some grand prize, but I did. It adds to the spike of pent-up lust. I open my car door and sit, dragging in ragged breaths. Pulling my skirt up, I rub my aching pussy, looking for release. My lashes flutter before I rest my head on the steering wheel and stroke my clit with great ambition. It doesn’t take long to take the edge off before I come by my hand, and I toss my head back when it’s released.

  I take in a few deep, calming breaths. My door flies open and I am whipped out of my car. Kilo’s fingers dig in with harsh intent. A scream is about to leave my throat when his hand clamps down over my mouth. He uses his weight against me and pins me to my car.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The malice in Kilo’s voice stops me dead in my tracks from fighting back. “No one fucks my bitch. And you are that, aren’t you, Jazz?”

  It’s then my vision is focused on the crazed eyes of the man I used to know, but I can’t speak, I can’t move. His grip loosens and I hear the sound of a zipper telling me what he wants from me. My hands try to push and claw my way out. His maniacal laugh fills the air around us. “That’s it, baby, fight me. You mad I had another girl with me?” He moans the more I try to fight. I try to kick, elbow him, anything, but I can't. He's so fucking close, there’s nothing I can do.

  Kilo starts to claw at my legs. His nails feel lik
e dull knives cutting my skin.

  “What the hell is going on out here? Jazz, you okay?” Snake calls from the dark corner, walking our way. I’m forgotten and shoved to the side. Panting, I try to answer, but the shock holds me captive.

  “It’s cool, ese. Jazz and I just had a disagreement. You know, same old shit.” Ever so slowly, Kilo tucks his dick back into his pants and gives me a look that tells me everything. Snitches end up in ditches. “Babe, we’ll finish this later.” He gives me a gentle kiss on the head, tucks me into the car, and shuts the door. Snake briefly looks at me and then nods. God, he knows. My limbs shake like leaves. Everything in me tells me to run. Turning the engine on, I switch gears and pull out of the parking lot.

  What the hell just happened, and what have I done?

  Chapter 5

  Jazzy

  I was so fucking wrong.

  I’ve gone wild and have been in the wind, avoiding Kilo and dodging calls for a few weeks now. Angie has been worried the nights I have stayed at her house. Kilo won’t come for me there. He’s left a handful of messages and texts, but there isn’t a message that I want to read or hear from him. He joked about that night, saying it was a moment of passion. That was not passion. I will never know who that man has become.

  I was so stressed, I thought I was literally worried sick. I thought it was the trauma of that night, stress, and the dreams, but in the last few weeks, every day I’ve felt worse. Time was all I thought I needed, but I’m emotionally exhausted. So, to get away and shift my mind off everything, I came to visit my mom, hoping the change in scenery would help me to get my shit together. But I missed so many things along the way. Especially one thing particularly important—my period.