Blizzard: (The Brotherhood Journals Book One)

by Jane, Addison

  There was a loud banging sound that cut me off just as I opened my mouth. The three boys all looked at each other with varying expression.

  “I’ll go,” Edge offered, standing from his seat.

  Lane.

  My mind suddenly raced. “Oh, hey! Can I use the bathroom?” Edge stopped but didn’t turn. “I think I had too many wines earlier…” I let out a small laugh, “…don’t usually get to drink on the job.”

  I watched Edge turn his head to Sith, who gave a slight nod.

  “Come on,” Edge said, stepping onto the first step. “You can use the one in my room.”

  “Thanks.” I jumped up from my seat and maneuvered my way through them feeling their eyes on me the whole time. Following Edge, we headed up the small staircase. There was a modest landing at the top with a couple of doors off it, but Edge led me to the hall that was off to the left.

  There was banging again and I jumped. Edge stopped and came around behind me now, directing me with a hand on my back. He pushed open a door and herded me into his room. “There someone else here?” I asked, turning back to him.

  “Yeah, Sith’s niece is with us. She has a tendency to be a brat and run away, so we have to keep her door locked.” The explanation was weird, but playing Lane off as a rebellious teen was not so stupid. Parenting these days could be pretty extreme, so it wasn’t unheard of for parents to feel like they needed to keep their children captive if they were the type to sneak out at night and go to parties.

  I nodded. “While you’re home, though, isn’t she allowed out where you can watch her. Must be pretty boring being locked away all the time.”

  Edge gestured to the bathroom that was off the side. “I’ll go see what she needs. Stay here and I’ll come back to get you.”

  I stepped inside and closed the door, making sure I lifted the toilet seat and sat down so it at least sounded like I was going in case he was listening carefully. The bathroom was reasonably clean, men’s products in the shower and the vanity. It seemed normal.

  But this situation was everything but normal.

  I gave it some time before I flushed and stepped out.

  Edge wasn’t back yet, so I tiptoed over to the door and poked my head out. He stood with his back to me, watching the door at the other end of the hall.

  “I’m gonna give you a bucket soon if you keep peeing this fucking much,” he grumbled, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling in exasperation.

  The door he was guarding swung open and there stood a beautiful tiny blonde. Her hair framed her thin face. Her eyes had dark circles under them, but they were still bright. She had bruising around her wrists but otherwise looked okay. I relaxed a little, knowing she wasn’t hurt.

  Lane turned her lip up in a sneer as she faced Edge. “I’m pregnant dipshit. That’s what happens.”

  My hand flew to my mouth to cover the gasp. The movement must have caught her eye because suddenly her eyes were on me. I shook my head and placed one finger up to my lips, hoping she wouldn’t say anything.

  He finally brought his face down to look at her and she flicked her eyes back to him. “Not my baby. Not my problem. Should’ve told your little boyfriend to wrap his tiny cock.”

  “Fuck you,” she spat.

  I slipped back into the room, walking softly over to the bed and sitting at the edge with my back to the door. I needed him to think I couldn’t have heard their conversation, so I pulled out my phone and quickly changed Kev’s phone number so it read Uncle Anthony and pushed call.

  It rang once before he answered. “Are you okay?”

  “Look, Uncle, I’m not coming back, no matter what you say,” I grumbled into the phone. I heard a door slam and footsteps coming down the hall. “It’s my life.”

  “Clear your throat if you’re all right.”

  I did exactly that before I spoke again. “You’re just like him. Trying to control me all the time.”

  “Have you seen her?” Kev asked quickly.

  “Yeah. Okay,” I murmured like I was sad. I hoped that Kev would get my double meaning. “Bye.”

  I sighed, hanging up and running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

  “He’s not happy, I’m guessing.”

  I jumped like I hadn’t known he was there. Groaning I turned to him. “Apparently I’m ruining his reputation.” This was the truth. I knew that’s exactly how my uncle felt. Instead of going back, I’d gone to the club who had killed a member of his family, his eldest son. I was betraying them essentially. And for a family that was built on secrecy and loyalty, that was the worst thing I could do.

  “It can be hard when your family expects so much from you.” He stepped into the room and took a seat on the opposite side of the bed. “My dad, the only thing he gives a shit about is me having kids, breeding the next generation of Vultures.”

  “And that’s not something you want?”

  He pulled his cap off and tossed it onto the bed. “I was a kid that grew up in our world. Look how fucked up I turned out. Not to mention Peach isn’t exactly mothering material. The boys laugh because they reckon she’s getting it on with the boys behind my back. I don’t know, though.”

  He seemed a little broken. Like this world isn’t exactly what he wanted, but because it was how he was raised it was what he was stuck with.

  “You’re not fucked up, Edge,” I told him softly.

  He laughed. “You know why they call me Edge?”

  I was surprised but I shook my head.

  “Because my emotions change so fucking quickly. I’m always on that edge. Someone could say something I don’t like and I’ll flip.” He smiled. “Most kids would go to anger management or some shit, I guess. But not me, my dad encouraged that shit.”

  A heavy feeling settled in my stomach. This was not good. So far, I’d managed to keep in his good books, but what would happen when I said the wrong thing.

  “Aren’t families just great!” I murmured sarcastically, hoping to play off the tension I was feeling so he wouldn’t feel it.

  He smiled. “Yeah, but he’s my dad. My family.”

  Edge was where I was a few months ago, stuck in that ‘blood is thicker than water’ mentality. But Blizzard and The Brothers had shown me that wasn’t always the case. Sometimes it’s the people who went out of their way to be there for you and care for you that mean the most. Sometimes it’s the people who were there for you even though they weren’t blood related that are the most loyal and the most trusted. They don’t feel obligated. They are doing it because they want to, not because they feel they have to.

  “That’s exactly what I thought about my dad,” I told him quietly, battling the emotions that came when I thought about what he’d put me through. “He forced my hand onto a hot stove,” I held it up so he could see. The skin was still different despite the burn not being as bad as it first seemed.

  Edge just stared at it in shock. “Fucking hell.”

  “Are you two fucking or what?” I heard Rip yell from downstairs. “This hit isn’t gonna last forever.”

  Edge shook his head as if trying to get it out of a fog. “Come on.”

  I followed him out but paused at the top of the stairs. “Do you think I could steal a cigarette and a light off one of the guys?”

  “Sure, babe.”

  I hoped Lane had heard me and she understood. I hoped it gave her some kind of relief.

  We were here and she would be coming home.

  Her and that baby.

  I was done waiting.

  I’d told Optimus to go fuck himself as he stood and laughed at me and headed out before dawn the next morning. Guilt sat in my stomach as I thought about leaving Jayla behind, but when I explained to her that I was going to get Rose and bring her home she beamed with excitement.

  I was going to stay true to my word.

  She was coming home with me. Fuck everything else. We could figure the rest out later. But I needed her now.

  I was sick of thinkin
g about the ‘what if’s’ because if I kept focusing on them, soon I was going to lose everything. Then the only thing I’d be thinking about was the ‘could haves’ and that shit scared me a lot more.

  I took Op’s truck which drove me even crazier. I hated being locked in a cage for that long and Arkansas was a long drive. But I couldn’t risk being seen on my bike in town. The less attention drawn, the better.

  I parked out the back of The Backroom and it wasn’t long before Judge appeared in the doorway.

  “‘Bout time you sorted your shit out,” he said, walking toward me.

  I lifted my shades and placed them on my head. “Just tell me how to find her, old man.”

  He laughed. “You should be more respectful to your elders.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “And you should be more careful what you say to the people who are effectively saving your club’s ass. Don’t think just because you’re with my mom that you’re my daddy or some shit.”

  “Yeah, heard what a stand-up man he is.”

  I pushed off the truck, my skin bristling at his comment. Yeah, my dad was an asshole, but fuck if I would let him speak about him. It was just principle.

  “Tell me where the fuck she is?”

  His broad grin showed through his thick beard. “Rose is heading back out later to meet with them. While she’s gone, you can come round to our place and see your mother.”

  He was fucking bargaining with me. “You’re seriously doing this? I could just ring Kev and ask him.”

  He shook his head, still fucking smiling. “He doesn’t know. Only Skins, Light and I know where she is. Safer that way.”

  “You don’t trust my men?”

  “I trust mine more.”

  It was fucking pointless standing here arguing with him. He wouldn’t back down, even if I clocked him in the face with my fist. This bastard was a hard ass. I guess I’m not surprised.

  “Fine.”

  “Good.” He pulled a piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans. “Turn left out the exit and head up the road a few miles. It’s the only apartment block on the right side of the road. She’s in 10D. It’s out the back.”

  I held up the paper he’d given me. “Why do I need this then?”

  He turned and walked away. “We have dinner at six.”

  Smartass motherfucker.

  I threw myself back in the truck. It didn’t take me long to find the place he was talking about. The apartments were nice, new. I was glad she wasn’t stuck in some run down motel or some shit. They were looking after her.

  I pulled up around the back, that way my truck couldn’t be seen from the road and it wasn’t obvious to anyone who I was visiting. The doors were locked. To get inside you either needed a key card or to be buzzed in by someone who lived there.

  I found 10D and pressed the buzzer.

  It took a minute, but I finally heard her voice.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, baby.” I liked the way that sounded.

  “Blizzard?” I could hear the smile in her voice and wished I could see it.

  “Gonna let me in?”

  The door buzzed and I pulled it open, jogging over to the staircase and leaping up the stairs to the second floor.

  She was already standing at her door waiting for me as I got to the top. I made quick work getting to her, only stopping to bend and place both hands on her ass so I could pick her up. I kicked the door closed with my foot, knowing I didn’t have to lock it because the only way anyone could get in was by swiping a card.

  She laughed, wrapping herself around me as I continued through. “What are you doing here?”

  “Came to fuck my woman.” I veered down the hall. The place only had one bedroom so it wasn’t hard to find. I tossed her on the huge bed but she just stared at me with her mouth wide open. “Good to see those lips already open for my cock.”

  I started tugging at my belt, loosening it before starting on my button and fly. I’d been hard since I heard her voice over the intercom. Fuck that. I’d been hard since I left the clubhouse this morning.

  “I’m confused.”

  I groaned, looking up at the ceiling and praying for patience. “Baby, seriously?”

  She pushed herself off the bed. “Seriously,” she repeated. “I’m not sure what’s happening.”

  I took her face in my hands. “I know I’m an idiot. I fucking want you. I don’t care what’s happened. I’m not willing to risk not having you in my life just because I’m a stubborn old bastard who’s too proud to admit when he’s wrong.”

  She wrapped her hands around my wrists. “I hurt you. I understand why you’re apprehensive.”

  Shaking my head and pulling her against me I whispered. “Not anymore.”

  “I think I’m dreaming again.”

  I couldn’t hide my satisfied grin. “You been dreaming about me, baby.”

  Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. “I dreamt you were in my hotel room the day after I got back to Athens.”

  “You thought that was a dream?” Laughter burst from me and she looked at me, startled.

  “It wasn’t?” she asked.

  “Damn baby, I didn’t do very well if you thought that shit was all in your head.” I dropped my head and pressed my forehead against hers. “Guess I better make up for it.”

  I pulled her mouth to mine and they crashed together in a frenzy. Her hands ran up my arms and wound themselves around my neck as I devoured her.

  She had on a tight little tank top and some cut off jean shorts. I grabbed the bottom of her tank and she lifted her arms eagerly, so I could pull it over her head. Her shorts went next and with a quick flick of a button and a shimmy of her hips they fell to the floor.

  I stopped, taking the time to admire her and feel her skin. I ran my hands over her toned stomach, sliding them up her sides. She felt perfect. Smooth. Silky.

  Putting her hands behind her, she unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms, tossing it across the room with a flick of her wrist.

  I chuckled lightly, lifting my hand to palm her full breast. “It’s okay, baby. Calm down. I’m just taking my time.” My thumb flicked over her nipple, extracting a light moan.

  “Screw that,” she ground out. Her hand dove into my pants and I gritted my teeth as she grabbed hold of my cock, wrapping her fingers around it tightly. “Fuck me, now.”

  I wanted to take this slow. Explore her body and see what made her tick. But with her hand in my pants, tugging on my dick, no way was that happening.

  There’d be time for exploring later.

  “Your wish is my command.” I grabbed a hold of her and spun her around, pressing between her shoulder blades and forcing her body to bend over. She held herself up with her hands against the mattress as I ripped her panties down, leaving them in a pool around her ankles. “Fucking hell.”

  Her perfect little ass was round and smooth. I squeezed it with my hands on both her cheeks, massaging deeply with my fingers. She wiggled it back, brushing against my cock that had now sprung free of my jeans. I tugged them off, kicking them to the side and hauling my shirt over my head at record speed.

  There wasn’t going to be anything between us, I wanted to feel every part of her.

  I helped her to lift her feet out of her panties and spread her wide before crouching down behind her so I could see the glorious view. A bare pussy shone back at me, glistening with wetness.

  I slapped both hands down on her cheeks again earning me a soft hiss. Massaging away the sting I used my hands to spread her apart.

  The instant my tongue touched her sweetness she bucked, pushing herself further into my face. I fucking loved it. My tongue moved slowly, at first, lapping at the juices and taking everything in, her taste and her smell. It was fucking amazing.

  “Oh God, Blizzard.” She began to move her hips with me, rubbing herself against my mouth. I delivered another swift slap to her with one of my hands, causing her to cry out my name.

  I att
acked her clit relentlessly, even as her legs began to shake and her breathing quickened as though she was about to explode. I pulled away and she whimpered but when I filled her with two fingers and began to thrust she began to match my movements again.

  “Fuck, baby. You taste so good. Sweet like a damn fruit.”

  Lowering her top half down onto the bed she mumbled into the blankets. I reached over and threaded my fingers through her hair, grabbing it in a handful and pulling her head back.

  She moaned loudly, “God yes.”

  “What was that you said, baby?” I asked, slowing my pace.

  “I said you’re gonna make me come,” she cried out. “Please. Don’t stop.”

  I smirked, pulling her hair a little tighter now I knew she liked it.

  It wasn’t long before I felt her tighten around me and she let out a relieved sigh as her legs gave way and she finally got the release she was searching for.

  I stood behind her with a tight smile and my arms folded across my chest, admiring her beautiful form as she clutched onto the bed in an attempt to breathe.

  “Learned something new about you,” I commented. Her eyes sparkled up at me. “You like it a little rough.”

  My cock twitched at just the thought of how hard I could pound into her and know that she would fucking love every inch.

  She licked her lips, the flush on her face from her orgasm giving her a soft glow. “You gonna use that thing or is it just for show?”

  “It’s all yours, baby.”

  I gritted my teeth as she turned onto her hands and knees and began crawling toward me. Fucking hell. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, watching her prowl like a tiger hunting its meal. She moved swiftly and sensually until she stopped right at my feet.

  Sitting back on her knees she looked up at me through her thick lashes, a sexy little smirk growing on her mouth. Her hand traced up my leg, a light touch until she reached what she craved. Lifting up so it sat right in front of her face, she held it tightly in her hand, flicking her tongue out to tease the tip. I jerked, the sensation like an electric bolt shooting through my body. Then without warning, she slipped the whole thing in her mouth, deeper than any fucking club girl ever had.