BREAKER: EVIL SAINTS MC

by Alexa Rynn

I felt so lost and confused.

  No doubt Cutter had figured out what I had done by now. He was probably pissed off and looking for me so that he could hand me over in pieces to The Misfits. I don’t know why I even cared. Cutter was such a jerk, it shouldn’t matter if he was pissed off at me or not.

  But somehow it did, somehow I still cared what he thought about me.

  I shot up in bed and looked around, I’d heard something. Something faint but definitely something. I grabbed my gun off the table next to the bed and pulled the curtain back on the window.

  The parking lot was black and silent, just like it had been all night.

  I did another scan but still saw nothing.

  Ugh, I was so paranoid.

  Is this what my life was gong to be like? Every time I heard the littlest thing I was going to turn around? Looking behind every corner and under every bed? I needed to get out of the state and fast.

  I shook my head.

  I would hold off until morning and then first thing I would book a flight somewhere far, far, away. Somewhere safe. Once I was there I would contact my mom and sister and explain everything.

  I didn’t have time for any luxuries if I wanted to live.

  And then I heard it again.

  The faint sound of something, almost like a tick.

  By the time I turned around the door was already being kicked in.

  Two men were through the door before I had a chance to fully realize what was happening. I could only see the eyelids of one of the men as he lunged at me before I cocked the gun back and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him in the shoulder and his eyes widened in shock.

  He wasn’t the only one.

  Had I really just shot someone?

  The man with him was three times my size and had tattoos covering his whole face. He looked at his brother, stunned by what had just happened. “You fucking cunt,” he growled. “You shot him.”

  “Stay back!” I shouted, pointing the gun at him. “Stay back or I’ll shoot you!”

  “Jesus,” the one I shot said. “No one told us she was crazy.”

  The other guy shook his head. “We aren’t going to hurt you, honey, just put the gun down. We just came to talk to you, that’s all.” He took a step closer to me. “Give me the gun.”

  “GET BACK!” I yelled again. My hands were shaking like crazy.

  “We don’t have time for this.” The one I shot lunged at me, trying to wrestle me to the ground and take the gun from me. His buddy was yanking me across the floor toward the door when he was knocked in the head from behind.

  I jumped to my feet and gasped.

  Cutter.

  “Come here, bitch.” The biker I shot recovered fast, getting to his feet again. My gun had fallen to the ground during the struggle and now he held it, pointing it to my temple. I glanced at Cutter, punching the shit out of the other guy. All I could see was a sea of blood around their bodies.

  The biker who had the gun pointed at me followed my gaze. “Ah, shit.” He turned his gun toward Cutter and cocked the safety off.

  “No!” I jumped up and punched him in the shoulder, digging my fingers into his open wound and lunging myself on his back. He cried out in pain and tried to fling me off him but I didn’t let go of his wound.

  I glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Cutter climb off the guy, pull a gun out of his waistband and pull the trigger. I dropped off the guy I was tackling, stunned.

  “NO!” The guy I was on called out, forgetting about his own pain for the time being. He ran over to where his brother was laying on the floor in a pool of blood, his head blown off.

  Cutter looked down at the body, rage in his eyes as his chest pounded up and down fiercely. I had never seen anything so scary in my entire life. I turned around and threw up all over the bed, unable to hold back my emotions any longer.

  It was humiliating but there was so much blood, so much blood.

  The biker’s insides were sprawled out on the floor of my hotel room.

  I looked back up at Cutter. His hands were covered in blood and his hair was all messed up. His shirt was torn down the center exposing his perfect chiseled abs. He looked so dirty and sexy.

  And dangerous.

  The man shook the dead body, screaming. “You fucking killed him!”

  Cutter barely knew he existed; his eyes were on me, on my body and expression. His eyes traveled to the pile of vomit on the floor and he raised his eyebrows at me. “Get yourself under control.”

  It was a command, not a request.

  Tears formed in my eyes. How had I gotten involved in something so crazy? This wasn’t real, I had to be dreaming, was no way this could be really happening to me.

  “You’re fucking dead, bitch.” The guy on the ground looked up at me. “Both of you are fucking dead when my brother’s find out about this! YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ONE OF OURS!” He was screaming now, rage combined with shock was making him hysterical. “NO ONE KILLS ONE OF US AND LIVES TO TALK ABOUT IT FOR LONG!”

  Fear and emotion clouded my vision.

  Cutter put his hand on my shoulder and I jumped.

  He grabbed my hand and shoved his gun inside of it. “Do it,” he whispered. His gaze is locked on my eyes instead of the bloody man and the dead body on the floor.

  I shook my head. “Do what?”

  “Finish what you started,” Cutter told me. “You have to finish it.”

  I looked up at him. “You want me to… you want me to kill him?”

  He didn’t have to answer. The look on his face was answer enough.

  I shook my head. “Are you nuts? I can’t… I can’t kill a man.”

  Cutter turned my body toward him, cupping my chin in his hands. “Look at me. Do you trust me?” He was smearing blood all over my chin and I inhaled the stench. He ran his finger over my lips and I ran my tongue over them, tasting the red liquid. “You do, don’t you? You trust me and you don’t know why because you’ve just met me… but it’s not as crazy as you think, Grace. Feelings don’t lie and this is what has to be done.” He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and moved closer to me. “Do it.”

  The guy on the floor leaped up from the floor and made a run for the door but it was too late, I’d already pulled the gun up with shaky hands and pointed it at him.

  “Do it,” Cutter ordered. “Pull the trigger, Grace.”

  And with a tremble, I did.

  Not once, not twice, but three clean rounds.

  And then his corpse slumped to the ground.

  Dead as a doornail.

  Chapter Eight

  CUTTER

  She sat on the bed in her little skirt and shirt; blood stained her hands and face. She looked faded and confused, sick to her stomach over what she had just done. Taken the life of a man.

  A man who deserved far worse.

  I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.

  I had had the feeling that she was special, that she was different.

  Now I was positive.

  Positive that I was linked to her in ways I didn’t fully understand yet.

  I was so damaged and fucked up. I knew I wasn’t what she needed. A good girl like her didn’t need a guy like me. I was as bad as they came but I didn’t give a fuck. Being near her was too thrilling to care if it was right or wrong.

  Since when did I give a fuck about what was right anyway?

  Last time I checked it was never.

  I took the gun out of her hand and rolled it back and forth between my fingers. “You did the right thing, Grace.” I moved closer to her, letting my eyes travel down her chest and stomach. “It was what needed to be done.”

  “Was it?” She looked up at me, defeated. Her dark hair was sticking to her forehead and she had blood smeared all over her cheeks and lips. “How could that be right?”

  I leaned down and took her hands in mine, pulling her to her feet. “Come on.” I pulled her after me gently. “Careful not to step in the blood,” I to
ld her when we reached the two bodies in the middle of the floor.

  She stepped over them and followed me wordlessly into the bathroom.

  I slipped my shirt over my head and reached into the shower, turning on the hot water. “It’s going to be okay, Grace. You did good, really good.” I reached out to her and pushed her hair off her face.

  Her bright eyes searched mine. She looked so damaged.

  So hot.

  “I… I shot him.” Her voice cracked. “I just shot him.”

  I smiled. “You sure did.” I took my hands and traced over the outline of her shirt with my fingers. “It was perfect. Come on, hands up.” She hesitated for a second but then stuck her hands straight up in the air, allowing me to strip her shirt off completely.

  My eyes drifted down to her boobs. They were bigger than I thought.

  My cock immediately started to rise in my pants.

  Her eyes traveled to the other room where the dead bodies were still visible through the open door. It was mostly a blur of dark red. I knew she was overwhelmed but it actually wasn’t that much blood, not compared to what it could have been.

  I’d seen worse before.

  Way worse.

  “I… I…” She stuttered.

  “Shhh,” I soothed her. “It’s going to be okay.”

  I picked her up still in her skirt and bra and slowly set her inside of the shower. “Let me clean you up.” I climbed in after her and took in her beautiful body. She stood directly under the faucet, hot water dripping through her hair and all the way down her face.

  I grabbed a washcloth off the rack and dropped a bunch of soap on it and then I started to slowly rub the blood off her body, getting her nice and clean. She didn’t speak, her eyes studying me the entire time. She looked so perfect all wet like she was placed here just for me.

  She had just killed a man simply because I told her to.

  It was thrilling and exciting and my body knew it.

  I could barely control myself any longer.

  I reached down and brushed my lips against hers.

  Even through her shock and the water, I could see the blush that crept into her cheeks. The realization only made my dick happier. Good girls were the best kinds of girls.

  I leaned down again and kissed her once more, harder this time.

  I was hungry for her and it showed.

  She gasped into my mouth and I took the opportunity to stick my tongue into her mouth and taste her fully. She was so sweet, like a lollipop that you would suck on after fucking a broad on top of the washing machine or somewhere else equally as hot.

  That was the feeling she gave me just by making out.

  She pulled back after a few seconds, breathing heavily. “This is wrong.”

  I leaned into her, reassuring her. “Does it feel wrong, Grace?”

  She bit her lip softly then shook her head. “No.”

  “That’s because it’s not.”

  I took her hand and placed it on the top of my jeans. “See what you do to me.” She blushed deeper and I growled in satisfaction, placing my hand on top of hers and rubbing it up and down my dick.

  She rubbed it up and down slowly, water dripping in her mouth. “It’s huge,” she said it half-heartedly, like it was funny. But I saw something deeper in her eyes, she was nervous. She probably hadn’t been with that many guys and was anxious about my size.

  The information only made me want her more.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I told her, smirking. I pushed her hand away and unbuckled my belt, unzipping my jeans just enough that my hard cock sprung out into action.

  Her eyes grew wide at the sight of it and I chuckled.

  “It’s okay,” I told her. “Go ahead.”

  She still didn't move and I sighed, moving closer to her. “Grace, go ahead and taste it.” I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her head down toward my crotch.

  The suspense was torture but finally, I felt her mouth around my cock, sucking it slowly. She worked her tongue in and out around my large shaft, sucking it like the good girl she was.

  I moaned and it only encouraged her more, forcing more of me into her mouth. Even with her best efforts she’d only managed to take half of me but I didn't mind, she was a trooper and sucked me off for what felt like hours. Every time I was about to cum I'd take her mouth off me and regain my composure, wanting to drag it out for as long as possible.

  “Look at me,” I told her, wanting to see her pretty eyes.

  She looked up at me, sticking my dick in and out of her mouth.

  God, she was perfect. My dick was never that hard and I wasn’t even fucking her, she was just giving me some head. I took her head in my hands and shoved myself deeper in her mouth, forcing my cock so deep into her mouth that I could feel that throat.

  She gagged for a second but I held her head in place. “Shh, take it, take it.” She did, opening her mouth even wider and allowing herself to gag on top of my cock. I moaned. “Yes, good girl, good girl.” It felt so fucking good.

  I throat fucked her for another few seconds and then jerked my dick out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. I grinned. She was a good girl who was a nasty wet mess right now.

  Good girls who you could make act bad were my favorite.

  A good girl who was bad just for me.

  “Again,” I told her. “Take it again.”

  She opened up and took me down her throat, letting me hold her head in place while I got off before I finally nut in her mouth. My hot cum dripped down her throat. “Swallow it,” I demanded.

  And she did, every drop.

  I panted heavily and pulled myself out of her mouth, too satisfied to even speak. She shot to her feet and looked at me, her face was so red.

  “Did I… I mean…was that okay?”

  I huffed. “Are you kidding? It was amazing.”

  She smiled shyly and looked down at the shower floor.

  I reached around her and cut off the water.

  I had bodies to get rid of.

  Chapter Nine

  GRACE

  Blaze looked around the bloody hotel room. “Well, if they didn’t want to wage war before they definitely will now.” He leaned over one of the lifeless bodies and studied the bullet-wrecked face. “This is Devil and his brother.” Blaze ran his hand through his dark hair.

  “I know who they are,” Cutter grabbed a large bag out of the duffel bag Blaze had brought and started unfolding it across the floor. “I’m not blind.” The black bag was so big that it covered most of the carpet.

  “Then you know that The Misfits are going to miss them, they’re full brothers, brothers who were probably sent here with the sole purpose of bringing Grace back to the committee. When they don’t come back they’re going to come looking for them.” Blaze shook his head. “Devil is one of their main hit men for Crist sake.”

  Cutter huffed. “Some hit man, Grace took him out in a few shots.”

  Blaze looked at me for the first time since he arrived. “Oh, I guess we should be grateful that you just knocked Heather out and didn’t kill her then.” He looked like the thought of me repulsed him.

  “I already talked to her about that,” Cutter told him.

  Which was a lie but judging by the look he shot me after he said it I was guessing that we would have a talk about it later. We’d been a little too busy to get into much else besides the dead bodies on the floor and… his huge dick in my mouth.

  The thought alone was enough to send shivers up and down my spine. I had never even taken a shower with a man before and less than an hour ago I had sucked a man’s dick with a huge pool of water splashing down around me. It was a first… but this whole night was one of firsts.

  I’d never killed a man before either.

  The image of me pulling the trigger and sending a man down in a pile of blood flashed through my mind. Was Cutter right? Had it been the only way? It felt like it at the time, be or be killed.

  They had
come there to take me, to kill me. To do unthinkable things to me. So why did I still feel guilty about what had happened? I glanced at Cutter. He pulled gloves over his hands and picked up one of the feet of a body, pulling it closer to the bag.

  What he had said before I shot at whoever he was had been the truth. I did trust Cutter. Yeah, he had taken me and tied me to a bed but he was only trying to protect me. If it wasn’t for him I would have been raped and killed by now, if it weren’t for him I wouldn’t even be allowed to worry about the hit man I had just murdered.

  How many lives had he taken before I took his?

  It took a second for me to realize that Blaze was still staring at me while Cutter was loading up the bodies into their bags. “I’m sorry about that,” I told him. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just… I freaked out. I had to get out of there and I was scared she was going to tell Cutter I’d gotten away.”

  “You should apologize to her, not me,” Blaze pointed out.

  “I will,” I assured him.

  I made a mental note to keep in mind that if I upset Heather in the future I would be upsetting Blaze, too. I’d dismissed Heather’s feelings as a silly schoolgirl crush earlier but now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe Blaze liked her just as much as she liked him.

  I wondered how Cutter would feel about that. Something told me he wouldn’t be a fan of it. He seemed to like control too much to allow something like that to go on.

  Blaze nodded, excepting my answer. “Good.”

  “Good,” Cutter said, pushing one of the bodies fully into a black bag and zipping it halfway up. “Now that you two have that all worked out, would you mind helping me wrap this shit up?”

  Blaze shook out of his jacket. “Throw me some gloves.”

  Cutter reached for them but stopped midway. “Did you hear that?”

  “Footsteps,” Blaze whispered, nodding.

  “I didn’t hear anything,” I frowned.

  Cutter grabbed me by the arm and yanked me off the bed. “Come on.” He opened the closet door and stuffed me inside. “Grace,” he glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. “It’s very important that no matter what you hear going on out here you don’t make a sound.”

  “But…”