by Alexa Rynn
Under normal circumstances, I would have been open to the advance.
I’d just preferred that she be naked.
“Now, you’re going to die in the middle of the street, in front of your cruiser, while I use your gun.” The guy shook his head, more tears coming down his face. “Oh, don’t,” I howled. “Don’t cry and beg like a little bitch, it’s so unattractive.”
Grace dug her fingers into the skin on my neck, scratching me.
“What the fuck?” I spun around to face her, my gun still pointed at Rick. “What the hell is your problem now?”
“Snap out of it!” She moved closer to me. “Cutter, please don’t do this.”
“I have to.”
She shook her head. “You don’t. Please, haven’t…” She looked down at the ground. “Haven’t enough people died for one night?” I could see the guilty look in her eyes, like maybe if she could save this man it could somehow make up for the life she had taken earlier today.
The world didn’t work that way.
And the sooner she learned that the better off she would be.
“What do you think is gong to happen when he leaves here?” I stepped back, waving the gun in the air. “You think he’s just going to forget the whole thing happened and that no one is going to come after me?”
“I’m not going to tell anyone! I swear!”
“You shut the fuck up.” I waved the gun in his direction then turned back to Grace. “He’s gong to tell his cop buddies and then they are going to come after me and if they can’t make anything stick then they are going to harass me and my brothers even more than they already do.” I sighed and glanced down the road. “I can’t have that, I just can’t.”
“Cutter,” she pleaded with me. “He’s not going to tell anyone. Come on, let’s just leave, we can get on Patty and take off. No one will even know we were here.” She was tugging on my arm, trying to pull me after her.
I pulled away from her. “God, you really are like a child, Grace. You’re so naïve I don’t even know how the fuck you survive.” Didn’t she get anything? Did I have to explain everything to her?
Tears started to form behind her eyes.
Great, now I had two crybabies on my hands.
I sighed and pulled her toward me. “Fine, you want to make nothing into something then you take care of it.” I shoved the gun in her hand and pointed at the shriveled up cop on the ground.
“I don’t understand…”
“Do I have to spell out everything for you?” I pointed toward the ground. “You’re so worked up about this so you can be the one to pull the God damn trigger.”
Her mouth hung open and she shoved the gun into my chest. “You’ve officially lost your mind, I’m not killing a cop!” She took a step away from me like she might catch whatever evil I had spun around inside of me.
“You have to.”
“I don’t have to do anything, Cutter!”
“Are you saying no?”
“Damn right I’m saying no!” She threw her hands up in the air. “I’m not going to kill an innocent man who didn’t do anything to me and you shouldn’t either!”
“Isn’t that what you just did earlier?”
Her face turned white. “That was different, he was going to kill me.”
“And? This scum was going to rape you.”
“We don’t know that.”
Was she really stupid enough to believe that?
“Pull the trigger, Grace.”
She shook her head. “You aren’t going to make me this time.”
Make her? Was she joking?
“You’re refusing?”
She nodded. “I am.”
“Then get out of here,” I snapped. “I have no use for you.”
She walked over to my bike and crossed one arm in front of the other. “Fine, then, Cutter, you know best. I’ll just stand over here out of your way like a good girl.”
“No,” I barked. “I mean get lost altogether. Figure shit out yourself.”
Fear crept into her eyes. “You mean?”
“I mean I’m done with you, I don’t have time for little girl bullshit.”
“You’re done with me because I won’t kill someone?” She looked dumbfounded. “That doesn’t even make any sense.” She shook her head. “What the fuck… what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong with me, I’m fucking perfect. I thought you were special but you’re not, you’re just like everyone else.” I walked over to the cop and kicked him in the stomach, digging around in his pocket for his wallet. This was all for the best anyway, why had I allowed myself to let my guard down for even a second?
Bad boys like me didn’t go around saving girls and hiding them from their brothers. What the fuck had I been thinking? Grace had been nothing but trouble since the second she walked into my life.
I didn’t need her. I didn’t need anyone but my brothers.
The emotional pull she seemed to have on me would fade.
Just like everything else I had cared about in my life.
I finally found the black leather case and pulled his license out, sticking it in my back pocket. “Anyone finds out about this or anything happens to me and those beautiful kids of yours won't live to see another day.” I threw the wallet down on the concrete and stomped over to my bike.
“Cutter!” Grace pleaded.
I sprung the engine to life and climbed on.
“Cutter! You can’t! You can’t just leave me here!”
“Watch me.”
And then I did just that.
Chapter Eleven
GRACE
He had just left me there, all alone on the side of the road like I hadn’t meant shit to him. What the hell was wrong with him? And what the hell was wrong with me that I was so damn upset about it?
I had taken off into the woods after Cutter took off. I’d been convinced he would cool off and come to his senses after a few minutes but he hadn’t. What could I do? Stay there and wait for someone to drive by and see me?
I was fucked, royally fucked.
Some of the most dangerous men in the city were looking for me and I had nowhere to go and no one to help me. I wandered through the woods and trees for hours crying like a baby.
I just wanted to go home.
Why couldn’t I just go home?
I emerged on the other side of the trees, a major highway coming into view as I tripped and lost my balance, almost smashing my head into the concrete altogether. God, I was such a mess.
Cars zoomed up and down the thruway around me, not exactly an ideal place to start my new life as a fugitive but beggars couldn’t be choosers. I had to get to a payphone and call a cab or something. Find a way to get back to my car or to rent a car.
I made a mental note to not use my credit cards anytime soon.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
The wind blew my hair around my face, sending an even bigger chill up and down my body. I walked for what felt like forever, my legs felt like they were a big pile of jelly.
The second I heard the rumble of a bike pulling up behind me my heart skipped a beat. Cutter. He was back. He had come back looking for me. I didn’t even bother turning around if he thought he was just going to show up and I was going to fall over myself while I forgave him he had another thing coming.
He had been a total jerk to me.
I hadn’t deserved it.
The engine died down. “Grace.”
I kept walking, not looking back.
“Grace, are you… are you okay?” When the figure finally caught up to me he put his hands on my shoulders and stopped my freezing body in place. “What the hell happened to you?”
But when I looked up I wasn’t greeted with Cutter’s blue eyes.
Instead, a pair of green ones.
A pair of green ones I knew all too well.
“Ace.”
He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “I
thought that was you. Grace, what the fuck are you doing out here in the middle of the night walking on the thruway wearing next to nothing? Have you gone crazy?” He turned my body around and started to guide me back to his bike.
Ace.
It was Ace.
I could trust Ace. I’d been covering for him with the cops for months.
He would help me.
I buried my head into his chest and burst into tears. “Ace,” I sobbed. “Oh, Ace. I messed up. I messed up so bad.” The tears stung my eyes like small pins. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
He rubbed my head. “There, there, it’s okay.”
I shook my head. “It’s not, it’s bad. So bad.”
He smothered his hands in my hair some more, petting me like a sick puppy that he had to take care of. I hated that I was so weak and dependent on attention but I was so cold and weak.
And as much as I hated to admit it, I was scared.
“So bad,” I mumbled again.
“I know,” he told me. “I know.”
He knew?
I pulled back from him, confused but then I felt a small prick in my neck and the next thing I knew his face was getting blurry, bobbing up and down in my vision.
My body went limp in his arms and I could feel him dragging me toward his bike. The trees were spinning all around me, coming alive and then dying again.
I heard him talking to someone faintly.
“I’ve got her, boss, on my way to you now.”
And then everything went black.
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OWNED
By the Ford Brothers
BLAZING DEVILS MC
BY ALEXA RYNN
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PART ONE
KATHERINE
The vibe of the club filled my body and I grind my body up and down to the music, enjoying the way it was taking over my groove. I grabbed my friend Meghan and pulled her small body closer to me, wiggling my butt along the side of her. We looked at one another and started giggling, enjoying the moment for what it was. A break from all the drama and crime that took place just a few streets away in the inner city. No guns or drugs to worry about. On this dance floor, there was just the two of us, getting lost in the hot beat of the music.
It was a nice break from the reality of the world we have been forced to grow up in, but it was a short-lived one. My body was immediately being grabbed and pulled through the club to the side of the dance floor.
“What the…” My voice trailed off when I was met with my stepbrother’s intense and angry eyes. Shit. Of course, out of all the clubs in the city tonight he would be in this one. He had a sixth sense for when and where I was going to be somewhere, and a seventh sense for how to ruin my good time.
“What are you doing here?” Danger asked with anger flashing across his face. “Go home,” he demanded, “now.”
I rolled my eyes and took a step back from him, but his power still rained over me. I cursed myself for about the hundredth million time in my life that out of all the guys my mom could have met on the Southside she had decided to marry Danger’s dad. It was hard enough growing up in the inner city to begin with, add being Danger’s little sister to the mix and it was almost impossible. I always felt like I was being watched from every direction. Whether it was his brothers or his little club whores that ran around in every direction, it was clear someone always had eyes on me. Danger and his brothers ran the most powerful Motorcycle Club in the state and everyone wanted to claim him or impress him. Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone wanted to use me to do it, especially the people who had acted like I didn’t exist before.
“I’m not going home, Danger.” I rolled my eyes and flipped my long dark hair over my shoulder. “I just got here.”
His brown eyes burned with fury at me questioning him. “Why do you always have to be so fucking difficult? Just go home, Kat. Now.” He ran his hand through his short black hair, looking around the club and taking in his surroundings quickly.
I took the chance to take in his beauty through the flashing lights of the club. Light tan skin, thick lips, perfect dark features, and deep brown eyes. It wasn’t shocking that every girl within a 25-mile radius lusted after him. And his confidence was an added bonus. There was no one else like him anywhere in the city. “I’m not going anywhere,” I crossed my arms over my chest to prove my point.
I tried to force my eyes away from his toned chest and reminded my heart to calm down. I had this intense desire to reach out and touch him, to run my hands up and down his body. I cursed the wet ache between my legs. Ugh, was he going to have this effect on me for the rest of my life?
“I don’t have time for this,” Danger announced. He started looking around the club again like it was a life or death situation that I was currently in the room. “You shouldn’t even be here anyway, you’re underage.”
“I’m 18! I’m not underage!”
“You’re a baby,” he told me. I saw him waving someone over and I followed his gaze to see Silk making his way through the crowd toward where the two of us were standing. I made a quick run for it but it was no use, Danger had his hands around me within a half of a second. His 6’2 frame overpowered my 5’6 one easily.
When Silk reached us his eyes grew wide at the sight of me. “What’s she doing here?”
Danger looked at me and shook his head like I’d screwed up his whole night. “Exactly. I need you to get her out of here.”
Silk nodded, not daring to question what Danger told him to do. Not that I was surprised since most people didn’t question anything that Danger told them. But Silk was the person least likely to out of everyone. He had been Danger’s best friend for as long as I’d known him. I’d met him six years ago on the first day I had officially met Danger. It had become normal over the coming years to not see one of them without the other. Back then I had been 12 and love struck by how good looking and dangerous the two 16-year-old boys had been. That feeling had faded over the years, though, or at least that’s what I made myself believe as high school carried on. It only made sense that Silk ended up being a faithful member and brother of the Blazing Devils with my stepbrothers. It also only made sense that he would assist them in making my life a living hell.
“I’m not going anywhere!” I exclaimed now, trying to get out of Danger’s grasp but failing once again.
“Take her home, and fast.” Danger handed me off to Silk and he obeyed, ushering me out of the back of the club into the nearby alley.
“I hate you!” I screamed out after Danger.
“No you don’t,” he called back. “And take off that dress, you look like you’re easy!”
And then the club door slammed in my face.
***
“What’s your real name?” I demanded on the walk back to our apartment.
Silk raised his eyebrows at me. “Aren’t you sick of this game yet?”
“No!” I yelled. “And why do they call you Silk? Tell me right now!”
I was trying to annoy him but I knew it wasn’t working. I had been asking him for years why they called him Silk but he always just laughed, saying I was too young to understand. That was the problem, having a stepbrother like Danger who treated you like you were a kid made everyone else around him treat you like you were a kid, too.
He shook his head back and forth. “You shouldn’t have been there.”
“You guys just can’t handle the thou
ght of me having fun.” I kicked a piece of garbage that was floating around on the sidewalk as we walked. “You want me to stay home and play with my dolls or something like I’m still a little girl.”
“You are still a little girl,” Silk told me. He stepped around the same garbage I’d been kicking, always worried about messing up his shoes. Which made no sense, I mean they were biker boots, come on. “You just turned 18, Kat. I wouldn’t be in such a hurry to grow up if I was you. These streets are a scary place for any woman, especially one who looks like a school teacher.” He laughed loudly and it echoed in and out of the buildings around us.
“I’m not a school teacher!” I yelled at him again, annoyed at the comparison.
He smirked. “You aren’t fully a school teacher but you sure as hell have the whole good girl thing going on and that’s a dangerous look around these parts, little girl, especially when you’re associated with the club.” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and sighed. “You know Danger just wants to keep you safe, he’s the only one of your brothers who still lives at him, Kat, you’re his responsibility.”
“Stepbrothers,” I huffed. “And don’t call me little girl.”
He chuckled and picked up his pace a little bit, sure to keep me close to him as we put more and more distance from myself and the club. Part of me thought about running for a second but he would probably catch me with little effort. Just like Danger, Silk was in excellent shape. They would go on long runs together every morning at the crack of dawn and spend hours every week in the gym with other members of the club.
I tried not to let the comment he just made get to me, but it stung just the same. It wasn’t like I wanted to be a good girl, I just had more trouble showing skin than most of the other girls around here. I wasn’t a club whore and I never would be and if that was the kind of girl the brothers were into then I guess none of them were right for me. It’s not like I looked super conservative or anything but compared to the other girls in our neighborhood I did. It had made it tough for me growing up around here. Girls were cruel and had trouble accepting me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I dressed differently than the rest of them it was because of the fact that I was always around Danger and they wanted to get close to him. It was something I remained sensitive about. I knew Silk hadn’t meant anything by his comment but I couldn’t help but over analyze it in my mind.