Brianna (Shadow Wolves MC Book 2)

by Daniela Jackson

  “Eat something, Brianna,” Athena says. “We are setting off in two hours.”

  “We?” I mumble. “Where?” Disappointment courses through my chest. Of course, she’s with Zane and Jax. Why would she behave like a reasonable person when she’s got a chance to belong in a gang of crazy people. It’s exciting, isn’t it? “Where are we going?”

  “We are going home,” Athena says.

  Jax’s face lights up and I see how much he loves her. It’s so obvious and beautiful that my heart squeezes with pain.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I say in a sharp voice and step back. “You’re all crazy, you know. There’s no fucking way you can force me—“

  Zane winds the chain around his wrist and tugs me to him, gripping the back of my neck. “Be quiet, woman. I’m warning you for the last time.”

  Our glances meet and I shrink into myself. Zane’s eyes are radiating with cold fury. He resembles my father now.

  Athena strokes my arm. “Eat something.”

  Zane

  My wife puts some food into her mouth and lowers her head. Athena and Jax disappeared into one of the rooms upstairs a few minutes ago.

  “Do you want more orange juice?” I ask as my eyes sweep over her profile.

  I want to kiss her, but I stifle my urge to do so because she needs a bit more time. Maybe tomorrow she’ll be in a better mood for kissing and touching.

  One more day. I can survive one more day. I’m a civilised individual, after all. Aren’t I? Except she makes me so aroused that I can’t recognise myself. My brain screams to fuck. My dick demands to fuck. I’m one unstoppable need for fucking my wife. Nothing else matters. Fuck Brianna as soon as possible, that’s all my brain can focus on.

  “No, thank you.” Her voice is bitter like pure cocoa.

  “I’m the president of the Shadow Wolves now,” I say and pause in the hope that she’ll be proud of me, but she isn’t. There is no emotion on her face. “Whatever I decide to do I’ll always ask you first. You’re my wife. You will have your say.”

  “I don’t want to live among killers,” she hisses.

  “We have a good deal with your father. Things are different now.”

  “Oh really? Has my father stopped being a mobster? Has he stopped selling drugs? Or killing people?”

  “He’s not perfect, but it could be worse. He’s changed, ya know.”

  “He’s getting soft I guess. If others realise that he’s soft they’ll come for him. And for us by the way.”

  “We are well prepared.” I pass a slice of bread on to her. “Mac and his boys will support us in case of any trouble. We have numbers.”

  “You really want to live like this?” She raises her hands dramatically.

  “This is who we are,” I say with anger. “I’m responsible for the club now.”

  I don’t understand why it is so difficult for her. Sive has accepted this lifestyle and she wasn’t even born to a mafia family.

  Brianna grew up as the daughter of a mobster. She is tough. She can be my wife, my equal. My supporter.

  “Everything will be fine, Brianna.”

  “No, it won’t be.”

  “Eat.”

  She slams her fist on the table. “My mother died because of that whole exciting lifestyle.”

  “Your mother didn’t die,” I say in a matter-of-fact tone. “She’s in coma.”

  Brianna gulps and turns her white face to mine. “Did he tell you?”

  “He trusts me. Us. Only Axel, Jax and I know.”

  “It seems like we are one big dysfunctional family. What about Athena? She seems to be a normal person. Why is she even going with you?”

  “Samael wants her for your mother. She’s a doctor, ya know.”

  “Right. It makes a perfect sense. Has Benji drunk himself to death?”

  “Sort of.” I watch her face grimacing, but she doesn’t allow herself to cry. Benji had been their doctor since forever, a creepy guy but in the funny way who loved weed and alcohol too much. “That’s why your father needs Athena. Maybe she will be able to help your mother. Don’t you want to be close to your mother?”

  I respect my parents and want to be around them, especially now. Dad is not well and Ma needs my help. Family is important; roots are important.

  “My mother told me to run as far away from my father as possible,” Brianna says. “Interesting, isn’t it?”

  I don’t know anything about Brianna’s parents’ relationship, in fact. “Samael seems to care for you and her. He’s different when he’s talking about Reyes.”

  “Oh really? Did that fucking hypocrite tell you that he’d bought my mother? She was only eighteen then. He bought her so she could be his fucktoy. I don’t know who I am to him. I can’t grasp this man. He’s cruel, ruthless yet he raised me like I was his legitimate child. You can see tears in his eyes when he’s sitting at my mother’s bed yet he bought Lizzie to entertain him. This is the whole truth about my father. Fucked up, isn’t it?”

  The memory of a young maid working in Samael’s house flashes through my head and disgust rolls over me only to be replaced by arousal the next moment. I picture Brianna in my head. She’s naked, tied to my bed. At my mercy. I’ve never done that to any other chick but I would do that to my wife. Definitely, I’d have Brianna on her knees with her wrists tied behind her back.

  She looks at me with fear in her glance like she knows my dirty thoughts, reaching for a knife. I watch her with amusement as she attempts to cut the chain.

  “Maybe you could talk to Sive,” I say.

  “About what, huh?”

  “She’s happy with her life.”

  “Oh really? Have you seen what that life did to her?”

  “Axel and she—“

  “Zane, don’t be a hypocrite. Sive is only nineteen. She will wake up in ten years either as a widow or as a broken old woman. You want something like this for me?”

  “No, I—“

  “I don’t want this either. Let me go. I appreciate your concern, but we have nothing in common. No common goals. Null. So let me go.”

  “No fucking way.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You’re going back with me. Period.”

  Brianna emits a torrent of Spanish words, her body dancing ardently. They are swear words, really bad ones.

  “Be quiet, woman,” I yell, but in fact I want to punish that filthy mouth of hers with my dick. “I’m the president and I’m telling you to be quiet.” Right, I sound pathetic.

  Brianna glances at me with pity as I stifle my urge to bend her over the table and drive my cock into her pussy so deep that she’ll whimper.

  “One more thing, Brianna. If you try to do something stupid, Athena will give you more of the medication. I’m warning you.”

  Brianna saws the chain with fury and shoots me dark glances. She’s adorable.

  Chapter 11

  Brianna

  There is a hairpin under the table. I want to pick it up but I need to act fast. Athena and Jax will be here at any moment. I’m sawing the chain like crazy then nudge one of the mugs. It hits the floor and shatters into pieces.

  “I’m really sorry,” I say and dive under the table.

  My fingers close around the hairpin and I hide it in my hand as Zane crawls beside me to pick up the broken glass.

  “Sit in the chair,” he says gently as I scramble to my feet. “I will do this. Sit down, you’re tired.”

  Perfect. I can focus on my cuff. Except the thought that my wellbeing is Zane’s priority fills me with sadness.

  Damn it. Focus, Brianna.

  I bring my wrist up to my chest and manipulate the cuff. Kolya taught me how to pick a lock with hairpins.

  “In case you were kidnapped,” Kolya said to me.

  I turn the pin gently whilst Zane is tidying up the mess under the table. He raises himself with his hands full of glass and moves towards the kitchen sink as I open the cuff but don’t remove it from my wrist. Zane
empties his hands into a bin and moves closer to me.

  “Something to drink?” he asks.

  “No thanks, I’m fine.”

  His fingers travel to my hair and he twins them with my wisps. I put my hands on the waistband of his jeans, which makes one corner of his lips crook up.

  “Have you changed your mind, Brianna?”

  “Possibly.”

  I move back, pulling him to me. He chuckles as his body presses against mine, making the edge of the table dig into my ass.

  I raise my hand and glide my fingers up and down his cheek then lean towards him and press my lips against his. His hands are on my back, sliding up and down impatiently and I feel his erection through the fabric of his trousers. The kiss breaks. Our glances meet and a shooting pain goes through my chest. I’m breathless. My heart pounds like it’s going to rip my chest apart.

  Zane is watching me like I’m everything to him. Like I’m his teenage first love and his mature love in one. Like I’m absolutely perfect to him. Like I’m some fucking higher being he wants to worship.

  I’ve never seen such admiration in any other man’s eyes. Zane is so sweet. So honest. So good. He would be a good father, the best I could wish for my children if I had any.

  For fuck’s sake. Why is it so difficult?

  I take a sharp breath and compose myself. My hand travels to his waist and I taste the hardness of his abs then slip my fingers under his trousers. Zane shivers at my touch and his lips capture mine. He kisses me passionately as my fingers close around his hard cock. He’s warm to touch. Pleasantly sleek. Stiff like I’m the last woman on the face of the earth to fuck.

  Our glances meet again and Zane watches me with suspicion.

  “You’re not playing any tricks on me, are you, sweetheart?” he asks.

  “I want to taste my husband to make an informed decision.” My hand travels to the back of his neck and I bring his lips down to mine.

  My other hand strokes his cock and Zane kisses me harder, sinking his fingers into my hair. The memory of our wedding flashes through my mind, filling me with painful yearning.

  “Taste your husband in whatever way you desire, sweetheart,” Zane says. “To make a very informed decision. I’m all yours.”

  We kiss again, but longer, more tenderly, our tongues dancing together. Everything is perfect about this kiss—his lips moulding perfectly to mine, his scent, and his taste.

  “We can use the bedroom,” Zane says into my mouth and emits a sexy growl that makes my pussy clench with need.

  “Okay.”

  He puts his hand on the back of my neck and crushes my lips with his once again. His tongue thrusts in, exploring me fiercely. His teeth scratch my lower lip.

  “I need the toilet,” I gasp.

  “Okay. The toilet. And then the bedroom, right?”

  “Then the bedroom.”

  “On the left. The white door.”

  I pull away from him and walk to the bathroom downstairs, but he’s right behind me. His arms are wrapped around my waist; his mouth is caressing my neck. His hands are stroking my breasts.

  I will go mad. I’m so aroused that my panties are drenched. My mind is so cloudy with desire that I feel like I’m in an erotic dream.

  Zane’s teeth nibble on my earlobe. “You smell like roses. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

  My hand travels to the door handle and I pull it. “The toilet.”

  “Right. The toilet.” He holds my chin, turning my face to his and plants a wet kiss on my lips.

  I feel his palm on my tummy and he presses his groin against my bottom, rubbing his erection against my ass like he’s already inside me. His fingers move down, dive between my thighs then move up, sliding under my panties, spreading my folds. I gasp as my legs wobble.

  “Brianna,” Zane says into my ear, his voice husky with desire. “My stubborn little wife. So wet for me.”

  I rest my forearm against the bathroom door as he pushes a finger into my pussy. My knees bend and my ass bucks against his cock. Our lips meet again. I feel like I’ve found something very precious to me. Like I’m safe. Like our souls are touching, blending and I will incinerate in the fire of our desire only to rise from the ashes similarly to the phoenix.

  Zane pumps his finger in and out, our bodies clenched, bending slightly forward. He touches my clitoris and my whole skin pricks. His finger slides back into my pussy, fucks me faster, harder, torments me. My body is on fire and I inhale deeply to beg him to fuck me. I want to cum for him.

  The noise coming from upstairs shakes me out of this madness. I tear my lips away from his. A sense of loss surges through me, deep and overwhelming like I’m grieving over Zane, but I kill that feeling. I open the bathroom door and step inside, my muscles trembling, my tummy heavy with the unfulfilled desire. The door bangs shut at my kick and my eyes flick over the walls. The radiator on my left grips my attention at once. I remove the cuff from my wrist and attach it to the radiator. This will buy me a few minutes. I flush the toilet, leap towards the window and jump onto the windowsill. Flinging my body outside of the bathroom through the window, I grip the wooden frame and flop onto the grass. Then I run. I don’t look back.

  A fence emerges in front of me so I stop and roam my eyes over the surroundings. The ribbons of greenness dotted by daisies and sheltered by majestic trees are all that I can see. I’m in the fucking middle of nowhere. Ominous clouds have gathered in the sky and cold penetrates to my feet. I realise that I have so shoes on.

  I move along the fence as every stone and every imperfection of the ground gifts me with a shot of pain. Well, this escape plan is not the best one in my life.

  My feet start to burn to the point where I move like a turtle. Damn it. I need to move fast, otherwise my escape attempt will fail. My fingers roll into fists and I force myself to walk. Every step is a torture.

  But I don’t pay attention. My heart hurts more.

  “Damn it,” I growl.

  I want to turn back and return to Zane. I want to sink into his safe embrace. I want to taste his gentle care over me.

  No—

  I want to escape from killing, drug dealing and broken lives.

  I want two kids and a normal boring life. I crave a lot of fucking normal boring problems in my life.

  “Brianna.” Zane’s voice resounds behind me, hitting me like a whiplash.

  Right, I basically have no feet to use them at the moment.

  I turn around as the tears of my frustration flood my face.

  “Have you seen your feet, woman?”

  “Have you seen yours?”

  Zane

  My glance travels to my naked feet. They are burning like hell. Fuck it. I’ve had worse injuries in my life.

  Brianna’s disappearance hurt me more than my parents’ divorce. It left a burning infected wound in my chest I need to heal. Only my wife by my side can heal it.

  “I wasn’t clear enough,” I say through clenched teeth. “Next time when you attempt something like this I will shorten the chain and you’ll have no privacy in the bathroom. Understood?”

  “I hate you,” she yells, rolling her fingers into fists.

  “Five minutes ago, you didn’t hate me at all, you hypocrite.”

  I just don’t get it. One moment she’s rubbing her ass against my hard dick like a cat in a rut only to hate me the next moment. I’m really trying to be gentle with her, despite the fact that the circumstances demand a rigid approach. She’s my wife. She should be more obedient. I don’t know. She should listen to me. Maybe I should have bent her over my lap and smacked her ass as Kolya advised me. Yeah, I should have smacked her ass the moment she woke up. Well, it’s still not too late to do that.

  My wife should want me as badly as I want her. Always. No matter what. We’re married for suck’s sake.

  “Go to hell.” She brings her fists up to her chest.

  I expected her to fight. I just hoped it wouldn’t last that long.

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��You are my wife,” I say, my jaw muscles twitching.

  I move closer to her and dodge her punch. She sways and steps back, hissing.

  “Brianna,” I say. “Really? It’s childish.”

  “I hate you.”

  I step forward as she sweeps her arm in a disorganised motion, falls down on her bottom and emits a furious growl. I guess that means she’s given up at last. I lean over her and cuff her wrist. She doesn’t fight this time. Her feet are too injured and probably so painful to her that she can’t move. I hook her under the arms with my hands, lift her then scoop her up in my arms. Her body trembles against mine.

  “I’m really trying, Brianna.”

  “I know,” she shrieks.

  “Why is it such a problem?”

  “Can you even hear yourself?” Her body stiffens. “Why don’t you want to go to where nobody can find us and have a normal life with me? Why is it such a problem?”

  “We were not born to have a normal life.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Everything will be fine.”

  “Fuck you. I will find a way to escape from you, I swear.”

  I don’t know what else to say to soothe her. “You can escape a thousand times and each time I will find you, Brianna.”

  “Each time, I will be wiser. I can escape, believe me.”

  I don’t comment her determination. A doubt crosses my mind. Am I doing the right thing? Maybe she is repulsed by me? Maybe—

  Something hardens inside me. No fucking maybe. My wife shivering in my arms feels so fucking right like she’s my limb or something only mine. Like we fuse into perfect oneness each time her body is pressed against mine. It will feel even more right when I have my wife beneath me, shivering with pleasure, spreading her folded legs wide for me. She needs a good fuck, that’s all.

  There are no doubts in my head anymore, just an urge to be home as soon as possible.

  “Why are you doing this to me?” she hisses.

  “You are my wife and I’m your husband. This is the most important thing in my life. I’m serious about being your husband.”

  “You fucking hypocrite. The marriage is about love not some fucking principles.”

  “Love?” I growl. “Where is your love then?”