by C. Lymari
“No.”
I didn’t cast her another look as I went to grab a black T-shirt and another pair of dark jeans to change into.
“You never want to have fun with us.”
Ignoring her, I went into my bathroom and changed. By the time I came out, she was still here, this time fingering herself.
“Dawn.” I said her name, and her eyes fluttered.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Next time you come into my room uninvited, get your shit ready and be prepared to get your ass out of this town.”
With that, I walked out of my room.
Duncan was waiting outside for me. “Cold, bro. You should have let her finish first.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“Finnie is why you stopped fucking club whores, right?”
I stopped dead at Duncan’s question. I turned around, and my brother had a raised brow, daring me to lie to him.
“You used to fuck them all the time; then it’s like they weren’t worth your time. And after Finnie left, you started fucking townies or girls on runs but never anyone who lived in this club.”
“Is there a point to this?” I said through gritted teeth.
My little brother smirked. “Nope, just wanted to see you squirm.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I bald-faced lied to protect him from even more lies.
“You fucked, Finley, and in doing so, you fucked over Huxley.”
And there it was. The one thing I shouldn’t have touched. The one thing I shouldn’t have found pleasure in. The one fucking thing that I wanted to do again.
“That’s why she left? Why you were okay with her leaving?” Duncan’s voice was getting angry.
I yanked him by the collar and pushed him against the wall.
“You got what you wanted from her, and as soon as she was of no interest to you, you discarded her.”
“Don’t,” I growled.
“You wanted what you couldn’t have, and as soon as it was yours, you got tired of it.”
I didn’t think I fucking lost it. I pressed my hand against his throat.
“You think I had any control? I’d fucking die for Finley, but I can’t fucking keep her. You think I didn’t try to get her out of that arrangement?”
Duncan grabbed my wrist and pushed me away.
“Explain yourself.”
“He said that she could marry any Crull boy, just not me. He decided that if I married her, his side of the company would dissolve. If she ended up with me, we would no longer be in business together. All of the business.”
Duncan was at a loss for words. Hell, I had been too. It was a lot to take in.
“Why wouldn’t Micah want you with Finley?”
“I don’t know,” I lied. “Are you going to tell him?” I asked about Huxley.
Duncan straightened his jacket, and then we both made our way to the garage.
“No, but he deserves to know.”
I knew that too, but the thought of being the one to crush his soul made me fucking sick. But it had to be me. I knew the moment I kissed Finley that it was something more than just lust, something that would hurt my brother. I just didn’t think it would hurt all of our family.
Before we made it to the garage, I put a hand on Duncan’s shoulder, stopping him from entering.
“I wouldn’t have touched her if she didn’t mean something to me.”
Duncan smiled sadly at me. “Oh, brother, she doesn’t just mean something to you. She is already engraved in you. You just don’t want to admit it.”
He was right, but he was also wrong. Admitting she was something to me would push me a little more on edge, and I needed to be one hundred percent clearheaded the next few days.
When we walked into the garage, the boys were already waiting. Everyone was strapping the cargo onto their bikes. Nate was finishing putting the roll onto mine. We got caught with this, and it would be jail for a long fucking time. I went on runs as collateral, so my father would help the club if something went down. Duncan liked the thrill, and to be fair, so did I.
“You good?” Nate asked.
“Never better.”
He snorted.
“So what will happen on the next vote?” he asked since we still had to see what would happen if they changed shipping companies in the future.
“I don’t know. We need to tell Humberto that now. You know how these fuckers hate surprises.”
Nate groaned.
“I hate cartel fuckers. They think you can throw money around and that will fix shit. Not when ATF is breathing down our shoulders. “
He had a point, but we were already too far in this game to back out.
“We need to give him a heads-up.”
“Brother, I’d like to see you try. That fucker is crazy, and I don’t want him to take it out on any of us.”
“You fuck with one of us,” I said.
“You fuck with all of us,” he finished.
Gunner walked in, ready to ride. All the guys had left their cuts here. No insignias, just plain black clothing. We didn’t want anything pointing a finger back to the club.
“All right, boys,” he said but was cut off by Chops.
“Excuse me, I’m a man,” he said in his gravelly voice, causing a few chuckles to erupt.
“You look like a midget,” someone shouted.
“Enough.” Gunner sounded annoyed with all of us.
“Andre, Venom, Chops, I want you to stay and monitor the party. I don’t want Finley to burn down my bar.” Gunner gave them a pointed look.
I debated telling Duncan to stay with her because I didn’t trust that she would try shit just to get back at me.
“The rest of you know the drill.”
We all nodded.
I stepped forward.
“Gunner is going to give Humberto some news he’s not going to like, so if things get tense, try your best not to engage. We do not need bloodshed so close to home.”
People nodded in agreement.
“Now that it’s all settled, ride safe, my brothers.” Gunner looked at each and every one of us and then got on his Harley.
Before I got on mine, I pulled Andre aside.
“Anything happens to her. I’ll chop off your dick and feed it to you—slow.”
Finley
One thing I had never been too fond of was the club whores. Old ladies I liked, whores not so much. Mostly because they didn’t care who they slept with. I knew it was such a bitch thing to have this double standard, but I couldn’t help it. We were a family, and a whore threatened that.
Music blasted through the speakers, and people were having a good time. I was seated on top of the bar with Ace and Andre keeping me guard. I held on to a warm beer as I scanned the room.
I was bored.
I picked up my phone and checked my old school mail. I had gone away somewhere where I could hide but also where I could help out my family if the need ever arose.
“You having a good time, princess?” Andre leaned into me and asked.
I looked at the time.
“Sure,” I lied. Only fifteen minutes, then I could get this show on the road. My eyes were trained on Dawn, knowing I should reel the green-eyed monster in, but I couldn’t help it, and I didn’t want to. That sucker was more than invited to this party. I was an only child and was never taught to play nice.
After going to my parents’ graves and spending more time than I cared to admit lying near them, I got up and came to the club. The guys had already left for the run, which left behind the people who were staying to “party.”
It was all fine until I heard a gorgeous black-haired skank talking about Nash. Rage burned through me at the thought that he spent all his time here. While I grieved the loss of our time together, he didn’t have time to reminisce when he drowned in pussy.
The women from the club kept their distance from me. Some didn’t like me because I was a spoiled brat. Others didn’t know h
ow to treat me. When it came down to it, I was superior to them.
Like hell if I was going to ask the guys who Nash was sleeping with. Instead, I eavesdropped.
“He was mine before, he’ll be mine again,” Dawn told her friends.
I wanted to hit her then. He had been hers? My heart had a hard time comprehending that since the stupid muscle still considered him ours.
“We need to do it now.” Ace leaned into Andre.
Finishing the last of the stale beer, I smiled to myself. I hopped off the bar and made my way to where Dawn was drinking. Without thinking twice, I broke the beer bottle on her head.
She screeched and turned around with murder in her eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
It wasn’t a fair fight.
I didn’t mind playing dirty if it meant I won.
While she contemplated what to do next, I grabbed a handful of her hair, gripped it, then slammed her against the table.
Not stopping there, I went for her friends, and that’s when all hell broke loose. I was angry not just at Nash but at my father, at Eleanor for dying. I had so much rage inside of me, I didn’t care for the hits I was receiving if it meant blowing off some steam.
A hand wrapped around my waist. I looked up at Andre, and he was glaring at me.
“You’re going to get me killed.”
Chapter Thirteen
Past
I’d never been so eager to get back home after a run. Knowing Finley was waiting for me was everything. My need for her overshadowed the guilt for my brother. He’d grown confident with the fact that she was his just because an arrangement made her his on paper.
“You’re staying for the party?” Nate asked me.
I shook my head as I pictured how I would feast on my girl when I got home. The ways her legs quivered when my tongue was licking her little clit. It was sexy as fuck the way she gripped my hair.
“Oh fuck,” Nate groaned as he hit my head.
“What?”
“Shit, brother,” he said, part amused, part concerned.
“What?” I repeated.
“You’re fucking someone. And I know you ain’t the shy type, so that means it’s someone you shouldn’t be fucking. That leaves two options. A, the Romero girl, but she’s too fucking young.”
My face remained neutral. Tatiana Romero was the daughter of the current mayor, and he was a pain in our asses. He’d escaped poverty and cartels, and was on a mission to rid the world of them.
“Or B,” he said, pausing for dramatic effect. “Finley.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to deny it and say it was Romero’s little girl, but he’d never believe I was on some pedo shit. Also, no words came out. I couldn’t deny my girl. Finley meant something to me, and I wasn’t going to taint that by denying what we had.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked, knowing that I was going to have to talk to Huxley sooner than later.
Nate’s eyebrow went up to his hairline.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
“You’re the last person who should judge,” I said because he fucked anything, and it always bit him back in the ass.
“I’m not fucking my brother’s bitch!”
“You don’t have a brother,” I deadpanned.
“I have a bunch,” he said, pointing to the club. That was Nate—loyal to a fault.
I straddled my Harley. Then I threw my head back, and I groaned because he was right. I was fucking up.
“I can’t fucking help it. She just gets me. She knows this life, what’s expected of me, and she’s proud of me.”
He nodded because he got it. His mother couldn’t hack this life, so she ran away from it instead of embracing it, and then she came back after life threw her some punches.
It was rare to find someone to be proud of you when they knew blood stained your hands. Not the case with Finley, and that was just one of the things that made it better.
Nate stayed quiet.
“Go to her,” he said. “If it comes down to it, I’ll cover for you.”
Fuck, I hadn’t expected that.
I knew he was loyal to me for the club, but what he was doing was being loyal to me and not because the Death Disciples were involved.
Because of that, I decided to bring him into what I had been investigating.
“I think we have a rat in our ranks,” I told him.
His face went from passive to stony in a second.
“Who?” he demanded to know.
“I don’t know, but I’m trying to find out.”
Then I gave him some of the evidence I had gathered.
By the time I made it to the manor, it was dark. Instead of going to my room, I left for Finley’s tower.
I was already thinking about all the ways I was going to make her come. The fact that I hadn’t fucked her yet showed a level of restraint I didn’t even know I possessed.
I needed her, but once I claimed her like that, there was no going back, and she would be mine forever.
As I passed my parents’ study, I heard them fighting.
“You can’t do that to me,” my mother yelled. “We agreed, never someone from our inner circle.”
I sighed.
“You might want to close the door the next time you two fight about your infidelities.”
My mother staggered back as if I had slapped her. She was a great mother and wanted us to think our parents were perfect. Perfection was nothing more than an illusion crafted by lies.
My father didn’t show a reaction—always the perfect poker face.
“Everything went well?” he asked, dismissing what my mother had been talking about earlier and what I had said.
“I’m alive, aren’t I?”
He smiled.
“Why aren’t you at the club?” he asked, raising a brow.
It was a good question since everyone was ready to party and fuck. And here I was because I was attached to some virgin pussy.
“I’m whipped.” I turned around without another word.
Everything was bullshit.
Then I made it to her room, and there she was—Finley Primrose. My kryptonite, my antidote, and my damnation.
I locked the door, and then I removed my boots and crawled into her bed.
She woke up when she felt the bed dip with my weight. She beamed at me as her arms and legs wrapped around me.
“I missed you,” she told me.
“Show me,” I groaned against her neck as her hand dipped into the waistband of my jeans.
“Do you want me to lick it all better?” she asked in a breathy tone that went straight to my already hard dick.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
“You don’t want to,” she teased me as she removed her shirt.
She wanted to get fucked, and upon seeing her breasts, I couldn’t remember why I was holding back.
I flipped up so she could rub her wet folds against my dick. Her tits moved up and down, and I played with them using my teeth and my fingers. She started to moan louder, and I knew she was close.
I flipped her again, spread her legs, and ate her release.
Her fingers dug into my scalp as she made sure I kept eating her.
I pulled back, licking the excess off my lips.
“Best meal I’ve had in a week,” I told her with a smirk.
She pouted.
“Baby, you just came, and hard, why are you mad?” I mocked her because she looked adorable. Her cheeks flushed from her orgasm, and the pouty lips…fuck, she was my undoing.
“You know why,” she bit back.
I threw my head back and laughed. Instead of answering her, I straddled her chest.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded her. She glared at me but then eagerly complied. I slowly fed her my dick. After a few thrusts, I started to fuck her little mouth. I came in her mouth, and she swallowed like a damn champ.
“Missed you, baby,” I whispered against her temple.
Once I lay w
ith her, she rested her head on my shoulder.
“No girls on runs, right?”
I wanted to say never, but I couldn’t exactly promise her forever.
Chapter Fourteen
The energy on a drop was always high and laced with danger. One wrong move and empires came crumbling down.
Gunner and Nate were in the front. I had a bandana wrapped around my mouth. I didn’t like to show my face on the off chance that someone might recognize me.
“Mis amigos,” Humberto greeted us with open arms as we turned down our motors.
I snorted. We were his friends, but as soon as you told this fucker no, that was it. No longer a friend but an enemy.
“Humberto,” Gunner greeted in his smoky tone. “Long time, no see.”
“Too long, mi amigo.”
“It’s about to be longer,” Ace muttered under his breath.
“Shut the fuck up,” I whispered to him. These fuckers had ears everywhere. I was not going to get killed because Ace had a big fucking mouth.
“We still stand by what we said last time. The heat is on us, and we aren’t going to go down just because you need more guns.”
Humberto’s lips twitched. He clearly didn’t like the idea, but we got the guns, and if he wanted war, then war it was. This was why I didn’t think he was behind our rat. He needed us too much to fuck up a good thing.
“That’s a shame. I’m all about flooding you with money, compa, but you don’t let me.” He smiled and patted Gunner on the back.
“The feds don’t give a rat’s ass if I flood them with green, and I’m too pretty for jail.”
“It’s all about that self-love, Prez,” someone shouted, and everyone chuckled.
With my hands on the handlebar, I hung my head and laughed. These fuckers were crazy and stupid.
In no time, they switched from pleasantries to business.
“How do you think he’s going to take it?” Duncan asked as Humberto and his men tested the product, and Ace and Prez counted the money.
He was in the back, his bike standing out amongst the others. The cartel questioned it once, and our answer was that someone had to ride a bitch bike to give the cops a run for their money.