Shoving it back into my bag, I grab my phone and realize I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was because I did put my phone in there but no charger. Ugh, the thing is as dead as a doornail. Normally the charger would be in there since my laptop is in my bag too. Dammit. I glance around the room and see a charger. Tiptoeing to it, I check what kind it is and I’m happy to see Petros uses the same phone as me. Awesome, now I can charge mine.
I’m patiently waiting for my phone to turn on and sigh in contentment when it finally does. Ugh. Still no reply from my friend, Cassie. If she hasn’t texted or called me by tomorrow, I’ll contact the office where she works to check if she’s okay. My finger hits the reading app and I nestle myself comfortable underneath the sheets and dive into the book I’m reading.
A giggle escapes me when I suddenly realize the link between what I’m reading and where I am. Petros is a biker. His leather cut, this room, the other guy at the door also wearing the same leather cut. Holy shit. Am I in a clubhouse?
I keep staring at the words on my phone and think about how Petros talks, thinks, acts…damn. The sex. I swallow hard and try to calm my running heart. The book I’m reading is about an MC called Wicked Throttle. Those guys have this instalove legend, and…
The door swings open and it scares a yelp out of me. Petros strolls inside and I feel like I’m being caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing, so I shove my phone underneath the sheets and swallow hard at the way he catches my move and narrows his eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growls and before I can grab my phone, it’s in his hands.
He glances at it and I can tell by the way his face changes, he’s reading the book. Dammit.
“Give me that,” I squeak and try to lunge at him.
With ease he has me pinned underneath him while he straddles me. I want to disappear straight through the mattress and floor when he starts to read out loud. “She pulls her shirt over her head and wiggles out of her shoes and pants. Do I need to mention that she manages to discard all her clothes while my cut remains draped over her lower belly and pussy? That’s rather admirable. Inching closer to the bed where her head is, I place one knee on the mattress and reach for her. My fingers sink into her hair as I pull her closer to my cock that’s so damn hard, the veins wrapped around it are pulsing at the surface. She’s inches away when I tighten my fist. ‘This what you want, Trace? All of me?’ I don’t leave time for her to answer because like I said, she made her choice and I made mine. ‘Well, you have me, as I have you. You’re my Old Lady now, Peaches. No turning back from that, do you understand?’ What. The. Hell. Did. I. Just. Read?” Petros throws my phone on the bed next to my head, tips his head back and laughs. Not just a laugh but a full belly rumble laugh. One making my whole body tingle. His gaze slides over my body until it settles on my face. “What nonsense are you reading? Peaches? Really? That’s not a biker, he sounds like a fucking pussy.”
There are many things I can easily let slide but this? Who does he think he is, judging a book I enjoy reading? “You’d better be smart enough to stop talking. I don’t need to hear your judgmental crap. I love to read, and these books give me the escape I need to keep my sanity intact and have something for myself to enjoy. I have no clue what an MC is like in the real world or what it all entails, but this happens to be fiction, okay? And I know damn well men out here are nothing like the guys in romance books. There aren’t any loyal men out there, believe me, I’m very aware. Men who’d do anything for the right woman, or love in utter surrender, and aren’t ashamed or hesitant to show it. The are no fairytales in this screwed up life where you take one look at the right person, fall in love, and hear birds sing and smell the flowers. And even if you think this author makes an MC all too fluffy? Well, I like how she thinks outside of the box and jumps out of the dime in the dozen, giving them a normal, legal job. Like in this one they happen to be artists and earn their money by selling their art instead of the gun running drug shit in those TV shows. And hell, I don’t know what you do for a living. Kill? Beat up people? Own a garage as a cover? Do the whole usual suspects thing when it comes to guns and drugs?” I point at my phone, trying to catch my breath as I defend the one thing in life that makes me happy; reading. “It’s called fiction for a reason, asshole. Because real life sucks. Men suck. They lie right to your face. Even if they’ve painted a pretty picture all your life. One day they just rip the rug straight out from underneath your feet and laugh while you fall on your ass as the whole world around you crumbles into nothing.” I’m panting hard while tears are streaming down my face. “Asshole,” I croak and turn my face away from him.
Petros curses and jumps off me. He starts to pace through the room. “Fucking hell, Kinsey.”
I scramble up and place both knees on the bed to face him. “What?” I snap, now angry at the whole world due to this asshole, while I was comfortable in a peaceful bubble reading just mere minutes ago.
“Yes, okay? I’ve fucking killed. I beat up people. Sure as fuck never sold drugs, though. But you know what? Life does suck. How did your mother die, Kinsey? Do you know?”
My heart is beating in my throat with the things he just threw out. It shouldn’t be such a shock. I mean, I’m not a total idiot wearing pink la-la-sunglasses and only seeing the good and ignoring the bad things. His whole appearance screams outlaw. He’s killed. He’s asking me how my mother died.
My.
Mother.
“Did you kill my mother?” I whisper, swallowing hard when reality settles and yet again the world around me comes crashing down. “Oh, no. You’re going to kill me too.”
I jump off the bed and quickly snatch up my bag and wrap my fingers around the little can of pepper spray.
“I’m not going to kill you. At least, it wasn’t my intention or I would have done so by now. We took you for leverage.”
“Leverage?” I squeak. My eyes go over his leather cut and for the first time I’m viewing him through different eyes, noticing the patch on his pecs. “You’re the President?” I squeeze my eyes shut for a brief moment, take a deep breath, throw the pepper spray can at his head—which he easily dodges—and growl, “You better start explaining.”
His eyes go to the floor where the pepper spray landed before they are pinned on me. “Did you just fucking throw a can of pepper spray at my head?”
“Yes, I didn’t need it because you said you would have killed me by now if you wanted me dead. Now, as I said, start explaining.”
“Woman,” he growls in anger. “What part of me being an outlaw don’t you fucking understand? Ever occurred to you how I could be fucking lying and slit your throat while I’m fucking your virgin ass?”
I swallow hard and in this crazy moment all my mind offers me is, “What makes you so sure I have a virgin ass?” Really? That’s my reply? Shit. I wanted to be all tough the way he replied with being an outlaw, make a statement while now…ugh. “Besides, with everything life threw at me yesterday? Tequila clearly wasn’t a good solution, so maybe having my throat slit is the final option.”
I might be shaking on the inside with a hint of fear, but anger is overtaking the blood pumping through my body. If he’s really going to end my life—like he mentioned the outlaw part and not caring either way—I refuse to go out like a frightened little rabbit jumping all over the place.
His jaw ticks while his eyes are pinning me in place. I’ve blabbered nonsense, fierce words, and squeaked some. It’s time for me to shut up, I won’t say another word until I’ve heard what he has to say.
A long breath rips from his body and he places his hands on his hips. “The main thing this Royal Bastards Chapter earns its paycheck with is debt collecting. We buy them in stacks. If say a person owes ten grand, we buy the debt for two grand. Then we force the fucker to pay up or we take what we think he’s worth. Depending on the fucker’s situation it’s either the full amount, a little less, half, or we compensate. But that last part is rare. Most debts we buy are
from repetitive gamblers, whatever their drug of choice is, they always fuck up and try to get that next big pay.”
“My father likes to play cards…” I whisper while I feel my heart sink with the thought of having my father give me another kick in the gut. Because I’m fairly positive I’m standing in the President of this MC’s room because of him. My dad did have lots of bruises two weeks ago, but he said he fell down the stairs…an accident. Was he beat up because he couldn’t pay his debt?
Petros holds my stare. “He’s got a big debt, like I said, we took you for leverage. The next step after we’d snatched you up was to put pressure on him.”
Anger takes the better of me when I snap, “Well, that backfired because I mean shit to him. Clearly my mother was only useful when she was alive because the second he heard she was killed in an accidental hit and run…he ran. You want to know why?” I don’t need for Petros to answer me, I bet he won’t even know what the answer is…well, I do. “Because all along he’s had a complete other family in another state. Funny, right? You hear about some people having a double life, but when your father tells you to your face he can finally leave this state to be with his real family. His real family. As if my life was a piece on the side, a thorn in his eye. A freaking scam he had to endure because he preferred the other family he hid from all of us.” A sob rips from my throat and I swallow hard.
I don’t want to cry over him, over what he makes me feel when obviously he didn’t feel anything about me. “Clearly, me being leverage? Sorry to tell you, buddy, throw that shit out the freaking window. You’d do good to snatch up one of his other kids of his real family. You know, the one he cares about and all. Because I’m fairly sure he said wife and kids, so good luck with your hunting party.”
There’s not a hint of emotion on his face. Even his stare is ice cold. “The Prez of Iron Grims MC, the one who demanded a meeting just now? Your father created a new debt and they are collecting. They beat him up as a warning two weeks ago. They killed your mother yesterday because Alvin didn’t honor the terms they gave him two weeks ago.”
His words start to sink in, emotion is all that’s hitting me. Wave after wave crashing upon me. My mother was murdered. She wasn’t at the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn’t an accidental hit and run, but plain murder.
They killed her. Because of my father, they killed my mother. Black spots start to swarm my vision and my knees buckle. Ungracefully I sink to the floor and take my head in my hands while I try to suck big gulps of air into my lungs.
If losing my mother wasn’t enough, if hearing your father thought his life with us was just a piece on the side from his real family wasn’t enough…I have to live with the realization I no longer have a mother because of him.
I for sure as hell don’t have a father, even if he shows remorse and wants contact with me. Never. Because of him my mother is dead, so in return my father is dead to me. Sounds pretty damn…shit…I don’t have anyone left…I’m all alone.
My head is being gripped and tilted up. I keep my eyes closed because I don’t want to meet his cold stare. He owes me nothing. Hell, in his eyes I probably owe him because he needs to collect the debt of the asshole who I’m only connected to by DNA.
“Kinsey.” My name on his tongue is a soft caress reaching my ears. “Look at me, darlin’.”
My eyes automatically flutter open. His thumb is slowly caressing my cheek. “There’s nothing I can say to make this shit easier. The only good thing your father probably did was conceive you. Even if he took everything away. It might feel so now, but you need to fight for your own life. Ya hear me? You don’t owe anyone anything and don’t ever let anyone else put their shit on you, even if connected by blood; don’t let it define you.”
The strength he pours into me with his words is soothing but it does nothing to take away the mess I’m in. “Those other…Iron Grims? You said so yourself how they killed my mother. If I didn’t even know he had this whole other family…and they killed my mother, they will be coming after me because he’s gone, Petros. He left as soon as he heard my mother was dead.”
“I also mentioned Alvin’s debt belongs to the Royal Bastards, I took you as leverage, therefore you belong to me. My. Fucking. Property,” he growls in such a fierce tone it makes shivers run up and down my spine.
“What does that even mean?” I croak, needing the clarification because all I know is the life I had is over.
“It means your ass belongs to me now.” Petros smirks.
First thing that comes to mind is, “Are you going to slit my throat while fucking my virgin ass?”
His smirk grows even bigger. “So, it is a virgin ass.”
I give him a hard shove against his pecs. “Pay attention, it’s my life in the balance. I was referring to the whole slicing my throat thing.”
“No one’s going to slice your throat, you have my word,” he vows.
The determined look in his eyes makes me feel as if he really will make sure to keep me safe. In an effort to lighten the mood, I mutter, “Keeping my ass safe but not safe from your dick, huh?”
A bark of laughter escapes him and he shakes his head before he stands up, taking me along with him. “I’ll make sure you’ll beg for me to shove my cock up your ass, darlin’. Make no mistake about that.” His words yet again make shivers run up and down my spine but this time for a whole different reason.
Chapter Five
***Petros***
The words I just gave her hold both a promise and a vow. Me taking her ass and the determination to keep her safe. For a mere second I question my own sanity. I never gave a bitch my word of promise. Never. Not one woman meant enough to care. Sounds fucked-up, but there you have it.
Yet Kinsey? The way the emotion in her eyes hits me straight in the chest is something I’ve never experienced. It’s the same way when I was balls deep inside her. Sex is sex and yet my cock filling her up was a whole unique way to rip the cum from my body. It wasn’t just to get off. There was a deeper need—something damn carnal—wanting her more than anything on this fucked-up planet.
I’m not ready to let her go, and maybe that’s the reason I’m dead set to keep her safe. Self-preservation and all to keep her in my bed to bury my cock in her hot mouth, perfect pussy, or take her virgin ass. Yeah, sounds legit and perfectly explainable.
Not to mention this woman’s got spunk. The way I found her dancin’ in her home with a bottle of tequila between her tits. Then having her in my bed, sucking my cock and blowing my mind in the process. And I damn well like some of the things coming out of that hot mouth of hers in the heat of things. Scared or not, she’s got a good sense of humor, great tits, and ass…the complete package.
Rapid knocks on the door burst through the air before I hear my VP. “Prez, we’re complete and waiting.”
“Comin’,” I bellow in return while I keep staring at her. My voice is gentle with a hint of laughter when I tell her, “Why don’t you hop in bed and read some more of that softy shit? It gives me a good excuse to rip you out of a dream when I have the time to…”
She rolls her eyes as she cuts me off. “Do not say something about shoving your dick up my ass.”
Again, a bark of laughter escapes me. What did I mention about her fuckable mouth? “Need I remind you of the fact you’re my property? And I don’t let anyone dictate how I need to treat what’s mine. Bet a good ass fucking isn’t included in that softy shit you’re reading.” Her cheeks turn a nice shade of red. Fuck. “Well, now, isn’t this a nice look on you? Makes me wonder if I should read a little more ‘cause the blush lighting your skin on fire tells me I’m missing out.”
I trace a finger down her cheek all the way down her neck and head for her chest, the blush spreading under my touch.
She clears her throat. “Didn’t you need to leave?”
The reality she pulls me into while I was daydreaming about giving her some cock instantly makes me grumble, “Yes.”
I take her f
ace in my hands to keep her pinned and take her mouth. She instantly opens for me and fiercely starts to fight with my tongue. Her sweet moans make me rumble a sound of contentment of my own before I regretfully pull back.
“Stay here. I don’t need to tell you otherwise, do I? You’re not safe if you leave the compound.”
Her features soften and she gives me a quick nod. “I’ll stay right here, no worries, I’m not stupid.”
“Didn’t say you were.” I smack her ass and stalk out the door.
With every step into the direction of church my anger enhances. Stepping inside, I let the door fall shut behind me as I growl, “That fucker needs to die.”
Helix chuckles. “Mind linking a name to said fucker so we can make it happen?”
A sly smile spreads my face and I sink into my chair at the head of the table. “I’ll do one better…I’ll give you two names. Alvin and Boone. And in that exact order.”
“We won’t have any issues locating Boone but that Alvin fucker is in the wind,” Taz supplies.
I glance around the table. “His daughter told me the fucker has another family and he left this one when he found out his wife died. Pretty sure he’s heading their way.”
Gin rubs the back of his neck as he thinks things through. “Any chance we know where this other family is located? Since we didn’t find shit when we ran a background check on the fucker.”
“Fuck. I should have asked her,” I mutter to myself.
Blake snickers. “She distracted you with her cunt, did she? If the screams comin’ from your room earlier are any indication, I’d say your cock is finally getting some action again.”
Chuckles spread through the room, hands slapping on the table in agreement. Assholes.
“Her pussy is worth more to me than the cash her father owes us, that’s for fucking sure,” I state.
Damn, I’m rock hard at the mere reminder of being balls deep inside her. I reach down and adjust my junk.
Laughter immediately stops and Helix curses and Taz asks, “We’re keeping the bitch?”
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