His Twisted Heart : Sons of Lost Souls MC Series Book Nine

by Ellie R. Hunter

  “What does your dad think about that?”

  Hell, what does Aunt Alannah think about it? Her love and loyalty to this club is no secret.

  “He doesn’t think anything about it. He doesn’t know yet. He’s always said it’s our decision if we want to follow in his footsteps or choose a different path. Leo chose the club, but I won’t.”

  “Why don’t you want to join?”

  “The world’s a big place, Tor. You can’t tell me you don’t think about leaving one day?”

  I frown. I haven’t thought about leaving, ever. I love this town: it’s my home. It’s where my family is and will always be.

  “What’s your plan, then? What is it you want to do with your life instead?”

  He remains quiet, and it’s then I know I won’t get the full truth from him, if any at all. He’s no doubt going to track down Sara fucking Lancaster, the girl who got away. For someone who’s a closed book, he’s not all that hard to read sometimes.

  Pushing the thought out of my mind, I smile.

  “What?” he drawls.

  Leaning a little closer to him, I say, “We just had a conversation like normal people… like friends.”

  His eyes widen. Composing himself quickly, he stands. I should’ve kept my mouth shut and saw how far this conversation could’ve gone.

  “You wanna fuck as friends?” he asks instead.

  Deciding to just go with it, I get to my feet and stand close to him, not bothering to think of all the people in the room. I’m not worried about them seeing what Luca makes clear isn’t there. Besides, they’re too busy celebrating.

  One thing that’s been made obvious to me is that the bricks he’s built around himself can be chipped away, and I reckon I have the stamina to succeed in knocking them all down.

  Once we’re inside his room, he spins me around and slams me up against the door. I barely have time to blink when he’s lifting my dress up to my hips and grabbing my hand to hold it there. Dragging my panties down my thighs, he works his belt and shoves his jeans and boxes down his legs.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I do as he orders.

  Stuffing two fingers inside, he says, “Suck.”

  Coating his fingers with my saliva, he pulls them out and rubs them over my entrance. The heat from his touch, and the aggressiveness he’s showing has me wet already.

  Closing the space between us, I shudder as his tip rubs over me. I’m about to beg him to fuck me when he moves back and rips my dress up and over my head. I’m completely naked before him, while he remains fully dressed, bar his jeans that are resting around his knees.

  “That’s better,” he says approvingly while staring at my tits.

  Collecting both my hands in one of his, he holds them above my head and resumes his position against me.

  With one flex of his hips, he’s inside, and proceeds to relentlessly pound into me. My back hits the door with every thrust, and the banging echoes around the room.

  “Fuck, Tor,” he grunts so quietly, I barely hear him.

  The door continues to bang behind me, and I point out, “Someone will hear if they’re passing by,” I pant.

  “Right now, I don’t care.”

  And to prove it, he drops my arms and lifts me around his waist, pushing his chest against mine to keep me in place. With every stroke, I come closer to finding my release.

  “Your pussy was made just for my dick,” he growls.

  I love when he talks during sex. It drives me crazy. “Did you ever consider your dick was made for me?” I manage to get out. “It’s not always about you.”

  His pace quickens, and I can’t help but crave every savage thrust. “It’s always about me… only us when I’m inside you.”

  If I weren’t so worked up, I’d laugh.

  “If you don’t come soon, you’re gonna miss out. I’m ready to fucking blow.”

  He’s not getting one over on me again. “If you come before me, I’ll bite your fucking dick off, and you’ll never come again.”

  “I love it when you threaten me while you’re clenching around me.”

  My back is going to be bruised, no doubt. But like Luca, right now, I don’t care. That’s a later-on problem.

  “Carry me over to the bed so I can ride you.”

  Before I’ve finished, we’re crossing the room, and he’s falling back onto the mattress.

  He’ll not last long with me on top, that’s a sure fucking bet. I roll my hips every time I go down, over and over. Mimicking his earlier action, I shove my fingers into his mouth.

  When they’re nice and wet, I withdraw them and circle my clit while quickening my movements.

  Feeling an intense euphoria flooding through me, I rub my clit harder, bringing myself to climax. When my hips start to slow, I lean over him, bracing my hands on either side of his head to keep myself up while riding the waves of my release. Taking over, Luca grabs my hips, digging his fingers into my skin as he thrusts up and into me. I feel like a rag doll made of jello by the time he finds his own release.

  As soon as he’s done, I collapse beside him, swearing I can see stars. While trying to catch my breath, I feel satisfied in knowing he’s not thinking of anyone but me. He hasn’t got the energy to catch his breath at this point, let alone dwell on Sara. My newfound jealousy takes it as a small victory, and I’m glad my brain looks out for me, making sure nothing stupid comes out of my mouth.

  “You can go now.”

  Opening my eyes, I roll my head to the side and meet his eyes.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Don’t look at me like that. You’re not my girlfriend. You’re not even my friend.”

  A gasp of shock gets stuck in my throat. I’m crashing fast, and I know it’s going to hurt when I land. The high I was just riding has vanished completely.

  Jumping out of the bed, I pick up one of his T-shirts to clean myself with before grabbing my dress.

  Dragging it over my head, I spit out, “If I were Sara, you wouldn’t act like this.”

  My brain has officially left, and my jealousy is rearing its ugly green head.

  Shuffling up the bed, he sits back against the headboard, lights a cigarette, and exhales the smoke, blowing it straight at me.

  “You’re right, you’re not Sara. You’re nowhere near her level.”

  Tears spring to my eyes, and I swallow the lump in my throat. There’s only so many times I can call him an asshole and it mean something, so instead, I release the bitterness taking root in my heart.

  “At least when I lay on my back for you, it’s not because I’m using you to protect me from my daddy.”

  “Watch your fucking mouth, Victoria.”

  “Why? Will it upset you some more?”

  Sliding my feet into my tennis shoes, I add, “You know she used you, right? Why else would she run off when your dad helped her? Once she didn’t need you, she ran, leaving you behind without a second thought.”

  Stubbing the cigarette out on the nightstand like it’s not a piece of furniture, all while keeping his menacing gaze on me, he climbs off the bed and strolls toward me, but I’m not intimidated by him in the least. Remaining in place, I hold my head up high.

  “You don’t know a thing about her, so keep her name out of your fucking mouth.”

  “So I can’t have her name in my mouth, but your dick is okay?” I snort, folding my arms across my chest. “It’s about time you got over her, Luca. And just so you know for future reference, I say what I like, when I like, and not even you could shut me up.”

  Shoving him in the chest to move him out of my way, I swing open his door and slam it shut behind me. Fucking asshole!

  By the time I hit the bottom step, I barrel through the side door and let the tears fall freely.

  I knew where I stood with Luca from the beginning, but why can’t he see I’m worth spending time with beyond the bed?

  Chapter Seven

  Luca

  It was hard to miss the
two gunshots that came from the basement not so long ago. The two guys my dad took down haven’t resurfaced, and I’m pretty sure they’ll be taken out the back door, wrapped in tarp, ready to be dumped and buried in the middle of nowhere, their deaths a penalty for snatching Dad’s new daughter. I’m sure they would’ve died for their actions before Dad knew about Harper on account they wore the Black Crow patch, but today, it was personal.

  Harper sits with JJ across the bar on one of the old beat-up couches, looking happy with him. Noticing the lust shining in her eyes reminds me of Victoria. I wish Sara would’ve looked at me the way Tor does. It wasn’t until our last night together that her eyes darkened with lust, and we took each other’s virginity. Fisting my hands, I rid my mind of the images from that night, letting ones of Victoria lying on my bed replace them.

  She’s finally gotten the message to leave me alone, but I’m still a guy. I can appreciate how stunning she is without her clothes, and even more so when I’m inside of her. It’s like she has some sort of spell on me while I’m inside her. Everything that constantly clogs my mind just disappears. But I connected with Sara, expecting nothing less than bliss with her. Yet with Victoria, it’s different—it’s more. And like a fucking fool, guilt sets in, because I sure as shit know it’s not Victoria I really want.

  Though she’s stunning, it was Sara I first saw barely dressed, and the memory still burns in my memory.

  * * *

  “Come on, the prick is at work. He’ll never know. I’m promise I’ll have you home well before he finishes.”

  The day is stifling hot, and with there being nothing to do in this town, there’s only one place to cool off—the creek. Everyone who hasn’t gotten a summer job will be there, but if you go farther down the creek, it’s quiet, and we won’t be disturbed.

  Sara doesn’t like being in big crowds, and she’s wary around everyone from school.

  Her relenting sigh filters down the line and I smile, knowing I’ve persuaded her to come.

  “You’ll have to pick me up. I’m not walking all that way.”

  As if I would let her walk that distance just to meet me.

  “I’m already outside. You don’t need to bring anything, so hurry.”

  I hang up and toss my phone onto the dash. Tapping my thumb on the steering wheel while I wait, I can’t help but imagine her in the creek, with the water glistening on her skin. My pants grow tight at the thought, and her slamming the door has me adjusting myself so she doesn’t see.

  She tucks the phone I got her into the glove compartment, and I put mine in there as well. With us together, there’s no need for them. Her father doesn’t know she has the phone, because it’s purely for me to call and text when she’s home alone with him. It’s a lifeline she has if she ever needs it.

  “My dad finishes at six. If I’m not home—”

  “You’ll be home by five, I promise.”

  She scoots along the front seat until her arm brushes against mine.

  “I’m surprised your mom hasn’t bought you your own car yet,” she says, looking around the truck I borrow from the club.

  “She’s probably waiting for me to get my bike.”

  My dad works on it most weekends, or when he has spare time. Every time I look at it, it fills me with dread, leaving me feeling weighed down with expectations. He’s always said we can choose our own paths, but it wouldn’t occur to him that not both of his sons have the same plan to follow in his footsteps.

  “You’re not going to ride those death machines, are you?”

  As usual, her voice is quiet, but today, it’s laced with fear for me. Another thing about my Sara is, all she sees is the worst. I’ve ridden a motorcycle many times around the club, and on the land at the back of our house. It’s fun, but all she foresees is the pain they can cause. But her fear for me ignites my feelings for her, and my overwhelming need to make her happy.

  “There’s no point in me having one if you won’t ride with me. I’ll get my own car soon.”

  She visibly relaxes and rests her head on my shoulder as I drive. It doesn’t take long to get to the creek. Hell, it doesn’t take long to get anywhere in this town.

  I park away from the group of students from our school and grab the cool box and blanket from the small back seat.

  By the time I jump down from the truck, she’s around the front, holding out her hand for me to take. It’s the one thing that shows we’re closer than friends.

  It’s hot as Hades, but I’d never pass up a chance to hold her.

  We walk along the creek till we find a soft patch of grass where I set up the blanket and slip out of my boots.

  “The water looks so good,” she murmurs, sliding out of her tennis shoes.

  “Get in. It’ll cool you down.”

  Whipping off my shirt, her eyes drop to my chest before she quickly turns her head to look back out on the water.

  “You’re crazy. I’m not getting in there. Besides, I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

  I know exactly what she’s hiding under her long-sleeved shirt, and it makes my blood boil.

  A sick part of me wants to see. Because she has to live with them, I want the images for me, so I can remember why I have to kill Mr. Lancaster.

  “Surely you’re wearing underwear. No one will come up this far. No one will see you.”

  My suggestion has her looking terrified as I unbutton my jeans. Shoving them down my thighs, her eyes sweep up and down my body. I wish she would just act on her desires.

  I tell everyone she’s just my friend, but that’s only because I don’t want anyone, particularly my mother, putting pressure on her when she’s around. In reality, I love this girl, and I’d do anything for her. I would happily spend the rest of my life with her at my side. I don’t see anyone else, and with her around, I never will.

  “Luc, I can’t.”

  Stepping out of my jeans, I walk over to her, not caring that this is the most she’s seen of me.

  “You don’t have to hide anything from me. Whatever it is you don’t want me to see, I already know is there. For today, it’s just us, and I don’t care what you look like.”

  It’s a straight up lie. I do care, but I’d never let my reaction make her feel worse about herself.

  Stepping away from her, I turn and wade into the water.

  “The water’s cold, but it feels good.”

  “Did you bring towels?” she calls out.

  Nodding, I twiddle my finger so she knows I’m turning around to give her the privacy she needs.

  I swim farther out and dip my head under the water, knowing this is going to kill me. But with her, it’s a pain I’d suffer through with a smile on my face.

  By the time I pop my head above the surface, she’s in the water, deep enough that it covers her up to her neck. I only know she stripped down because I see her shorts and top sitting on the grass.

  Her moan hits me in the balls, and her smile is worth everything.

  “You’re right, the water does feel good. I don’t want to get out till this heat wave passes.”

  “I’m always right. You really should listen to me more.”

  Laughing, she splashes me and swims away, but I chase her down. It doesn’t take much effort, and when I catch her, I pull her to me, bringing her back against my chest. It’s feels so right. But as soon as she tenses, I let her go. She gets close to me on her terms, and I don’t blame her for wanting to be in control. Her father has broken her down so badly, I’m the only one she trusts, but only to a certain point.

  Slapping my hand across the water, it splashes her in her face. Her laughter makes up for the distance now between us.

  I own every single one of her laughs, and it’s not until she sweeps her arm to splash me back that I see the green tinged bruise on her wrist. Flashes of her father gripping her hard enough to mark her fill my head, and my smile disappears.

  Noticing what I’m looking at, she hides her arm under the water again.


  “What did you do this time?” I ask, not meaning for my tone to sound so harsh.

  Looking away, she murmurs, “I don’t remember.”

  “Are we lying to each other now?”

  Her eyes shine with tears, but she doesn’t let them fall. “Why do you want to know everything?”

  Swimming slowly toward her, I tread the water and cup her cheek.

  “Because one day, I’m going to kill him, and when I tell him the reason he’s about to die, I want him to know exactly why he’ll be taking his last breath.”

  Her gasp gets lodged in her throat, and she starts to cough. Composing herself, she says, “You’re not a killer, Luca.”

  “When it comes to him, I will be. I swear to you, one day soon, he’ll never hurt you again.”

  No one cares about this girl but me. Perhaps if the authorities helped on the few occasions they were called on account of her hospital visits, I wouldn’t have to save her.

  Closing her eyes, a small smile tugs at her lips, as if she’s picturing that day.

  Sweeping my thumb across her cheekbone, I add, “I’m going to kill him, and then I’m going to watch as he burns beneath the dirt. And know this, I won’t lose any sleep over it.”

  “You should scare me,” she admits.

  I burn to lean in and kiss her. “Never be afraid of me. I don’t know how to hurt you.” I love you, I silently add.

  But I wait for her to make the first move. If I did and she backed off, it would ruin our friendship. If she decided to avoid and ignore me, she’d have no one. I can bide my time and wait. If being her friend is what she needs from me now, I can do that.

  * * *

  Victoria said Sara used me, but I saw her accusation for what it was. I’d hurt her, and she was saving face, trying to get at me in return. And although I reacted, I gave myself a moment to calm down and let it go.

  There’s nothing Victoria can say about Sara that could truly rile me. I was the one who knew her, not Victoria. She has no right to throw shit around about her because she didn’t know her. No one did but me.