Oh, my God. Corinne and Luca.
I shoot up off the bed only to fall right back down on it. Fuck that hurt.
“Easy, Doll.” A familiar male voice that has always sent shivers up and down my spine says from the other side of the room.
Turning my head, I find the man who has filled so many of my sexual fantasies. Stoney. He was my childhood crush back before I moved away. And damn if in the last five years he still looks as good if not hotter. With his dark hair and tattooed covered muscular arms. I used to dream of him wrapping those arms around me. I never worried about him being older than me or the fact I’m younger than his son. I simply wanted the man for who he was.
Yeah, don’t go there. Men are all the same. Unless they’re family. Family are the only ones you can count on. Otherwise, men be damned.
Shifting my gaze away from Stoney, I try to get up again by bracing my hands on the bed.
“Rachel, you can’t get up,” Stoney says firmly as he moves to the side of the bed.
“Don’t tell me what to do. I’ll get up if I damn well please. I need to find my children. Where are they? In fact, why are you in here, and where in the hell is my cousin, Tracker?” I snap.
Stoney’s eyes narrow on me as he sits on the edge of the bed and leans into my face putting his so close to mine, I swear if he said anything, our lips would meet. “I’ll let that one slide considering you just woke up, and you’re injured, but talk to me like that again, and I’ll spank your ass red,” he growls.
Did he just say that? Yep, he sure did. Nope don’t even think about it.
Narrowing my own eyes on him, I lift up my hands and push against his chest. Of course, it was pointless since he wouldn’t budge.
Damnit, why does he have to be so damn muscular? I could feel his muscles flex under my fingertips
Get it together, woman. You just escaped a horrible man who treated you like shit. Besides, you have two babies who need you.
“You won’t be doing anything to me. Now move and let me up so I can find my kids. I need to make sure they weren’t hurt,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Doll, you’re not in any state to be going anywhere. Your son and daughter are fine. Momma B has them with her. They’re fine even after you crashed into my clubhouse, which I’d like to know what compelled you to do that in the first place. If you wanted our attention, all you had to do was call your cousin.” Did he really just say that? Seriously he thinks I meant to wreck a vehicle with my children in it.
“You’re a grade-A asshole, you know that. I wouldn’t have put my children in danger by wrecking my truck on purpose,” I scream. For some reason, I can’t help but raise my voice at him.
“That’s me, baby doll. I’m a world-class asshole who doesn’t put up with bullshit from women who do dumb ass shit for no damn reason,” he grinds out, still leaning over me.
“God, why did I think I could come back here? Or even think I could ask for help,” I mutter under my breath.
“What was that, Rachel?” Stoney asks sarcastically. “Were you just about to explain what the fuck you were thinking.”
“No, I wasn’t. Just go get my cousin,” I demand.
“You Doll are seriously working your way into getting that sweet ass of yours a nice shade of red. Now, if you say please, I just might be willing to go get your cousin and see if Momma B will give up your kids,” Stoney states as he comes even closer than he already was. His eyes holding mine and oh boy, if he were to get any closer, our lips would touch.
Shut up. Shut up. Just shut up and keep quiet. I need him to leave the room, and then I can go find my damn kids. After that, I’m getting the hell out of here. They are not gonna want to help me. Not after what I did.
Shit, how am I even gonna get out of here considering my only transportation is wrecked. For that matter, where will I go? Tracker’s the only family I have that gives a damn. All I was to my mom was a check that she got and a verbal punching bag for when she got drunk. It’s why I left this damn town in the first place.
“You gonna say please?” Stoney asks, and I’m unable to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“Oh, mighty one, will you please get the fuck away from me and go get my cousin? You can also send my children to me since I’m not allowed up,” I retort sarcastically.
“Fuck, I forgot what a smart ass mouth you have,” he chuckles as he stands.
“And I forgot what a condescending asshole you could be,” I say, crossing my arms.
Stoney throws his head back and laughs at my words as he leaves the room.
I have to admit Stoney has one incredible laugh. I shouldn’t be surprised considering how gorgeous he is. Even staring at his backside, which I must say looks damn good in his jeans, is drool-worthy. I remember the last time I was here before leaving for college when I walked in on him as he was fucking some clubwhore in the kitchen. I don’t think he saw me, but I know the whore did. Still, I was unable to move from my spot as I stood frozen, staring at his bare ass while he thrust into the woman.
I might have felt some form of jealousy. I wanted to have him plowing into me instead of the red-headed bimbo. But being the ripe age of eighteen, there was no way that would have happened. That and the fact I was this plain Jane girl. It’s why I stayed a virgin until Lucien.
Shit, don’t go there. Don’t think of that dickwad right now. We’re far away from him. I only hope he doesn’t decide to send anyone after me and the babies. He might not care for either of our children, but I have no doubt he’d use them as leverage.
Leaning my head back against the pillow, I stare at the ceiling. “When did my life get so fucked up?” I ask out loud.
That’s the million-dollar question right there since it’s been fucked for longer than I can remember. And it’s only gonna get worse before it gets better.
Chapter Three
Stoney
Closing the door behind me, I finally take a full breath. I hadn’t expected that. Then again, I never expected to have a woman lying in my bed that I hadn’t just freshly fucked. Shit, don’t go there. Rachel is Tracker’s cousin. Yet the way she got sassy with me, I’d barely been able to keep from kissing her. Which is something I don’t do, but I’d wanted to kiss the sass right out of her. I know she’d felt the sexual tension between us.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Maybe that’s why I’d refused to allow Rachel to go to one of the spare rooms when we got her out of the truck. With the way she hit the clubhouse, I’m surprised she wasn’t hurt any more than she is. However, according to Neo, he’s ninety percent sure most of her injuries didn’t come from the wreck. Like the one on her rib cage and then another one on her leg. Oh, then there’s the one on her face that says it all.
Rachel has been beaten, and when I find out who had the nerve to take their hands to her, I’m gonna put a bullet in their brain.
Whoa, hold the fuck up. Where are these feelings of possession coming from?
Shaking my head, I walk down the stairs and straight toward the couch where Momma B, Bear, and Tracker are sitting.
“How is she?” Tracker asks, not even glancing in my direction as he continues to stare at one of the two babies he’s holding. “I didn’t even know she was pregnant.” He admits.