I want to stay here with him, I realize. I don’t want to see him murder people, but I still want to stay. It’s the best place I’ve been in a while.
“Look at how sweet you are on my dick,” he croons. “So mine.”
I cave at his tender words, stroking my fingers through his hair. “Yours.” Please keep me. Please.
He kisses me like he might.
Possessive. Caring. Thoroughly.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m going to come.”
So nice. So gentle.
I hate him.
I don’t.
A sob tears from my throat and he kisses it away. His fingers slide between us and with expert movements, he brings me to orgasm again through my tears and emotions. I come with a choked sound. His cock seems to swell and then he’s pumping cum into me.
Hot.
Furious.
Claiming.
I’m not on the pill. He doesn’t seem to know what a condom is. Either he plans on keeping me, or he’s going to kill me. Men don’t fuck without protection unless they don’t care about the consequences. He either doesn’t care I could get knocked up with his baby, or I won’t ever live to see that day anyway.
I hate him.
I don’t.
Selfishly, I hug him to me like I could keep him. Like I could convince him to change his mind. Like I might make him see that I matter.
He slides out, his dick dragging a trail of wetness over my thigh before he settles beside me. His mouth finds my temple and he kisses me.
“Sleep, PG. Big day tomorrow.”
I pass out seconds later, even though I’m terrified of what tomorrow will bring.
Koyn
She looks like an angel.
With her plump pink lips pouted and her dark lashes fanned over her cheeks, she seems so innocent. She is innocent. And if I don’t untangle her from me, he’ll kill her.
Which is why I shoved the sleeping pills down her throat in the middle of the night. She thrashed and fought me. As soon as she swallowed them all down, I pinned her body beneath me and whispered assurances while I stroked her hair. Eventually, she succumbed to the effects of the pills.
Two hours later, and she’s zonked out.
I take a quick shower, beat one off to memories of her tight ass, and then dress in dark jeans, a black Henley, my combat boots, and my cut. The house is quiet. I step outside in the brisk night air and smoke through half my pack of cigarettes before Copper joins me. He’s quiet for a long time. Eventually he clears his throat.
“You’re taking her home.”
I give him a clipped nod. “For the best.”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t think so?” My chest squeezes, but I ignore it.
“No, I think it’s for the best. The girl…” He sighs. “She doesn’t exactly bring out the best qualities in you, brother.”
I turn to regard my older brother with a scowl. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You lose your fucking mind around her. The MC, me, the past—none of it matters when she’s in your sights.”
I shrug and take another drag. “So?”
“It’s not like with Ellie—”
“Stop.”
“I won’t. You need to hear this.”
“Don’t go fucking badass cop on me now, Jeremy. You know everything I’ve done—everything you’ve done. We’ve been in this together. This whole time.”
He sighs heavily. “We’re still in it together, man. I’m not leaving your ass. Nor will I ever. You can keep the girl and fuck her forever if that’s what makes you fucking happy.” He clutches my shoulder. “But you’re blinded by her. She makes you weak.”
I pull away from his grasp. “It’s why I’m sending her home to her dad. He’s legit?”
Copper nods. “I checked him over. Marron Genworth. He runs Genworth Enterprises. Billion-dollar company. Dude’s loaded. There was a missing person report filed for Nicolette Genworth. The files claim the man was distraught. He lost his wife to an overdose, so his daughter was all he had.”
“Hadley’s just a made-up name?”
“Nah, it’s her middle name.” He holds out his hand and I pass him my cigarette. After he takes a drag, he hands it back. “Genworth lives in a fucking fortress.”
I lived in one too and my family was still taken from me.
“Hmm,” is all I say, unconvinced.
“Private security team. Pays more for them than the White House pays for the Secret Service. She’ll be safe there.”
“Any word on Putnam?”
“Not yet, but I’ve been checking for any local chatter about bikers. Putnam lives by violence, so wherever he goes, he will cause a stir. We’ll catch him,” he assures me.
I take another hard suck off my cigarette before tossing it down and stubbing it out. “How’d Stormy know your name?”
He stiffens. “I don’t fucking know. I’m going to find out.”
“Where is she?”
“Filter took her to their room and they’ve been up there ever since.”
Filter will take care of it. He’s loyal to me, not some nosy club whore. I knew she was always listening in.
“Since you’re awake, grab a coffee and let’s do this shit.”
“Now? How are we getting her there?”
“I slipped her some shit to knock her ass out for hours.”
His lips press together in a disapproving frown, but he nods. “Give me five.”
Daylight breaks when the GPS takes us down a long road toward Genworth’s palace. I don’t say palace fucking lightly. It’s ten times bigger than my massive estate ten years ago. The guy’s a billionaire, so it’s no surprise. The gate is huge and heavily fortified with armed guards. Knowing she’ll be safe has me relaxing. I cast a quick glance into the back seat. She sleeps heavily still. I’d thrown on one of my hoodies and sweatpants on her sleeping body. The clothes swallow her, but it makes me feel good knowing she’ll be leaving covered from head to toe in me.
“Can I help you?” the voice on the intercom says in an unfriendly tone.
“Here to see Genworth.”
“You’ll have to book an appointment with his secretary during normal business hours.”
“I have Nicolette. I’m delivering her to him. Let me fucking through or I’ll turn my ass around and keep her.”
He doesn’t respond.
For five long minutes, we don’t get a response. Still, we wait.
The gate opens and Copper gives me a wary look.
“I don’t like this,” Copper grumbles.
“You don’t like anything.”
I drive his truck through the gate down the long driveway to Genworth’s castle. Two black SUVs sit parked out front with several men standing beside them. They look ready for war.
I’m not here for war.
I’m bringing a gift.
As a father myself and a man who has everything, I know what a truly priceless gift this is.
Once I park Copper’s truck, I climb out, ignoring the weapons trained on me. I fling open the back seat and pull Hadley’s thin body into my arms. Several of the men curse once they realize I wasn’t bluffing.