Sharing a bed with other people blows.
Waking up sometime in the middle of the night, I look over and see both Ireland and Ridge still passed out. I want to kick their asses out so I can wake up Bresin and love on her, but I don’t. She is probably still sore from them dragging her around the party and the shit they pumped into her body.
With other people in my bed, I can’t sleep fucking naked like I am used to. Plus, I get to listen to them snoring. Fuck, I just want to put a sock in Ridge’s damn mouth right about now.
I roll over onto my back, trying not to move Bresin. She groans and wraps her arm around me, curling into me. No matter where I move on the bed, she always finds me and wraps herself around me. I love that about her. It’s like she can’t sleep without me being near.
A slight buzzing noise fills the room. When I look at the nightstand, I see my phone light up. Reaching over, I grab it, seeing the number. Fucking shit. If they don’t have what I want, I’ll refuse to send them any more money.
Getting out of bed, I make my way out of the room and out of earshot of the damn sleeping beauties. “Yeah?”
"I got the shit you wanted. Wire the rest of the money and I'll make sure you get it,” the president of the Draconic Crimson MC says in a deep voice. I don't know much about these guys, but they get the job done. Well worth the money.
“You deal with the fuckers who had it?”
“I don’t leave loose ends. I’ll send someone over with the files once the money hits my account.”
I let his words sink in as I stare out the window of my apartment. Being twenty floors up has its advantages. The view is fucking amazing. It’s really what sold me on the place.
“I’ll wire it over once we are done. Thank you.” I hear footsteps behind me, but don’t turn around.
“That’s a hot piece of ass on that video. We had to, you know, verify we got the goods before dealing with the bastard. I suggest you keep her away from the shady fuckers you and your boys seem to be involved with.”
I grit my teeth. As pissed as I am that they watched it, I'm glad to know they, in fact, have the actual video. "Yeah, I won't let it happen again," I answer before he hangs up. I put my head in my hands and take a deep breath.
"Wire it over? What the fuck is going on, Jagger?" My spine goes ramrod straight as I hear Ridge’s voice behind me. I turn to face him, but don’t say a word.
I pull up my account on my phone and wire the money over to the account the Draconic Crimson MC gave me, then send a text.
It’s done.
They use burners, so I know the next time they contact me, it will be from a different number. A minute later, there’s a knock on the door.
I walk over and open it, seeing a leather-clad biker. Tattoo’s cover most of his neck and disappear into the collar of his shirt. I see the name on his cut. If it were any other situation, I'd probably laugh at his road name. Easy E. He must get shitloads of pussy. If Bresin were in here right now, she'd probably be drooling over him.
He hands me an envelope before looking over my shoulder, grinning and winking. I look to see Bresin standing there, her mouth hanging open. “Way fucking hotter in person. Prez is gonna be pissed he didn't get to see her up close." He smirks at me. I shut the door a little more so he can no longer see her.
“Everything in here?” I ask, opening the envelope, scanning the contents.
“Yeah.”
“Tell your president thanks." He nods, turning and walking away.
As soon as I see him get into the elevator, I close the door, seeing Ridge and Bresin staring each other down. From here, it looks like she might kill him with her bare hands. Her chest is heaving, and he almost looks like a scolded puppy.
"This is your fucking fault, isn't it?!” Her voice carries through the whole damn room. She's clenching her hands next to her sides as she stares at her brother. "He just paid those guys a shit ton of money because of you, Ridge! How could you get involved with fucking drug dealers? They drugged me and tried to kidnap me! They wanted to hurt me because of you! They hurt Ireland because of you."
He doesn’t say anything as he looks at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand. I’ve never seen Bresin go off on Ridge before, but I can't say he doesn't deserve it right now. He's the main reason this shit is happening and the reason I just wired money to a motorcycle club so they could deal with this mess.
If their parents had found out about this shit, I don’t know what would have happened. Shit would have gone down differently. I'm sure they would have tried to pay them off, but that wouldn't have kept them from going after Bresin when they ran out of money. I couldn’t risk it. With the Draconic Crimson, I know they’ll deal with the problem. No questions asked.
"You're pathetic,” she says just as I reach her. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and can feel how badly she is shaking.
“Bresin,” I whisper in her ear. “Stop.” She turns in my arms and presses her face into my chest. I can feel her tears as they fall onto my bare skin.
“I’m sorry, Bres. I love you. I never meant for any of this to happen.” Watching him, I can tell he means it. I’ve heard him tell her that he didn’t mean to do shit before and it’s all been bullshit, but right now, he’s being sincere. “I want to get clean again. I don’t want to keep putting you through this shit. I promise you.”
“I don’t believe you,” she says on a choked sob. Her fingers grip my side a little harder than before, but I don’t move or say anything. I’d give her whatever she needs right now. All she has to do is say the damn word.
“Bresin,” he whispers. She refuses to look at him, pressing her face into my chest. “Please, don’t give up on me. You are one of the only people I have left in this world. Mom and dad are pissed. They told me to stay the fuck away until I got my head out of my ass. All I have is you now, Bres. Please.” He chokes out a sob.
She turns her head to look at him. I can feel the pain radiating from her. "Get yourself clean, then maybe we can talk about it. I want nothing to do with you until then." She pulls herself from my arms and makes her way toward the spare room. She slams the door shut and I hear the click of the lock.
Looking at Ridge, I see a defeated look on his face. I get he's hurting because she just walked away from him, but I also don't blame her. She needs to do what's best for her right now, and I'll stand behind what she decides.
“You’ll keep her safe?” He knows he doesn’t need to ask.
“Always.” I run my hand through my hair as I look up, seeing Ireland standing in the bedroom doorway, eyeliner streaking down her face. She makes her way to Ridge and wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly. “I’m going to check on Bres. Stay as long as you want.”
I quietly make my way toward the spare room. Softly, I knock on the door. When it swings open, I see her tear-stained face. I wrap an arm around her and pick her up, carrying her back down the hall toward my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and turn the lock.
Right now, I don’t care if I piss Ridge off. All I care about is the girl that is in tears because of the shit that’s gone down, the shit Ridge played a hand in. Laying her on the bed, I lay down next to her and just hold her.
“How could he do this shit?” she sobs.
I close my eyes as I hold her tighter. Kissing her forehead, I try to think of the right thing to say, but nothing comes to me. The truth is, I don’t know. He fucked up big, but that doesn’t change the fact that he loves his sister.
"I don't think he meant to, little girl. He just got in too deep."
She sighs against my chest, my heart breaking a little.
“I love you.” Her voice cracks. I hate seeing her like this. I miss the smart-mouthed little girl who could always tempt me to do shit I knew better than to get involved with. The one that sassed me with every sentence she said.
"I love you, too, babe," I whisper against her lips before I kiss her softly. She closes her eyes, and I do the same.
It didn’t take long for Bresin to fall back to sleep.
Slipping out of bed, I make my way out of the room and head toward my office so I can grab my laptop. I need to see what’s in that video so I know what those fuckers had on her. Grabbing the envelope on the way back to my room, I take a seat on a chair in the corner. I pull one of the flash drives out and shove it into one of the ports.
As soon as the first frame comes on the screen, I know I'm going to kill that little bastard. He filmed her without her knowledge, and I'm going to make sure he pays for it.
I watch as the little prick puts his hands on her. I see red. I know I wasn't her first. I asked her that when I fucked her the first time. Now I wish I could go back and change the past. Change it so I am her one and only, no matter how fucking insane that makes me sound. The jealousy in me is rising, and I hate that I'm so damn powerless to stop it.
At one point in the video, she tries to push him off, but he holds her down. "Fuck," I bark out. I watch him hold her hands down by her head as he starts to move against her body.
When I can’t take anymore, I slam my laptop shut and take a few deep breaths, trying to get myself under control. Nothing helps as my mind races with images of his body on hers.
When a cold hand touches my shoulder, I suck in a breath. I can’t face her when I’m this pissed. I won’t take this shit out on her. It isn’t her fault. She doesn’t deserve it.
“Jagger.” Her voice is almost like a soothing balm. I don’t move from my position, but I do look at her. “You watched it.” She doesn’t say anything else as she grabs my hand and leads me back to the bed.