CHAPTER FIVE
Felix
DRIVING TO THE ADDRESS Mac gave us, we end up in the ghetto. It’s a shitty neighborhood for a retired cop.
We pull up to a house that is missing siding, has a broken window at the very top, and shingles are missing from the roof. There’s a black Buick in the driveway that is chipped and has tape holding plastic over the back window.
“You sure this is the address?” I ask pulling my helmet off. My hair gets caught in it and I have to untangle it. I swear I should cut this shit, but the chicks seem to love it.
“Yeah, this is it,” Mac replies confidently.
Throwing my leg over my seat I notice the neighbors eyeing us suspiciously. They look like crack heads. Skinny, thin dull hair, and dark bags under their eyes. Their house matches Kelly’s in upkeep. I jut my chin at them, and they look away quickly. Respect, it feels good.
Machete knocks on the front door, and nobody answers. He knocks again and I notice the curtain move in the bay window located at the front of the house.
“He’s in there,” I state.
“Kelly?” Zeek shouts. “We need to talk.”
Suddenly a bullet clips through the front door, snagging Machete in the arm. He hisses, grabbing at the bloody wound.
Not fucking around, I kick the door open. It slams into Kelly knocking him on his ass, his gun skidding along the dirty floor.
He reaches for the gun, and I slam my boot into his face as hard as I can. Busting his nose, I can feel the crack beneath my foot.
Zeek grabs the gun, and Machete stomps into the house and grabs Kelly by the stained shirt before laying a series of punches to his face. His strength more than he knows, he’s about to kill the motherfucker.
“Easy brother, we still need him alive for information.” I try and hold him back. Machete is a machine that can’t be controlled unless he wants to be controlled.
Machete breathes heavily, eyeing Kelly like dinner before tossing his limp body to the dirty floor. Machete wipes the blood from his arm, and smears it across Kelly’s face. Kelly cringes, his face painted like something from an Indian movie as it marks under his eyes and forehead.
Machete growls, holding his arm as he glares at a whimpering Kelly.
Kelly wipes his face of the blood, scooting to his ass. His eyes are wide with fear, his bottom lip trembling as blood slips from the bridge of his nose down his chin.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I imply, tilting my head to the side.
“You guys. It was you guys who did this to me!” he sobs, and I furrow my brows in confusion.
“What? Broke your nose?” I shrug. “Because you kind of had that coming with your shitty hospitality.” It smells like body odor and pizza in, the house has no lights and looks trashed.
“It was your kind that took my partner from me!” He points with a shaky hand. “You took my life!” he continues hysterically.
Zeek grabs a chair from the table and sits in it casually, and Mac raids the man’s kitchen like he normally does. I swear Mac is a bottomless pit when it comes to eating.
“Tell us what you know about Alessandra and her father,” Zeek demands with a no bullshit tone.
Kelly sits up straighter, sniffling in blood, his eyes watering from the pain. His hair is greasy and unruly, his beard outgrown and disgusting. He looks like a bum.
“What about them?” he replies vaguely.
Having enough of the games, I raise my gun to his head, the chamber clicking.
“I’m about three seconds from blowing your fucking brains out if you don’t tell me what I want to know!” I threaten. I can feel Zeek staring at me, knowing he’s not impressed with my impatience or attitude.
“Okay! Okay!” Kelly raises his hands, his body stiff as I might pull the trigger any moment.
“Brock found her in this place held underground. There were fifteen kids of all ages and genders. Investigators conveyed the missing children were taken from tourists and used for training purposes. Take a kid, train them to fight and kill,” he explains. “It was The Sin City Outlaws little army if you ask me!” he spits, and I snarl with that inaccurate assumption.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Zeek sneers.
“Cross! He was in charge of the whole operation, and everyone knew it!” Kelly informs with a shaky voice.
I glance at Zeek with wide eyes, this is news to us that Cross was running an underground operation like that. “We found parents to several of the kids, but a few of them didn’t know their names, hell, they didn’t even know their birthdays they were taken so young. Alessandra was one of the ones who didn’t know anything about herself. Told Brock her name was Brown 5.” He begins to laugh hysterically, and it unnerves me. “She didn’t know her name, but knew how to break someone’s neck, and shoot a gun at age five. How ironic,” he snorts.
“Jesus Christ,” Zeek mumbles, rubbing his chin.
“Cross was of course cleared of all charges because none of the kids actually saw him, just heard his name. We had one witness, but they went missing, and so Cross walked free, nobody was fucking charged for what happened to those kids!” Kelly begins to cry, his back and forth of emotions telling me he might be high.
“What happened to Brock?” I ask, biting my inner cheek.
“Cross found out that Brock adopted one of his prodigies. Brock’s dying wish was that Cross let Alessandra go and Cross said she was tainted goods anyway and ended his life right in front of me before killing one of his own men to cover it up. He was going to kill me but I ran, and I’ve been hiding ever since.” The man looks up at us with sad eyes. Tears slip from his eyes, but I’m unmoved. “I’m a coward,” he wails before grabbing the barrel of my gun and pressing his temple into it. “Just kill me!” he spits through gritted teeth.
I jerk my gun from his head and grab him by the hair making him look me in the eyes.
“The Sin City Outlaws were not a part of that charade, I assure you,” I tell him before tossing him back on his ass.
“You’re going to want to see this, brother,” Mac states to no one in particular from another room, his voice laced with shock. My gut twists, not liking the sound of this.
“Keep an eye on him,” I tell Machete, and follow Zeek and Mac into the living room. The couch is covered in plastic, and the coffee table is littered with crack and foils.
On the wall are pictures of Alessandra of all ages, plastered like a collage of a serial killer’s wet dream. Her at the gym, park, with Jillian, and us. It’s stalking to a whole other level.
“This is some sick shit,” Zeek mutters, pulling one of the photos of Jillian and Alessandra down. They’re laughing together at what looks like a diner.
Right in the middle of all the photos, is one of a little brown haired girl and man in a cop uniform. Alessandra’s dad I presume. Pulling it from the wall, I stuff it in my cut.
My spine feels stiff, my stomach sick. Striding into the hallway, I eye Kelly who has obviously gone off the deep end. PTSD, or some shit. My hands flex with an unknown urge I can’t pinpoint. Jealousy? Rage? I don’t like that he has been watching her without her knowing. Some of those photos were of her dressing, and I know she’s not mine but knowing what I do, I feel like I know her more than she knows herself. I have a responsibility to keep her safe now.
“Stay away from Alessandra,” I warn him. Head lowered, eyes hooded I silently tell him the pain I will inflict him if he so much as looks her way. He shakes his head, sniffling and rocking back and forth.
“No, she needs my protection, especially from you! Your kind ruined her life, and mine, remember!” he shouts, a blood vassal protruding from his forehead. “She needs protection from herself,” he mumbles, before pulling at his hair and rocking like a madman.
Alessandra isn’t as innocent as anyone thinks, she’s a darker breed and I’m wanting to get to know her more and more with every piece to her puzzle I find out.
“He’s fucking lost it, and a liability,” I tell everyone. Pulling my gun from my holster I point it at him and fire a bullet right into his skull. Blood and brain matter paint the wall behind him as his head falls to his chest.
“Goddamn it, Felix,” Zeek scorns me.
“Needed to be done,” I insist, tucking my gun in my pocket. If anyone was a danger to Alessandra it was him, and I’ll be damned if anyone stands in my way of Alessandra. If I want her, I will have her.
“We need to get out of here, and fast,” Mac insists, looking out the window.
“Machete, make sure the neighbors are aware they didn’t see shit,” Zeek orders, his tone indicating the bodies will pile up if they say a word. “Clean that blood off his face with bleach too, last thing we need is fucking DNA on the body,” Zeek scorns.
“I’ll just torch the place.” Machete shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“Fucking fire bug,” Zeek shakes his head.
Stepping out of the house I inhale a sharp breath. The smell of the air is mixed of gunpowder and metallic.
Why did I kill him? Why do I care?
The questions run through my head like a bad memory.
Taking one step at a time down the porch I can’t help but want to protect Alessandra now. It was an obligation at first, and now my priority.
It’s no wonder I’m attracted to Alessandra, she doesn’t have blue blood running through her like she thinks. She’s much darker, and our inner beasts are speaking to one another without us even knowing it. It all makes sense now.
Knowing the information I do, there is no stopping me from taking what I want.
Alessandra
Driving to my house, I hear the familiar sound of a motorcycle. Slamming the driver side door shut Felix pulls into my driveway and cuts the engine.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Taking you back to the club. Where you belong.” He raises a challenging brow. Jesus, they just won’t give up will they.
“Don’t you think this is a little ridiculous, nobody is coming after me.” I look around the block to indicate my point. It’s empty, and as pristine as the Brady Bunch.
“Just following orders, sweetheart,” he smarts, and I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, you look like a rule-following kind of guy,” I mumble low enough he can’t hear me.
Turning on my heel I head inside the house.
“Ma?” Nobody answers. I wonder if they already came and got her?
The door shuts behind me and Felix stands there. His eyes are darker than normal, his stare unfamiliar. His big shoulders flex as he crosses his arms, his stance wide. He takes up my whole living room, and looks powerful. I’ve never brought a man home before, not that I invited this one.
“Get your shit,” he orders. “I ain’t got all day.”
“Asshole,” I mutter.
Pete571 runs into the room with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and ears flopping. He’s excited to see me, and is running at full speed.
“Whoa!” Felix tenses, pulling his gun out and aiming at Pete. The way he holds his gun, the look on his face I instantly have to clench my thighs to stifle the throbbing. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he handles his gun.
Out of instinct, I step in front of his aim, my hands raised.
“NO!”
Felix flicks his gaze to me before back at the dog. “Put the gun down, he’s just a dog!” I demand. My arms raised in the air I take notice of how Felix’s eyes rake down my body slowly, it does things to me.
“Not just a dog, these motherfuckers eat my kind. They’re fucking fur-missiles,” he insists. Lowering his gun, he raises his pant leg and a set of teeth marks scar his calf. I laugh, bending down to pick up my dog. I still need to find a name for him besides Pete571. He won’t be a department issued dog, he will be my family.
“Well, you know they’re just teaching idiots not to run one bite at a time,” I wink, trying my hardest not to laugh at Felix and his fear of German Shepherds.
“Not funny,” he sneers. But it is.
Setting Pete571 down, I go pack a small bag. Making sure to grab clean clothes and my toothbrush.
“Did you find anything out about my dad?” I ask lightly.
“Um, I’m still looking into it, but I can say he’s not your dad,” Felix tells me.
“I already know that part,” I inform with a deep sigh, hearing it confirmed doesn’t make it sit any easier though. I wonder how my dad would have told me. How I became his? There’s a lot of questions I want to ask him and can’t.
Scooping up Pete571, I bite back my emotions.
“I’m ready.”
Felix looks at me with a cold expression.
“That dog is not coming to my club.”
I raise a brow.
“If he doesn’t, then I don’t.”
Riding on the back of the motorcycle, my bag is tied to the back, and Pete571 is in my lap. His face is in the wind, and wet tongue hanging out. If I wouldn’t know any better, I’d say he has a little biker in him.
Felix shifts between my thighs, reminding me of his strong body between my legs, and my heart bucks at the same time my sex pulses with need. My hands want to run across his back, and up his strong shoulders. To feel his lips against my ear, and his hand in my hair. I wonder if he’s a gentle lover, or a ravaging one. Taking every breath with a bite of pain, or caressing and caring. Closing my eyes, I try to control my body’s reaction to this man, my shaded thoughts that run rampant. It’s no use though. Felix makes me vulnerable when he’s near, making a part of myself I knew was there but masked, rise like a welcomed demon. I can’t defend myself against what’s inside of me around Felix and that scares me. All of this scares me. Whatever it is.
Arriving at the clubhouse, Felix parks his bike, and helps me off. The way his eyes rake me from top to bottom doesn’t go unnoticed. My skin prickles beneath his intrusive stare. Looking deep in his eyes you can tell he’s lethal and dangerous, but it’s laced with something softer than before. Tilting my head to the side I wonder what’s changed. There’s something there that wasn’t there before in the way he looks at me.
Tearing his gaze from mine, he grabs my bag and throws it over his shoulder before strutting toward the clubhouse without a word. Pete571 in my hands I follow in tow. Walking in the clubhouse Jillian’s eyes light up at the dog. She runs over to it and instantly squishes his face.
“Oh my God, where did you get him?” she coos.
“Um, he was in the bloodline of my father’s K9,” I tell her softly. Her eyes lift to mine in knowing. I look away, not liking the vulnerability I suddenly feel.
“Where are the babies?” I ask, noticing I don’t hear a screaming child.
“They’re down for the night,” she explains with relief.
“What the hell is that?” Machete asks, stepping toward me. He’s such big man he could play for the NFL. A fucking lumberjack at best. His red hair is everywhere, his piercing eyes laid right on Pete571. Maybe bringing him wasn’t the best idea.
“A dog,” I clip.
Machete looks at me before Pete. Then a big smile breaks his serial killer look as he pets his brown fur.
“Never been up close to a German Shepard that isn’t trying to eat my face off,” he chuckles, and a nervous laugh racks my chest. Machete doesn’t do a lot of talking. He seems to be the most brooding, mysterious one around here. If anyone scares me, it’s him. “What’s his name?”
“Um, they call him Pete571—”
“Oh, we have to rename him. He ain’t no police dog. Look at em’, he looks like an outlaw.” He grabs Pete571 under the arms and lifts him from my hold without warning. Holding him up in the air like a scene from The Lion King he looks him over. “Yeah, look at him,” he mutters under his breath, admiring Pete. “His name is Rocky,” he says with force. He cuts me a hard look as if I better agree. I hold my hands up in surrender, only an idiot would disagree with a man like Machete.
“Rocky it is,” I nod. It’s better than Pete that’s for sure.
The rest of the patched members surround Machete, all talking and cooing over the German Shepherd. All but Felix that is. He’s leaning against the bar counter eyeing me with that look again. Like he hates me, but secretly wants me.
“Don’t mind him,” Jillian whispers in my ear. “Zeek told me a K9 was brought in by the FBI and Felix covered for his dad to escape, only to have his dad killed by a rival gang that same night. I think he blames himself.”
I turn where I stand looking at Jillian with panicked eyes. “You’re fucking with me?” I ask, I hope.
She gives a sympathetic smirk. “That’s what I was told.”
Hanging my head, I suddenly feel like a bitch for bringing Pete571, er, Rocky. But what was I supposed to do? Leave him at the house. My stepmom left him when she went to June’s, a puppy can’t just be left unattended.
“Relax, he’ll get over it. He’s just playing the brooding biker,” she sasses. Taking my gaze from her to him, he’s a sight to behold. His elbows are on the bar, his hooded eyes focused solely on me. Those thick lashes and broken eyes hold me where I stand, and I suddenly become aware of my every breath as I stare back. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say those are fuck me eyes,” Jillian jeers, before sashaying off down the hall like a know-it-all.
Crossing my arms, I inhale a breath.
I hope Felix doesn’t come on to me. I’m too much of a slut to say no to such a sexy man.
Brooding, bad boy, damaged. He’s a wet dream. One I’d like to cuff and show him who’s in control.
“Brock, baby?” The familiar voice of my mother catches my attention by the bar. She’s wearing a baby blue shirt and gray sweatpants, her hair everywhere.
“Mom?” Oh my God, they did bring her here.
She walks up to Mac, her cheeks rosy red as she bats her eyes at him.
“I’m Mac, Mrs. Lucas,” Mac insists, a look of worry crossing his handsome face.
My stepmom doesn’t seem to care as she grabs Mac’s hands.
“Dance with me, it’s been forever since you’ve danced with me,” she coos, and Mac sighs before giving in and dancing with her. I start to say something but then shut my mouth. I have no words.
“Oh yeah, your mom is here and keeps thinking Mac is your dad,” Jillian informs.
“Shoot me now,” I run my hands down my face, and Jillian laughs.
“Hey, she’s safe here, and Carola loves her. They’re bunking together even.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose I nod, trying to see this as a good thing but this is all happening so quickly I can’t decide how I feel. I guess she’ll be better here than a nursing home, she won’t be eating Manwich right out of the can, and maybe keeping her busy helping around here will help with her straying episodes.
“All right, give her the damn dog back,” Zeek barks, and Rocky is suddenly shoved in my arms.
“He can stay, but he shits you’re cleaning it up,” Zeek informs. He eyes me with softer eyes than I’ve ever seen Zeek process. I wonder if it’s because he knows what I saw today?
“Yeah, or Bomber Jack can lick it up,” Gatz jokes, elbowing the prospect in the chest and the rest of the guys cackle and laugh.
“I’m going to take him to my room,” I reply, noticing the crowd starting to get hectic with the dark hours. It’s probably best if I tuck in for the night.
***
In my room, Rocky is asleep by my side as I listen to the music gently pounding through the walls. It’s starting to get wild out there. The smell of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke creeping its way from under my door as the night tires on. I’m not tired, not the least bit. Curiosity has me wanting to explore the nightlife of The Sin City Outlaws. I’m intrigued how wild they get. It’s no lie I like good music, good beer, and a good time. Just because I’m a cop, doesn’t mean I have to be a nun.
Sitting up on the bed, Rocky’s ears perk as his eyes snap to attention.
“Should I go check it out? Maybe just look?” I bite my nails nervously, staring down at Rocky. “I could lie and say I’m getting a drink or something?” Rocky tilts his head to the side, eyeing me like he has no idea what I’m talking about. Jesus, I’m talking to a dog. What has my life come to.
Throwing the blankets off me, I tiptoe to the door and open it. The smell of drugs is strong and sound of “Back In Black” by AC/DC is playing.
A half naked girl saunters down the hall, her hair is puffy with too much hair spray. She’s wearing a leather jacket and chaps. I’ve never seen her before. She slurs something at me, her eyes looking me up and down like I’m the help or something before entering a room at the end of the hall.
Biting my cheek, I fluff my hair a little and look down at my attire. White shirt from the academy, and gray shorts. Shit.
Crossing my arms to cover the logo of the academy, I slip out. I’m just going to look anyway so there is no need to doll up. The hallway is dark, and a couple I don’t recognize is making out against the wall. He has one hand up her shirt, and the other down her pants. She looks bored as she plays on her phone.
Stepping past them I enter the mouth of the main action. Girls dance on the bar, and men staring up at them like they’re dancing from heaven. There’s two men wrestling by the door that I don’t recognize, and a girl just sniffed coke off the tip of Mac’s dick. His tongue is sliding along the bottom of his lip as he watches her, his hand firmly on his shaft. He’s thick from what I can see. It’s thrilling to see, I’ve never seen anyone let loose like this before. Because I am law enforcement most people keep it tame at parties I’m invited to, scared I’ll turn them in or something. My heart thunders at the wild scene unfolding in front of me. Like an adult pop-up book, everywhere you turn there’s something else jumping at you that takes you by surprise.
Everyone looks like they’re having a good time, and I want to have a good time. I want to be a part of the wild that isn’t afraid of me! I don’t want to be tucked away in bed like a fucking grandma.
Pushing through the crowd with my mind made up, I head back to my room to change. My eyes catch a glimpse of Gia dancing topless on a man’s lap. She has a big rack for such a tiny girl. Bigger than mine that is for sure. Taking a step further toward my room I notice she’s not dancing for just any man, it’s Felix. His eyes slowly drift from her, to mine and I hold my breath. His hair is pulled up with strays falling into his dark eyes. His jaw ticks, as his hands slide up the back of Gia. I quickly avert my eyes downward, taking a deep breath into my burning lungs. Making quick work of my feet I return to my room.
Tossing my shirt and shorts to the floor, I empty my bag in hopes I have something halfway decent. It won’t be biker apparel, but maybe I grabbed something a little sexy.
Grabbing a silky pair of red underwear, I notice they’re too big to be panties and unfold it. It’s a skimpy dress I bought a long time ago. I never wore it because Jillian said it if you can fold it up and put it in your purse, it’s not a dress.
Perfect.
I slide it over my body, the thin silk material painting my body perfectly. I toss my hair over my shoulder and spray some of my perfume on my collarbone. Heading to the bathroom, I pull open my makeup and apply a little dark eye shadow.
The bedroom door opens and shuts and Rocky whines from the bed. Mascara in my hand I continue to apply it to my eyelashes when a bare-chested Felix steps into the reflection of the mirror.
His chest is so chiseled and defined. Tattooed and hard, I bite my lip as I look down, anywhere but at the beast behind me. He’s obviously claimed by Gia, and I’m not one to mess with someone else’s man.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice husky. I lower my mascara wand and frown at his tone.
“What? You can go have a skank ride your lap, but I can’t get my rocks off?” I sneer. His jaw ticks, his hands balling into fists. “You got it all wrong if you think I’m going to sit in here and play the good girl while you all have a good time,” I laugh, continuing applying my makeup.
In one large step, he’s suddenly behind me, his hand striking out and fisting my hair harshly. I whimper, dropping my makeup. My eyes snapping to his. I’m not afraid, not at all. In fact, my nipples bud to attention and my clit pulses with excitement at the control Felix is dominating. A change of pace for me as I’m usually the one in control.
“Maybe you forgot, but I forbid you to open those legs to any of my men,” he grits into the back my hair.
“Didn’t forget, just don’t care,” I seethe through the pain slicing through my scalp. His eyes flash with licks of heat, his left brow lifting. Thrusting his hips against my ass, my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head from the bulge pushing against me. Running his nose behind my ear, he smells me and my mouth parts to allow the hard breath burning in my chest to escape. He’s like a feral animal smelling his prey just before he tears into it, and for some reason that has me dripping wet with anticipation.
“Aren’t you with Gia?” I breathe heavily. His eyes snap to mine in the mirror.
“I belong to no one,” he retorts with hostility.
He kicks my legs apart, his knee pressing into my heat. It takes all my strength not to grind myself onto him. My mouth parts with a rush of sexual needs pulsing through me. “When you’re in my house, I say who you fuck,” he whispers darkly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper through clenched teeth. My eyes glaring at a man that is more than he lets on, one that comes off as a beast, but just might be something softer that only I can see.
He brushes the nape of my neck and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, my body wound tight as I white knuckle the sink.
“Did it terrify you when you kissed me?” I ask, and my lips suddenly ache to touch his again.
His chest rises with one steady breath, his hair falling to his menacing eyes.
“Not as much as this,” he growls.
He swirls his knees against my clit to grab my attention and a quick gasp wracks my body.
“Jesus,” I moan, my fingers gripping the counter for strength.
Crooking my head to the side, he runs his soft lips along the shell of my neck. Goosebumps lick up my arms, a shiver running down my back.
“Jesus can’t help you now, Dirty Bird. You’re in the den of the Outlaws, and you’re mine right now.” His words are threatening but promising, sexy but hateful.
I want it all.
He whips me around, my hair flinging in my face. He grabs the thin material of my dress and fists it like Tarzan just before he tears it apart like a goddamn napkin. My breasts bounce freely, my nipples hard and aching for his touch. My bold act of not wearing any panties giving him the full view of my waxed pussy.
His eyes trail down my body agonizingly slow. His expression not giving away that he likes what he sees or not, I squirm under his intrusive stare.
Tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth he trails a finger from my collarbone down between my breasts, slowly to my belly button. My stomach trembles from the soft but ample touch. As if I’m something he’s never seen or touched before but has been dying to.
“Are you sure you want to cross that line?” I breathe heavily. His eye snap to mine, and narrow in on me. The forbidden desire that was once a slow ember now an inferno.
“If you’re going to be a slut, you’re going to be one with me. Understand?” he insults.
“I’m nothing like Gia,” I snap. I’m not a slut, I mean, not that he knows of anyway.
Dipping his hand lower his finger brushes over my mound and my body bucks against him.
“Oh I know, trust me. I fucking know,” he replies wolfishly. He flicks my clit and my whole body heats to a level I’ve never known it was capable of.
“I’m going to have this pussy dripping so wet that you’re not going to care if I put it in your ass, your mouth, or this sweet little pussy. As long as you have my dick inside of you,” he states arrogantly.
My head falls back, my body grinding on its own accord against his hold.
“I thought you didn’t fuck cops?” I moan.
He releases his hand from my clit and grabs me by the throat, his face inches from mine. A rush of something exciting and dark races through me with his hard grip around my throat. It angers me but fuels me. I melt into his hold, granting him claim of my entire being. My world spins, and I clench my eyes shut trying to make sense of my body’s reaction.
“You’re no fucking cop,” he seethes, and I can’t help but look at him with a lost look. He always sneers at me in disgust that I’m a cop, what’s different now?
“Why do you say that?” His eyes flick between both of mine.
“You would have turned us in today if you were.” He tilts his head to the side. “Why didn’t you?”
I swallow, his hold tight on my throat. “I don’t know,” I whisper honestly. I have plenty of excuses as to why I didn’t, but none of them justify why I really did it. I don’t know why I turned around, something inside of me told me to push my feet to turn around and I did. Something dark and dangerous dwelling deep within my soul told me to look away.
Letting go of my throat he grabs me under the thighs, using one hand he clears the counter in reckless abandon of my makeup and toothbrush. All of it flinging around the bathroom.
He plows my ass on the counter, and like a crazed animal, I lose control. Done with the games, done with what is right and wrong. My mouth smashes against his as my hands make work of his belt.
He tastes of weed and whiskey, his lips are hard and demanding. His tongue taking no mercy as it explores my mouth. He pulls a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and rips it open with his teeth. My pussy throbs with what’s to come. Using my feet, I push his jeans and underwear just down his ass and his length springs free. It’s big in girth and long in length. It’s veiny, and the head is massive. My body tingles looking at it. He sheathes his cock in the condom. Setting each of my feet on the edge of the counter I widen my legs for him, giving my pink, wet pussy to him fully. He rests his hand on my collarbone again and stills. His eyes on mine. It’s a moment that neither of us speak but something soft and sentimental passes silently.
My nostrils flare in this moment, my heart drumming against my chest.
Using his free hand, he holds the base of his hard length and slams it into my wetness.
My head falls back against the mirror as a satisfying moan erupts from my lips. He stretches me like no man I’ve been with. His length hits the back of me and fills me fully. It feels so fucking good and hurts just the same. I could fuck him all night.
“Goddamn,” he moans, his hand tightening around my throat. The control he seeks turns me on more than I ever thought I’d enjoy. I want it, I crave it. It makes me feel safe watching his strength and dominance take over. He pumps into me again, and I swear the breath is thrust from my lungs. My mouth gaped open, eyes rolled back he hits me just right.
He plunges into me again and again. A jerk of his hips taking my breath away each time. Our impulsive touches, and harsh breathing the closest feeling to having my soul ripped from my chest as he fucks me into a darker realm. His head falls into the crook of my neck, his breath hot and sticky against my skin. His hand remains on my neck, as he owns my whole body telling me who’s in charge.
My nails scrape at his back for purchase as I ride the wave of this beast of a man. With a sharp jerk of his hips my back thrusts into the mirror so hard it cracks it, the sound of glass splintering beneath me. But we don’t stop or slow down. Nothing can stop us from crossing that forbidden line that both of us have been craving since we met. It’s filled with hate, and lust swirled with infatuation and sin. He fucks me hard, and oh so good. Pressure builds in my core, and my toes curl around his back.
My head falls forward, and in a haze I see a blurry image standing in the room behind Felix. I blink and notice it’s a fuming Gia. Angry eyes watch us, her chest rising and falling. I smile like the fucking Devil as I ride Felix’s cock. Shaking her head, she turns quickly and leaves, making sure to slam the door hard. Felix’s body tenses in my hold, and teeth clamp down on my shoulder so hard it’s the last ingredient to throw me into ecstasy. I come so hard I see stars and lose my breath. My body wound up so tight I feel like I may combust on this counter.
He pumps his hips one more time, as he stills in my hold. Both of us gasping for air as we come down from our high.
He pulls from the crook of my neck, and eyes me warily. Our bodies are sweaty, and my limbs ache. His chest is flushed, and I can’t help but run my nails down his chest like a feral cat. I didn’t want this to end, I want more.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asks, his tender tone doing things to me.
I shake my head. “No, just the opposite,” I smile. I’ve never had it that rough before, and I loved it. Of course I don’t go into detail in telling him that, I don’t want to come off like a clinger.
Pulling the condom off his cock, cum drips on the counter. He dabs his finger in it and runs it across my chest like a barbarian. I eye him like a crazy person.
“You don’t fuck any of my men, do you understand?” his tone sharp, grabbing his jeans he pulls them up and steps back. That moment of softness gone, and control and dominance back in its place.
“Why? Because you want me for yourself?” I prod. He stops, looking over his shoulder but not quite all the way. The look in his eyes tells me he’s battling with what he’s about to say.
“I don’t fuck cops,” he sneers.
My mouth drops, rage fueling my chest so hard I feel my heart tear apart.
“If you think I’m just one of those girls you can control and walk over, then you have another thing coming, asshole!”
That grabs his attention because he turns around and grabs me under the thighs lifting me from the counter. He tosses me on the bed and hovers over me. His fists pressed into the mattress with execution.
“I’m always up for a challenge, Black Bird.” I tilt my head at his nickname. He used to call me Blue Bird. “If I see you so much as look at one of my brothers in a manner that pisses me off, I will strip you where you stand and fuck you in front of them all.” My thighs clench imagining that scene play out.
“You wouldn’t,” I dare. He raises a brow, his hair that escaped his man bun falling in his face.
“You seem to think I give a shit, I don’t. I’m not a gentleman, don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise,” he counters. I furrow my brows at what he thinks of himself.
“Why do you think you’re such a bad guy?”
Lowering his head, I instantly feel him cool beneath my hand, his body tensing. He pulls away from me, his hand running through his messy hair.
“Since I was a kid I’ve lived in the shadows of a motorcycle club. Being the child of A Sin City Outlaws, you’re immediately judged as the city’s vile underside before you’re even allowed to decide your worth. After so many years, you become the thing people say you are,” he states so huskily my hearts pangs for him. His eyes meeting mine with darkness and longing. I see then and there not what this man is capable of, but of the beast inside of him, that makes that possible.
“Don’t give me that fucking look,” he orders, and I pull the sheet over my bare body.
“What look?”
“Like you feel bad for me or something. You and I aren’t so different, you’re a wolf in a sheep’s disguise,” he states so calmly, so deeply, and raw it makes me think he knows me more than I know myself for a second. He’s implying I’m more savage than I let on. Am I?
Maybe he’s talking about what I did today when I turned away from the bloody scene I stepped upon. My eyes shoot to his, what if he found something out about my dad that I don’t know about?
“Did you find something out I need to know?” I whisper, my brows furrowing. My heart drumming with hope that he has the piece to this missing puzzle that escapes my soul.
His jaw ticks, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks away from me. That hardness that he bestows so beautifully but fearfully masking his softer side.
“No, nothing,” he replies, pushing off the bed. Grabbing the door handle, he stops where he stands.
“Don’t fucking leave this room!” he snaps angrily before shutting the door with force.
I feel vulnerable and I don’t like it. Guilt pangs at my chest at what just happened in that bathroom, how I became so weak to his advance. Hell, I didn’t even play hard to get.
Biting my lip his words echoes in my head.
“We’re not so different.” The way he said it, it had meaning behind it.
My senses tell me he’s lying about something. I’m trained to know when someone is lying to me and he just hit every check mark.
Felix
Stepping outside of the bedroom I rub at my neck anxiously. This feeling running through me unnerves me. I lost control and fucked her, and I felt so close to her, so raw and real that it has me confused and fucking angry. I fucked a goddamn cop. Being inside of Alessandra was like fucking for the very first time. She was soft, smelled good, tight around my cock. I hate her and want her all in one emotion. Running my hands down my face, I exhale a ragged breath. What the fuck did I just do? I betrayed my blood, my fucking code of life. I lose control and I knew I would eventually. Every time I’m near her, it’s as if my body is drawn to her regardless of the shiny fucking badge she wears. I want to rip it off and slam my dick into her until she screams every time I see her ass in that cruiser.
“You smell like her.”
Looking to my left, Gia is leaning against the wall just outside my door, her arms crossed. Her left brow is raised, her eyes looking at me with judgment. She knows, and I have no doubt will make a fucking mess of things.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, ignoring her accusation. Slipping off the wall like a black widow, she sashays toward me.
“I came to find you, and maybe play a little.” She tilts her head to the side as she rubs her hand over my dick. I raise a brow at her and find her tacky rather than sexy for the first time. What is happening to me?
I run my palm down my face, not sure what this fucking means. I fucked a cop, even if she is dirty and has a black past, I’m no good for her. I’ll take her into the throes of hell, and won’t let her escape. That is why I can’t tell her about her past because then our demons really will bond and there will be no turning back. She needs to find out if she wants to play on the dark side or twirl in the light all on her own, and I’m not going to make it easy for her to pick a side. This life is not for little girls.
“Give me five minutes,” I growl, shoving past Gia. She giggles annoyingly, and I head into the main area for a shot of whiskey. Needing something to calm my racing thoughts and unfamiliar feelings drumming through my cold veins.
Going behind the bar I grab the whiskey bottle, tossing the cap on the bar I decide to just take three large gulps and say fuck the shot glass.
It burns so good all the way down, instantly warming my blood. My fingers so close to my face I can smell Alessandra’s sweet pussy on my fingers. I can’t help but inhale a deeper breath, and it pisses me off I want more.
I broke a code being with her, and I liked it. I fucking liked it!
Lowering the bottle, I watch Gia enter a random room down the hall. I need her. I need Gia to ground me, remind me of what I am and this is as good as it gets for me.
Trashy women, breaking the law, and reigning repercussions on the citizens of Vegas. I’m biker trash, and always will be.
Slamming the bottle down, I push past the crowd and right into the room with Gia. She’s standing in the middle of the room shirtless, her mouth parted sexily. She turns where she stands, and one stride at a time she makes her way to me.
She reaches out to touch me and I strike my hand out and fist her hair before she can make contact.
I bring her mouth a hair’s length away from mine and really look at her. She whimpers in my hold, and I notice how dry her hair feels in my hand compared to Alessandra’s silky brown locks. How her red lipstick looks cheap against Alessandra’s pink lip gloss. I shove Gia away and growl at where my head is. I’m always horny, and love to fuck multiple times in a night. What the hell is wrong with me?
Heading to the chair, I lean back and close my eyes. Yeah, if I don’t see Gia I won’t compare the difference between her and Alessandra. I need to get my head straight, and having Gia’s familiar touch will bring my head back to where it needs to be.
I feel her slide between my legs, and fumble with my jeans. My dick is still flaccid, not even slightly excited. What the fuck? Blowing out a ragged breath I look over and find a rolled blunt on the table. Don’t mind if I do, I need it more than whoever left it.
I grab it and open the drawer in hopes of finding a lighter. I find a small blue one and giant purple dildo right next to it. Grabbing the lighter, I light the end of the blunt and take a deep breath. The green remedy fills my lungs, and relaxes my mind.
“You okay, baby?” Gia coos, her eyes fluttering with concern. I’m sure she cares about me on some fucked up level, but you can never be sure here. Girls want the alpha, the man wearing the cut so they can feel like they’re special. If I told Gia to take a hike I wouldn’t be surprised if she jumped on another brother’s dick in a heartbeat. I can’t trust her.
“Shut up,” I hiss, taking a drag off the blunt.
She stands, and turns, pulling her skirt over her ass. Tan lines mark her round ass that reminds me of two globes. I love a big ass. Reaching out, I rub at one cheek roughly before slapping the skin as hard as I can. She winces as her hand slides down between her legs. She acts like she likes it rough, but I’m not so sure she does.
“You want to stick your dick in my ass?” she moans, her hair falling down her back. My dick jumps at that thought, but it’s still not enough. Not close.
“Get Dolly,” I order her. Maybe if I get two girls in here my dick will be pleased. She stands and looks at me with pouty lips. Gia’s jealousy isn’t cute on her. “Get her, or get the fuck out,” I bark, not in the mood for her shit.
Gia steps to the door and hollers for Dolly, not bothering to push her skirt back down.
Seconds later Dolly walks in half drunk. Not surprising, ever since Zeek fell for Jillian, Dolly has been lost as to what to do next. Staggering in, I notice the top of her red dress is so loose her tits are flopping everywhere, her pink panties are showing from the bottom of the dress riding up. The bridge of her nose is broke, and her makeup is thick trying to cover the black eye Alessandra gave her. Dragging my bottom lip in-between my teeth I try to keep from smiling.
“Hey, baby,” Dolly coos at me.
Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I can’t find an ounce of horniness in me. Alessandra fucking broke me. The girls giggle, reminding me they’re there. Being with Black Bird made me feel like I crossed a line I didn’t belong on, but I can’t for the life of me drag my ass to that bed and fuck these two girls. My dick just isn’t into it. It had something much sweeter and finer, and refuses to go back to something old and worn.
Opening the drawer, I fist the giant dildo. “Fuck her in the ass,” I instruct Dolly, before tossing her the fake dick. Gia’s eyes light up excitedly, and Dolly rubs her hands along the rubber silicone like she just hit the fucking lottery.
It’s hard to have respect for these women when they don’t respect themselves.
Dolly kisses Gia playfully, and Gia kisses her back. Both of them keeping their eyes on me as they make out together. Gia’s hands slide over Dolly’s bare breast slowly her nipples budding from the touch. They fall onto the bed together, and Gia sticks her ass into the air ready for the purple eggplant to slam in her ass.
“Spit on this?” Dolly outstretches her hand, the dildo in it. I lift a brow, I’m not spitting on that thing.
Getting the hint, she shrugs and spits on it herself before turning back to Gia and shoving it in her ass slowly. Her ass opens up for it easily, and she moans like a porn star. Dolly pinches her own nipple as she slips the dick in as far as it will go. The sound of the rubber dick slamming into Gia’s ass makes a slurping sound just before she moans out with pleasure.
Sitting back in my chair I blow a cloud of smoke as I watch the two. Tanned legs, fake tits, and tacky hair tangle in the bed before me. As I watch them, I’m trying to make sense of the woman in the other room.
Why her damaged past makes me want her more, to see past the fact she’s a cop and I’m a traitor to my blood.
“Fuck me harder!” Gia moans, and Dolly’s arm works faster as she pumps it into her.
Tilting my head to the side I inhale the earthy tones and think maybe I’m thinking too hard.
If I want Alessandra, why not just fucking take her. My president claimed a sheriff, so am I really betraying my bloodline or are we evolving into a smarter breed.
Shaking my head, I’m not sure. The only thing that is standing in my way is her badge, and by the looks of Alessandra, she’s no fucking cop.
I just need her to see that.
The girls climax together, moaning and howling sexily.
Stubbing the joint out in the palm of my hand, I stand. The girls falling on the bed out of breath, and the dildo in Dolly’s hand. If Alessandra has taught me anything, it’s that there is a difference between being a freak and a ho. These girls are the latter, and their act is getting stale.
“Where are you going?” Dolly asks out of breath, working her tired arm.
“Thanks for the show ladies,” I mutter. I mean, I’m not a complete asshole, I’m going to thank them for their company. Even if I wasn’t the one getting off.
That’s a fucking first.
Entering my room, I slowly close the door, sliding along it until my ass hits the floor. It’s dark, and the smell of forbidden sex lingers within the air.
Sitting from afar I watch Black Bird sleep naked in my bed. The blankets wrapped around her and her chocolate hair splayed on my pillow.
I hate her and want her. I want to kill her but feel every inch of her soft skin while I fuck her while she moans my name.
It’s fucking confusing.