Текст книги "Heaven Sent"
Автор книги: Avelyn Paige
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“And yet he did. He touched me in plain sight of the entire club and no one stopped him.”
“I wasn’t in the room, Dani. I had to deal with some shit in Church. Slider came to get me when he saw him bothering you to handle it. Had I heard or seen what he did to you, I would have taken care of it before you ever had to defend yourself.” His eyes soften momentarily before the cocky asshole side of him flares to life again. “You should have stayed in your room like I asked.”
“Jesus Christ, Hero. Bubbles came to get me because she needed help at the bar. I didn’t realize that serving a few drinks would land me in threat of rape territory. Besides, Raze told her to get me to help.” Shock crosses his face at Raze’s name. His hand releases my chin as his body slowly releases the tension set into his bones.
“Raze didn’t okay you leaving your room, Dani. I was with him all night in Church. He hasn’t left that room in hours. I think I need to have a discussion with Bubbles about disobeying orders.”
“That’s all you fucking care about is that Bubbles lied to me? Jesus, Hero. Your priorities are seriously messed up if you’re more worried about a lying whore than an attempted rape, but I guess brothers first, right?” Pushing against his chest, he locks me in his grasp even tighter.
“It would have never gotten that far, Dani. I told you once and I will tell you again, nothing will ever happen to you while you’re under our roof and protection. How badly did he hurt you?” I try to push away from him but his arm stays firmly against me, keeping me pinned to the bathroom wall. “I asked you a question, Dani. How badly did he hurt you?” Still attempting to shake away from him, I push harder.
“Hero, just let me go. You don’t care that I’m hurt. I’m fucking done here. I’ll pack my shit and be out of your hair by the morning. You’re going to throw me out as soon as you settle the score tomorrow so I might as well take away some of the satisfaction that you’ve finally gotten rid of me.” With one final push, I break free from him.
Charging as fast as I can past him, I reach the bathroom doorway before he pulls me against him while pushing my back against the door frame. His lips collide with mine before I can get away. The heat from his lips devouring mine sends fire running through my veins. My core feels as if it’s about to explode from his touch. His tongue forces my lips to part as his begins to caress mine. He continues to pull me closer to him as his tongue explores my mouth. My body hums louder with each passing second the kiss continues. He breaks away from me and stares into my eyes. My rage is replaced by confusion and unbridled passion. The man who has treated me the worst out of any of the men in this club just kissed me like he was never going to see me again. What the fuck just happened? I stare blankly at him, frozen in shock.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first moment you walked into my club and ripped the place apart like an F-5 tornado. My dick aches every single time you walk into the room. Your fight out there only made this problem fucking worse. You have no idea how sexy you are when you get pissed off. I think I might have the bluest pair of balls on the planet right now.” He would have to keep it in his pants to have blue balls and the entire club knows he hasn’t exactly been practicing abstinence the last few weeks with the ho-train making the walk of shame out of his room every morning. My face must register my sarcastic anger to his admission because he kisses me even harder. His hands press hard into my neck as he continues to kiss me. He only breaks away from my swelling lips when I wince in pain. “Shit, are you okay?” he says as his eyes gauges my reaction.
“I think I’m fine. You were just squeezing me just a little too tightly. I think Trax bruised my throat. It’s tender.” The mention of Trax’s name sends the rage flying back into him. He releases me and stalks away from me toward the shattered door. He turns before he walks through the mess of wood on the floor.
“He’ll pay for touching you, Dani. I’ll make damn sure of it.” He walks closer to the door and yells for Slider. A few seconds later, Slider’s head pops in the door frame, taking in the scene. He has a knowing smile on his face like he can tell that Hero just forcibly kissed me. Fucking men.
“What’s up, Hero? You need something?” he asks while checking out the scene before him. “You okay, sweetheart?”
I nod my head yes, but Hero cuts me short before I can answer. “I need you to move Dani’s shit into my room. Put a guard on the door. I don’t want Trax or any of the charter members fucking with her. You got it?”
A teasing smile lights up Slider’s face. “Sure, Hero. I’ll watch her tonight. The pussy now is otherwise entertained tonight, and I’m not into sloppy seconds from another charter.” I laugh to myself thinking after the show I just witnessed, Blondie might have broken his dick if he’s not chasing after more than a blowjob.
Slider walks into the room and plops himself on my bed, waiting orders on what to move from me. “Get off her fucking bed,” Hero growls at him. He starts to leave the room without even asking me if moving into his room is okay. I’m not about to just up and move on his command.
“I’m not moving into your fucking room, Hero. Just get me a new door. I’m sure the club has a shed full of them at the rate you go through them lately, or is that just reserved for me?” I bark at him. His eyes flash with intense anger. “You’d rather stay in a room without a door where any of these bastards can sneak into your bed or watch you dress than stay in my room where you’ll be safe. You’re fucking kidding me, right?” I hadn’t thought about that. There’s no way the door can be replaced in the middle of the night.
Sharing a room with him will only make my attraction and need for his touches grow. I can’t let him break down these walls and discover the truth about why I left Cleveland. As much as my body wants his, I have to resist him. “I’ll stay with one of the girls. I won’t hole up in your room like a club whore. I’m better than that.” Ignoring Slider, he seizes me by the arm. “You aren’t a club whore to me, Dani. Get that out of your fucking head right now. Your ass better be in my room by the time I get back, or I’ll drag you in there myself. Get to packing, Dani. I have to take care of yet another one of the problems you’ve caused the club.” He doesn’t even give me a chance to argue back before he lets me go and walks out the door.
I punch the door frame. “Fucking bastard,” I mutter to myself, forgetting that Slider is perched on my bed. Slider chuckles to himself as I realize what I just said out loud.
“He might be a bastard, sweetheart, but he’s your problem now.” Shoving Slider off of the bed onto the floor, he returns to his feet and helps me pack what little clothes and toiletries I have into laundry baskets and starts to haul them into Hero’s room down the hall. His room is so much bigger than my tiny one. He has king-sized bed with a black comforter and sheets against the wall. A couch, dresser, and TV line the other wall. I think to myself about how typical his man cave is. All it is missing is posters of naked women littering the plain walls and piles of sticky porn magazines. Oh hell, why not throw in a hard tube sock and old pizza boxes to finish off the stereotype. I take the liberty of claiming an empty drawer in his dresser and deposit my clothes into it. He probably won’t like that but tough shit, it happened. He forced me into this arrangement so it’s only fair that I get what I want out of this.
Slider walks in with the last load of my things and deposits them on Hero’s bed. “Sweetheart, I can see how much he’s pissed you off with the new digs. I understand why he did it, but all I can say is that you need to make him pay for this order. I love to watch him squirm so hit him where it hurts.” Slider laughs as he walks out of the door, closing it behind him.
Hero may think he knows the type of girl that I am, but he has no idea about the real me. I know I am in the worst possible place to keep my secrets, especially with his assumption of my suspicion and guilt, but I need to stay strong and keep my composure. I hope he enjoys sleeping on the couch because he’s just lost the privilege of the bed. I like to spread out, and I’ll make for damn sure that I’m taking up as much room as I can when he gets back. Flipping on the TV and hiding the remote in the hamper so he can’t change it back, I turn to a chick flick movie and plop down on the bed. From the looks of the pile of laundry overflowing onto the floor, I doubt he even knows how to do his own laundry. With the girls busy, it will take days before he finds the remote. I hope he likes lifetime movies because that’s all he’ll be able to watch while I’m in here. I might as well enjoy myself because Hero and the club will bury me alive when and if the truth ever comes out, just like the men they’ll be killing tomorrow.
I don’t know what came over me to order her to move into my room. Maybe it was the fact I watched her nearly castrate one of my unruly brothers in the middle of the clubhouse bar or the kiss. Who the fuck am I kidding? It was both. I can’t believe I kissed her. The feel of her lips against mine made me nearly cream in my jeans. I’ve dreamt so many nights about how soft her skin would be under my fingers and the taste of her lips, but now I know. She’s sweetly addicting, but Dani is also an enigma to me. She pisses me off and turns me on all at once. On the outside, she looks sweetly innocent, but when provoked she turns into a maniacal hellcat. Her fighting moves make me wonder if she had professional training growing up. Rhonda Rousey would be proud to have her as a protégé. I also make a mental note to myself to guard my loins if I ever piss her off. Thinking back to her fight, my dick aches even more for her. She’s even sexier when she’s mad, which brings me back to my foolhardy decision. She’s in my room and in my fucking bed while I’m out here on the main floor mopping up Trax’s blood and holding back from murdering him myself. I’ll deal with him after we settle our business with Twisted Tribe, but my self-inflicted problem remains.
Ratchet’s session with our amigo in the shed was actually productive. Fernando squealed like a stuck pig. Well, in his case, he mumbled, but same fucking difference. Thinking about how he came to be in possession sends my memory back to finding Dani covered in blood. I’m proud of Dani for fighting back against him, but he’d have given us more information if she hadn’t broken his jaw. Fernando gave us enough intel to formulate a plan against them as long as the information is valid. I wouldn’t put it past the slimy bastard to lie to us, but it’s all we have to go on. We’ll have to watch our backs, but within twelve hours our problems should be solved. The best information he delivered to us was that he knew who Dani was and that Enrico picked her up as collateral for the roommate just as she said. I am hoping tomorrow will clear the mystery about her up so I can get a taste of her pussy finally. I decided after nearly losing her to him yesterday that as soon as we know either way about her traitor status, I’m going to fuck her. It might be the last fuck before we kill her, but I’m going to take it either way. My body craves her touch and I won’t end her life before I get my taste. Maybe that makes me a fucked up bastard, but so be it. I can live with that brand.
Returning the mop and bucket to the kitchen, I slide back into my normal seat by Raze, kicking my feet up on the beer bottle covered coffee table.
“I hear you have a new roommate,” he questions.
“Yeah, figured it would be easier to keep an eye on her if she was locked in my room. Well, that and I kicked her door in to have a little chat with her about our brother’s obliterated balls. I caught the bitch trying to squeeze out the bathroom window.”
Raze shakes his head. “Must have been desperate to leave if she was going to risk a two story fall into a pile of cacti,” he quips in return. “You know Trax will want her after she crushed his balls in front of the club.”
“Yeah, that’s not surprising, but he crossed the line. We both know he’ll try to save face by spouting some bullshit about her not having a property patch, but I’ll take care of him. How badly did she hurt him? Will he need reconstructive surgery on his balls?” The thought of that rat bastard losing his family jewels brings a smile to my face. He may be my brother, but he’s the lowest kind of human being on the planet. I bet if given the opportunity, he’d fuck a club whore on his mother’s grave. “I guess she did him a favor if he does, he’ll finally be able to get a bigger pair.” A thought crosses my mind that will likely piss Raze off, but I can’t help myself. “You could always let Maj take care of it. She is technically in charge of the girl.”
“Doc’s checking him out now. He’s holed up in one of the rooms downstairs. He passed out from the pain as his guys were dragging his ass down the stairs. And you know full well that Maj would only cause more problems if we give her the power to punish Trax. I already had to send her back to our civilian house because she wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. I need to relax with what’s coming tomorrow, but all she wants to do is bitch and moan about how we’re being reckless and try to tell me how we should attack the bastards. She can’t leave shit be until after we settle business. It’s like she climaxes on pissing me off now.”
The truth behind his words really surprises me. Maj used to be this calm, cool, and collected old lady when she first married Raze, but lately she’s been far too interested in club business. She was the most respected woman in our club, but over the years her appeal has dwindled. I hope that Raze flips the kill switch on Maj’s curiosity soon before she lands herself in even more trouble. We can’t have the club president’s old lady stirring shit up and poking her nose too far into our business. If he doesn’t rein her in, someone else will, and he won’t like it.
“And that is why I just deal with the club girls. They know their place in the scheme of things and don’t expect hearts and flowers. I don’t want to live surrounded by dramatic bullshit. I’ll take a wet and willing pussy to sink my dick in when needed over some clingy, high strung, bitch old lady.” Raze just stares at me with a smirk on his face. “What, old man? Just because you fell for Maj’s love me forever bullshit doesn’t mean I will.” He lets out a hearty laugh and shakes his head at me.
“You’re already there, brother. That woman has caught you hook, line and sinker. Don’t think I haven’t caught on that you watch her every time she walks into the room. Your tough love spy bullshit may fool everyone else in the club, but not me. I’ve seen it a hundred times before. You act like a fucking asshole toward her to cover up how bad you fucking want her. Moving her into your room on a whim just sealed your fate, even if you are forcing yourself to think otherwise. If we don’t have to kill her after tomorrow, you’ll be property patching her before you ever get your dick wet. Just you watch and see.”
“You’re fucking crazy, you know that, right? I may fuck her, but that doesn’t mean I’m putting my patch on her back. By your logic, if getting my dick wet meant patching every woman, I’d have a fucking harem of claimed pussy in this place. Hell, I’d have pussy stashed around all of the other clubhouses. Not happening, Raze.”
“Keep on arguing with yourself. You know you’re wrong about her, and you’re too fucking proud to admit it and take what you want.”
“You need to get your head examined, old man. I think that old timer’s disease might be setting in since you seem to be confusing me with someone else. Should I have Ruby stock up on Depends and prune juice?”
“Play it off like you don’t care, smartass, but I know you far better than you think I do. I’ve watched you fuck through your so-called harem, and not once have you looked at women like you do Dani. But I know I’m not perfect so would you care to put your money where your mouth is?” he asks. “Two hundred says that before the year’s out, she’ll be wearing your patch and will be knocked up.”
“I’ll take that bet,” I say while shaking his hand. “We could all die tomorrow and even if we don’t, I still think you’re full of shit. Plus, I could use some new chrome for my bike. I hope you like paying for it.”
“You say that now, but you’ll change your mind soon enough. I bet you slide into bed next to her tonight and confess your love for her like Tom Cruise on Oprah’s couch.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself, Raze. I’m done shooting the shit with you. I need to go to double check the weapons and make sure the guys on guard duty are good for the night before turning in. You know, being a leader and shit. Not all of us get to sit around on our gilded thrones while people wait in line to kiss our ass.”
Raze just laughs at me. As soon as I stand up from my spot, someone from the other clubs slides in and leans in close to Raze to talk. Raze won’t sleep at all tonight if he continues to play godfather to the guys. There are just so many inter-club grievances you can listen to before they all sound the same. Shuffling to the back door, I find Tyson’s head buried between two long tan legs. The woman runs her hands through his hair as he sucks on her clit. “Get a room,” I yell at him on my way past the door. He raises just one hand and flips me off; not moving away from the pussy beneath his lips. I bet most of the guys will be burying themselves in the girls tonight as a stress reliever, except for me. My room is occupied, and I’m not risking my balls by taking one of the other girls upstairs to a waiting Dani.
Sliding out the back door, I unlock the weapon’s shed. Running my hands over the cool black metal of the AK-47s and AR-15s soothes me just as it did in Iraq. It’s just another reason why I am so fucked up. Guns shouldn’t soothe a man, but knowing that they will bring down my enemies is as relaxing as a massage. These weapons will solve all of our problems tomorrow when we wipe Twisted Tribe off the planet, soothing the entire club’s ache caused by Jagger’s murder. He wasn’t a fan of condoning violence, but in some cases the old adage of an eye for an eye fits better than a slap on the wrist. Our goals are simple in the attack, take them out and make it back home. I’m not foolish enough to believe that we won’t end up with casualties. Even if things work perfectly, they’ll fire on us just as quickly as we will on them. If the military taught me anything, it was kill them before they kill you. A bullet and revenge, neither one feels remorse nor sadness.
Locking up behind me, I walk out to the front gate. A couple of Trax’s prospects are manning the gate while a few of ours are laying low on the roofs of the buildings. Ratchet waves to me from the roof of the clubhouse with his rifle. Bastard is nuts, but he’s a crack shot. I’d rather have him with me than against me any day. Giving the guys their orders for the night, I return to the clubhouse. The party is finally dying down when I make it back to a thinning crowd in the main room. Only a few guys are lounging in the sitting area of the room while a couple of the girls clean up the empty bottles and cigarette butts covering the floor. How they can party like this the night before they’ll be dealing justice doesn’t make sense to me, but as long as the results are the same, who the fuck cares.
Ruby walks out of the kitchen with a trash bag in her hand just as I round the corner to head up to my room and Dani. Ruby rushes to me and wraps her arms around my neck. “Are you sure you need to go tomorrow, Hero?” she asks. “I don’t want you to get hurt or worse...” she continues as she trails off into a dark thought. Pulling her arms from me, I step back just enough to put space between our bodies. I know where this is headed, and I’m not in the mood for whining and fake emotions. Maybe before this shit went down I would fall for her song and dance of worrying for my safety, but not anymore. I know her game even if it has a well-ended meaning behind it. What feelings I had for Ruby blinked out of existence when Dani came barreling into my life. She’s nothing more to me than a past lover who refuses to walk away.
“You know I have to go, Ruby. It’s a part of being in this club. I’ll be fine, so don’t worry your pretty little head over nothing.” Trying to move away from her, she grabs me by the arm, pulling my attention back to her.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” she asks weakly.
“I want to be alone tonight,” I lie. “Silence helps me focus on the mission ahead. The place I have to go to prepare doesn’t make me fit for company, darlin’, but thank you for offering. Why don’t you take the night off? You and the girls have been busy keeping the clubhouse clean and the guys happy, you need a break.” Turning away before she can answer, I start up the stairs. She watches me take them two at a time until the floor blocks her from my view. Ruby doesn’t need to know that I have a new permanent fixture in my room. It will only cause more issues that I don’t have time to deal with now.
Stopping short of my door, I hesitate before opening it. I know that as soon as I step foot into the room, it will go one of two ways. She’ll hurl something at my head, or I’ll climb in bed next to her. Each possibility comes with its own set of consequences. I weigh my options and turn the knob. Sliding into the dark room, I can see her shapely silhouette under the sheets on my bed from the light of the TV. Glancing at the pictures flashing on the screen, I notice it’s not on ESPN. Why the fuck is there a chick flick on my TV? Trying to find the remote to switch it off, I notice a bare shoulder sticking out from under the covers.
I abandon my search when the thought of her possible nakedness makes my blood pump straight from my brain to my dick. I need to stow my aching cock for at least one night. I don’t want to scare her away the very first night she’s in my room and in my bed. I attempt to will my favorite appendage to remain dormant, but he’s as stubborn as I am. Stripping down to my boxer briefs, I step to the unoccupied side of the bed. Calling the sliver she’s left me unoccupied is nonsense. She’s lying literally in the middle of the bed with her arms and legs outstretched as far as she can reach them. Fuck, seeing her laid out so openly in my bed makes the predicament in my pants grow harder.
Delicately picking up one of her arms, I slide into my apportioned piece of the bed. The smell of her freshly washed hair and skin settles over me, soothing my nerves about being alone in the same room with her, let alone a bed. Her scent is a mixture of honey and lavender and makes me speculate what she may taste like. Her scent alone would tempt the devil himself. Dani is a heavenly being that will be my downfall, I’m sure of it. I force myself not to just reach out and touch her, coaching to myself that until I know for sure that she’s cleared of all accusations, she will remain a prisoner and not a lover. After the things I’ve said to her, I doubt her legs will fall open easily for me. Maybe I should just forget sampling her pussy altogether. I’ve never had to beg for pussy, and it’s too easily available for me to start working for it now. She might not even be worth all the trouble anyway, but I can’t shake this unending desire to hold her and feel her beautiful body under me.
Settling on my pillow, I begin to close my eyes and beg for sleep to come easily. Just as I begin to drift into oblivion, her voice stirs me.
“Why did you move me in here?” she asks without turning to face me. “I thought you hated me.” She thinks I hate her? That’s far from how I feel about her. Hate isn’t exactly the word I would use to describe my trepidation about her. Skeptical or cautious would be more like it, but not hate. How could you hate the one woman on the planet that makes you question every decision you’ve ever made or the way you process your thoughts? She tempts me like no one else has before in her place, but this isn’t about my feelings. My club, and my brothers will always come first to me. Even if she is innocent, she’ll never outrank them. My life isn’t exactly picket fences and two point five kids like you see in the movies. It’s dark and dangerous. Not every woman would be able to handle the lifestyle, but I sure as fuck hope that Dani could be one of them that could.
“After the show you put on earlier with Trax’s ball sac, it’s safer for you to be in here with me. I can’t have some of my brothers beating and raping you under my watch. You’re not here because I like you, it’s just killing two birds with one stone. You’re secure, and I can keep the peace.” I know every single word of that was a lie, but I need to keep her in the dark as long as I can. If I can prove once and for all that she’s not a spy, I’ll feel better about her being around the club. When a woman fights, it’s a turn on for me. Maybe it’s the way their body moves as they strike their opponent or hell, maybe it’s the fact that they wear hardly any clothes in the ring, but fuck, it’s hot. Seeing a woman who can fight like a man flips my “on” button every time. Hell, maybe I just like feisty women like Dani. However, she’s dangerous to the club because a woman who will not submit to orders is a liability. I don’t want to have to show her what happens to a person when a club deems her a liability or a risk to them.
“He attacked me first, you know. It’s sweet how you protect a potential rapist because he wears the same patch as you do,” she retorts, turning over on her side to face me. Her face is beautifully illuminated by the glow of the TV. Her deep brown eyes contrast greatly against her soft feminine features. She was right about being bruised from Trax’s choking as deep purple bruises encircle her throat. Seeing his marks on her brings the asshole inside of me flooding back to the surface.
“He’s my brother, Dani. I can’t exactly play favorites against a brother and a prisoner. If you had listened to me, you’d have never been in that situation. Next time I issue you an order, fucking listen to it.” The intensity of her stare shatters the willpower I am desperately clinging onto. Her eyes could unman the staunchest warrior from his post if she flashed those chocolate browns at them. She has no idea the effect she has on people, and yet she knows how to use it expertly against men like me. She sashays her curves throughout the clubhouse and teases us with each sway of her luscious ass. She’s a fucking tease to us all, but I’m the only one who can’t fucking get her out of my head long enough to stick to my fucking job.
“What happened to the man I met at Red’s that night?” she asks, watching my eyes for a truthful answer. “ I know you were focused more on getting laid that night, but the asshole façade you put on for the club doesn’t feel like it’s the real you. You care about the people here.”
“Don’t, Dani. I’m not the man you seem to think I am. There’s not a heart of gold buried underneath my black heart. I’m not made to love anyone but myself. I was born and bred to kill and service justice, not to love. Now, go back to sleep. I need to rest before I handle business tomorrow. I’d advise you not to leave the room until we get back. You’ll be safer in here after your little stunt tonight.”
I roll away from her and settle into the pillow. Darkness begins to take hold again when she whispers one last thing in the blackness of the room. I can barely hear her words as I fall asleep, but they resonate in my mind as sleep pulls me under.
“Your heart may be black, Hero, but even assholes have them.”
