Текст книги "Worth the Chase"
Автор книги: J. L. Beck
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Four months later, Spring Break –Chase
I knew better than to be sneaking down the halls of the King family home, but I couldn’t resist the chance to see Gia again, or to feel her nails rake against my skin as I slammed my cock into her.
Spring break had come fast, I could hardly believe how much things had changed in the past months that Gia and I had committed ourselves to one another. We no longer slept separately, I moved downstairs into the basement and Taylor moved upstairs into my old room. We transformed the now empty basement room into a reading nook for Gia with a massive bookshelf handmade by me that had intricate designs handcrafted into the wood.
Of course Simon never pressed charges, I guess whatever Mr. King said to him changed his mind rather quickly. We still see him around, though, but we all try our best to avoid one another.
When fall semester grades came out, Gia found out she was in fact at the top of her class. Shortly after, she started receiving numerous offers for internships, her top choice already holding a spot for her after graduation. Me? Well, I got a call two months after Thanksgiving break from a master carpenter asking if I wanted to be a part of his union crew after I graduated. Looks like I didn’t need that roadmap after all, my future was already being written out just like Jacobs told me it would be. As for Taylor and Chance, let’s just say their story is still being written out.
The floor creaked beneath my feet, so I slowed down a bit, forcing my breaths to come in slower. We had left school earlier today for AJ’s wrestling championship and it had been ten hours since the last time I was inside of Gia. I was already going through withdrawals, my mind drifting to the next time I could be in her. I guess that explained why I was sneaking down the hall to her bedroom with her father within hearing distance. That and the fact that she had texted me to come to her room at 1:30 AM.
I took a step forward, following the steps that Gia had told me to take earlier in the day to get to her room without hitting the creaks in the floorboards. I had never expected my girl to be so naughty and devious, but she was. Sneaking out of her room at odd times of the night, giving her dad a heart attack every time I was sure.
The sound of a door opening at the end of the hall caused my eyes to lift. I could see the cast of her shadow across the floor as she peeked outside the door to see if I was still coming. I smirked, my cock growing tighter in my knitted flannel sleep pants. Just a few more steps and her warmth would be surrounding me.
Her eyes shifted to mine as I reached her and even in the darkness I could see the desire to have me moving inside of her present.
“I missed you,” I whispered softly against her lips, just as the softness of her breasts pushed against the hardness of my chest.
“I missed you too.” She placed her lips to my own, and in a matter of seconds the kiss deepened. Our teeth clashed together while our tongues mingled with one another’s. The feeling of her beneath my fingertips was so intense a deep groan had somehow managed to erupt from my chest.
“Hush.” She shushed me while biting my bottom lip hard. The pain was slight and caused my cock to throb. She would pay for that bite, oh fucking boy would she pay for that bite.
One of my hands found her mound as I reached under her lace camisole night shirt, heading straight to her core. “I’m going deep sea diving tonight, so deep I won’t be able to tell our bodies apart,” I spoke, my voice gruff from being so turned on.
A hazy fog of lust swirled around me, enrapturing us in our own private moment. I hadn’t even realized we were still outside of her bedroom and I had her slammed against the wall with my hand in her panties, let alone the fact that I had failed to hear the door opening further down the hall, which could only mean one thing.
Her father.
“I’m going to suggest only once that you head back to the room your things are in, Chase.” Mr. King’s voice was like a douse of cold water on my hard cock as he came to a halt only a few feet away from us. I couldn’t even muster up a response other than to groan in frustration as I released Gia, a giggle escaping her throat.
“Not in my house, son.” He smiled as if he had just brought down an entire drug ring right as I stepped away from her.
“Gah, Dad! How freaking embarrassing!” Gia’s voice traveled down the hallway as I headed to my own bedroom.
I may have been cock blocked by my girlfriend’s father, but at least we hadn’t been caught in the act again, and the fact that I had lived to talk about both events didn’t hurt either.
I climbed into bed with a still somewhat hard cock and fought sleep as I thought about all the different ways I could’ve taken Gia tonight until it dawned on me that I had forever to do that.
Just as I found myself drifting off to sleep, my bedroom door creaked open and not even a minute later a warm body was pressed against mine.
“You’re going to get me killed,” I whispered into her hair. That scent that I now knew I could not live without surrounded me as she snuggled into my side.
“Wouldn’t I be worth it?” Gia asked, looking up at me with those coffee bean eyes as our hands connected. I could feel the coolness from the ring I had placed on her finger four months ago, and as I twisted the ring around her finger I couldn’t wait until this promise became a vow, and this ring was replaced by a different one.
“You’d be more than worth it.” The words left my lips effortlessly and I knew the moment that they did, no truer words had ever been spoken. I wanted a future with her, I wanted to build our life together as if it were a precious piece of wood being made into something that would always be a part of this earth.
“Chase, I lo−,“ I held her tighter, knowing she didn’t need to say the words, because I knew what they were even before they left her mouth, “I know. I love you too, Gianna.”
When I think of all the work that was put into this book, my head spins a little bit. With every book comes the fact that more people have been added to your team. More fans have started to reach out to you, and the pressure of producing a better book gets to be that much more. However with this book, it was the toughest to finish. Being pregnant while writing has been a hard feat and without some of the following people this book wouldn’t even be in your hands right now.
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Prologue
Maggie
Let me tell you a story. One that doesn’t end with happiness, or happy tears, this one ends in blood, revenge, and truth. I was always told the truth would set me free. That in due time, the lies would unravel revealing the truth about who I was, and what it meant to be me.
I never expected to be someone so similar to Killer. To feel the need for blood without a second thought. That was the thing about us, though; we never really knew one another for who we were. We believed that we did.
The secrets of life are always hidden, and the ones that we love the most always die. Killer was my everything, my life, and my reason for breathing. Finding out the real meaning behind the two of us would destroy us. It would destroy everything that made us who we were, but without the truth, without the secrets being told we would never know.
I took that leap of faith separating us for the rest of our lives.
Love lives on within us forever right?
If so then truthfully, I’m never alone.
Chapter One
Killer
Past
Blood surrounded me. I could feel the warmth of it against my skin. The copper smell filling the air and hitting the back of my throat as I took in a large breath. My chest heaved with the effort it took to breathe. What was wrong with me? I blinked my eyes open but saw nothing but darkness. My fists clenched against soft fabric. Where was I? The question echoed loudly in my ears causing my head to ache.
“Killer. Killer.” I could hear her screams, but couldn’t move. She needed me, yet I couldn’t reach her, no matter how hard I had tried.
“Maggie!” I screamed her name as loud as I could, but no words left my lips. Instead, her name and my voice bounced around inside of my head. Darkness plagued me, as I continued to hear her screams, her pleas for help, to be saved. I swam through dark layers of my mind trying to find the slightest trace of light that I could hold on to.
Sweat clung to my brow, as the memories resurfaced. Confusion hit me like a brick wall. What had happened to us? As panic rose within me, more memories filtered through my mind.
“Make it stop. Tell them to stop,” Maggie’s voice was above a beg, whimpers left her throat, and I could feel myself growing hard. Hard for her, for the pain that she was enduring for me. She was strong, so fucking strong.
“Killer can you hear me?” a voice asked. I shook my head trying to make it go away, I didn’t want to hear voices anymore; I simply wanted to know what had happened to Maggie. Unable to speak, I grunted and growled showing them just what I would do to them if I got loose, my own anger begging to be unleashed upon them.
“He’s unresponsive, Sir.” I could hear shuffling of feet over the floor, and a warm, calloused hand against my wrist, yet try as I may to move my hands and legs I couldn’t.
“Brown.” The word was said with so much authority, and suddenly I was being flung through a time portal. To a life that I had only remembered through memories, to a life I didn’t recall ever living.
Maggie stood before me, her dress billowing in the wind. She was beautiful, her hair pinned back in an elegant way. As my eyes zoned in closer I realized it was a facade, it had to be. Maggie’s image tilted, before red started forming on her hands and throat.
“No…” I screamed, running towards her. I needed to stop the bleeding to make sure that she was okay, but with every step I took toward her, I was flung further away. Blood poured from her as she grabbed her hands staring at them in understanding.
“It’s what they wanted, Killer. It’s what will happen.” Her voice was so soft, like cashmere. My eyes grew wide in fear, her voice warming me and filling me with so much self-hate. This was my fault.
“Maggie!” I screamed her name, her face tilted sideways as if she was trying to understand me.
“Revive him.” The voice said again, pulling me from the past. A course of electricity zinged through me, causing my heartbeat to jolt in my chest. I could hear the loud thuds of it in my ear, and the smell of burnt hair filtering in through my nostrils. Confusion overwhelmed me. Was I dying?
“Place him back under,” the voice said again. Squeezing my eyes closed, I tried to focus on the voice, on anything that could tell me where I was.
In the next instant, I could feel my body clinging to the side of a pool. Dark water lay at each side of me. The water was so dark and cold that my lips quivered, and my teeth chattered against one another loudly.
“Maggie!” I yelled her name but heard nothing back. It was as if I was living in my own personal hell. She wasn’t here with me. This was all inside of my head. It had to be, what else could be happening?
Without warning my grip on the side of the pool went slack, and I sunk deeply into the water. I flailed against the cold water, attempting to swim back to the top, my attempts going nowhere. Numbness was taking over my limbs, as my body scrapped against the bottom of the pool and an image formed above me.
I blinked, focusing in on the man. Not understanding how I could see him crystal clear as if there weren't a million gallons of water separating us.
I stared at the man for a long time he looked very familiar but at the same time didn’t. His presence alone had caused my heartbeat to start pounding in my ears again. A rush of anger zinged through me, and just as I opened my mouth to yell, to say something, anything, I could feel the warmth of light grabbing me and the darkness fading again.
“Stable, Sir.” The voice was back, the memory interrupted before I could get an answer.
“Good. Now I want you to contact them.” The man’s voice grew colder with each word that was spoken. I had never wished for my voice to work so much in my life. To ask questions, to get answers.
“I will let them know, Sir. Do you want me to let them know that we have the girl also?” Without hesitation, my eyes popped open. There was no amount of drugs or pain that could keep me from her.
The girl? Who was the girl? I could feel the anger I had towards them bringing up the girl but didn’t understand the meaning behind it.
Anger surged through my veins. I took everything in as fast as I could as I tried to get my body parts to catch up with my brain. My eyes zeroed in on every single object in the room. I needed to take in as much as I could before they forced my body back under.
I was lying on a bed, the wall before me was a stark white color, clean, hospital like. I drifted my attention to the men closest to my bed, they held clipboards, and wore lab coats that mirrored that of the walls in color, their faces frozen in shock as I ripped the cords they had placed in my body out.
“Where am I?” My voice was hoarse and angry. Why had I stopped to ask questions? I should’ve been destroying anything and everyone to get to her. Yet, I felt that I needed answers, that I needed something to tell me all of this wasn’t a dream. I lifted my nose to the air to see if I could get her scent, anything that would point me in the right direction, but instead all I could smell was the disgusting scent of antiseptic and bleach.
“You’re being treated for your injuries.” One of the lab coat workers said, his voice startled. I stared at him blankly, knowing that he was lying. I could practically see the lies written on his face.
The other worker looked between me, and his partner, and I knew he was about to lie as well. I stepped off the bed, my fists clenched as I felt the urge to release the inner beast on them.
They lie! All human lie!! I growled loudly, causing them to take a few steps back.
“Why don’t you sit back down on the bed and while help you figure everything out.” I could hear the fear, and panic in his voice.
Shaking my head in rage, I decided I would give these people one more chance to explain things to me, otherwise they were as good as dead.
“Tell. Me. Where. I. Am.” I screamed each word, making sure they understood my question. I was on the verge of crumbling my vision going black. I had one urge, and one urge only and that was the need to make them answer me.
“I…” The male to my left stumbled over his words while the other seemed to have pulled his balls out of his asshole. This caused a bubble of hysterical laughter to form inside of me. If he wasn’t shaking in his fucking boots now, he would be the second I wrapped my hands around his throat.
“Killer… If that’s even what you would like to be referred to as?” He questioned me like I was dumb, causing my muscles to ache, with built up tension. I had given them many a chance to explain themselves so why was I not dismembering their bodies?
“You won’t have enough time to say my name, let alone remember it once I rip your body apart. Of course I’ll start with your throat, I hate it when my prey screams as I pull their limbs from the body.” I sneered, trying not to lose focus on the important things here. Things like the girl and finding out where I was.
The man smirked, still seeming nonetheless un-phased by my anger, “I’ll just call you Killer since we have no paperwork on who you’re.” He stepped closer to me and I forced my fingers to move, to grip the sheets in rage. My body was still in some sort of penalization.
“You’re a Killer, right? You were made to do this correct?” His eyes narrowed. In them a hate that mirrored my own lingered. Did I not just tell him I would rip him from limb to limb? “To rip people to shreds, to kill, and not care that you’re doing so? To be relentless by nature, to rip life from those that you seek unfit of living?” He was mind-fucking me. Trying to get me to spill something, a secret, an answer, anything. My mind and body told me to lock everything up that I needed to hide inside myself, but I had never been a runner, a person to hide from the dark that lingered around every corner.
“I don’t think you know who I am at all.” My teeth ground together, and somehow I had managed to bite the inside of my cheek. The taste of blood filling my mouth, caused a haze to fall over my mind.
“Because if you did know who I was you would’ve been running for the hills already,” I whispered to him, making sure he understood the finality in my voice. I would end him and his pathetic life the second I could get my body to react. My hands wouldn’t move, but my legs, my legs had carried me a few steps. If only I could get the blood to move to other places.
“I’m not scared of you, Killer.” A smile formed on his face. “No one is.” He finished, and I could feel his voice drifting off in my head, the darkness gripping at me.
“You will be,” I snarled just as I fell into the abyss.
“Where are you?” The person asking the question repeated himself many times but I continued to shake my head, over and over again ignoring him. My stomach was on the verge of pouring its contents out.
“I told you I don’t know,” I screamed as searing pain shot through my eyes. The images before me played out like a play, colors of every spectrum showed, and I smiled as an image of Maggie filtered into the dark spots.
“Do you not understand the severity of your actions, Killer? Do you not understand that with her birth comes your death?” The man was talking in circles, circles that I refused to follow him through. Instead, I continued staring at images of Maggie and me from the past.
Happiness filled my chest, lifting me up. I had to find her, bring her home, and show her just how much I loved her. Just how sorry I was for breaking us both, for causing our damnation.
“Your memories of her are very strong.” The man once again interrupted the wonderful play going on inside of my head. Oh god, how I wished for peace and quiet.
“You know nothing,” was all I murmured not wanting to ruin the precious minutes I had with her. He didn’t know Maggie. He couldn’t. No one did. Only I did. She was mine. All mine.
“He’s going into shock, dose him up and then bring her in. When he wakes up, he needs to see her.” I could hear their whispers, and it was then that I realized just how far gone I was.
Where was I really, and what had they done with the girl, who I now understood as Maggie?
Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Acknowledgments
Project: Rogue
