Текст книги "The Wrath of Cain"
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The Wrath of Cain
by
Kathy Coopmans
© 2015
COPYRIGHT © 2015 BY KATHY COOPMANS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED NO PART OF THIS BOOK MAY BE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS, ELECTRONIC OR MECHANICAL, INCLUDING PHOTOCOPYING, RECORDING, OR BY ANY INFORMATION STORAGE AND RETRIEVAL SYSTEM WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR, EXCEPT FOR THE USE OF BRIEF QUOTATIONS IN A BOOK REVIEW.
The Wrath of Cain © 2015 Kathy Coopmans
Cover Design © 2015 Sommer Stein
Photography © 2015Christopher John
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission by the author.
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To Shane. My Hero.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Prologue
“I can’t believe we just got married! Married, Cain! Can you believe it?” I exclaim in delight at my boyfriend of two years, Cain Bexley.
No, I take that back; he was my boyfriend. Now he’s my husband.
“Calla Bexley!” Cain yells at the top of his lungs as we walk out of the courthouse in downtown Detroit where we’ve just gotten married.
It all happened so fast that I still can’t believe we pulled it off without either of our families finding out. Maybe that’s why Cain said we should come to Detroit to get married instead of holding the ceremony in my hometown of Bloomfield Hills, a small community on the outskirts of the city.
Our fathers hate each other, and that is putting it mildly. I guess you could call the two of us forbidden lovers. My parents are even less lenient than Cain’s dad, and that is putting it mildly, too.
This bullshit between our fathers goes all the way back to their time in high school, where my dad was the big jock and Cain’s dad was the big party animal, and part of the notorious Sinners of Revolution MC.
Who gives a shit, right? That’s what we kept telling them all. Let it go, I would tell my dad, but nope, he wouldn’t listen. He would always carry on about the fact that Jed Bexley had been chasing after my mom. Wouldn’t leave her alone, always trying to get her to go out with him and all that high school drama crap.
I remember the first day I came home and told my parents I had a date, a date with the boy I’d secretly had a crush on since elementary school. A boy who was a badass. No one, and I mean no one, messed with Cain for the simple fact of who his dad was. Me, on the other hand… I saw Cain for who he really was, just a teenager like myself trying to get through school and make it to the next chapter in our lives.
My dad was furious when I told him who it was, and forbade me to go out with him. I was crushed. I cried and begged him to please let me go. He refused, told me straight to my face that he was no good for me, and if I ever went out with that boy, he would send me away or lock me in my room.
I snuck out and did it anyway, with help from my mom, of course. She’s the only one who has been on my side. I know for the most part it’s because she loves me, but she has a soft spot for Cain, too.
She knew he didn’t grow up with a mother. He lost her in a tragic accident when he was three years old. An elderly couple slid on some ice and lost control of their vehicle, slamming right into Cain’s mom and crushing her body against a parked car. Cain doesn’t talk about her at all; says he has very little memory of her. It’s sad. No child should ever have to grow up without a parent.
For two years, Cain and I have snuck around seeing each other whenever we could, both of us lying to our fathers. It’s been hard, but we’ve managed to do it. I could go on and on about this feud between our fathers, but not today, and hopefully not ever again. Now that we’re both eighteen and married, there isn’t jack shit they can do to us.
“Come here, wife,” Cain growls in my ear.
He pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply as we come to a stop in front of his bike, the Harley I love so much, painted in the blackest of blacks and all decked out with shiny chrome. The only other color on the bike is a white Calla lily painted on the side, which he had done just two weeks ago for my birthday.
His tongue swirls with mine as he sits sideways on his bike, his long legs stretching outwards. He pulls my body flush with his. I inhale the deep smell of his leather vest and all that is Cain.
“So, I think we should just get this over with and go tell both of our parents, because I am not hiding anymore from any of them. I want them all to know you’re mine.”
“Okay,” I manage to squeak out.
He knows it turns me on when he nibbles on my ear and neck. If we weren’t here in the middle of this busy street, I would straddle him on this damn bike and fuck him hard, ride him like I have done so many times. One of the reasons I love his bike is that when the weather is warm, we love to have sex on it. Trust me when I say it sucks in the winter when we have to sneak around in his truck, trying to find a place to park in the middle of all that snow.
“Your parents first, or mine?” he now asks.
“Mine,” I say.
He hands me my helmet and I tuck my ponytail inside, climbing on the back of his bike as best I can with a knee-length skirt on. I tuck it underneath me as Cain swings his long leg over and starts the bike up. My hands wrap around his middle and I clasp them together over his tight abs, but on second thought, I reach down and give his cock a quick squeeze through his jeans. He cranes his neck back to stare at me with the same desire in his eyes that I have in my own.
“You want that cock, don’t you, Calla?”
His eyes roam over my face.
“Always,” I grin.
With a knowing smirk, he flips down his visor and races toward I-75.
He only slows down when we pull onto my street, removing one of his hands to give my knee a light squeeze of reassurance. Those nervous butterflies start flapping their wings in my belly when I see both of my parents’ cars parked in the drive.
“We can do this, Calla. You’re not alone now. I’m your husband, and there ain’t jack shit they can say anymore.”
He shuts off his bike. The loud rumble dies off, but before either one of us climb off, my father is jumping down off of the porch and getting right up in Cain’s face.
“Where the hell have the two of you been?” he screams loud enough that our neighbors on both sides of our house come running outside.
“John!” my mother hollers from right behind him.
“Don’t fucking John me, Cecily. I want to know where this motherfucking punk took my daughter.”
Cain stands face to face with my dad, never wavering or backing down, and glares right back at him.
“Calla, what have you done?” Mom asks in her sweet voice, a look of disappointment set in her expression.
Swallowing hard, I grab my husband’s hand as he helps me off of his bike.
“Dad, stop it,” I say sternly.
“I’m the parent here, Calla, not you.”
Dad’s gaze stays locked on Cain when he speaks.
“Don’t talk to my wife like that.”
Cain’s harsh and protective attitude has me moving quickly to stand in between the two men. I stare up at my dad, his eyes shooting not daggers, but bullets into Cain’s head as they dance rapidly across his face.
“Calla,” Dad says as he looks down at me.
“Tell me what he just said isn’t true. That you didn’t marry this piece of shit!”
I feel Cain stiffen behind me.
“Dad, that’s enough. And yes, I did marry him. I love him.”
My dad scoffs and his next words slice right down the center of my body, severing my heart.
“If that’s true and you are now a Bexley, then you are no longer a part of this family.”
Then he just turns and walks away, no explanation, no nothing, slamming the front door so hard that I jump. But when the one person who has been by my side this entire time looks at me with displeasure, I start to shake and my world crumbles as tears begin to fall freely from my eyes.
“What have the two of you done?”
My mother is crying now. Cain has his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Look, Mrs. Greer, we love each other. This feud between our fathers has nothing to do with us,” Cain says.
“No, it doesn’t, but the two of you just running off and getting married like this is going to make this situation so much worse than it already is.”
“What situation?” I ask. “Dad and Jed haven’t even spoken to each other in years.”
“No, they haven’t, but you both know better than to do something like this. What about college? What are the two of you going to do about that? You’ve already been accepted into the University of Michigan. You leave in a month.”
My heart starts to pound and then I become furious with my mother, which I have never done before.
“Mom, it’s only an hour away. We have it all worked out.”
“Look, I believe in young love; that’s why I supported you two. But this is unacceptable, Calla. You can’t just run off and get married without telling anyone. Why would you keep something as big as this from me?”
“I’m sorry,” I say sincerely.
“Sorry isn’t good enough. This is a mistake, one the two of you should have thought through before you ran off and did something as rash as this.”
“You knew, didn’t you? That’s why the two of you came barreling out of the house like you did. You knew we went and got married and you told Dad, didn’t you?” I seethe.
“I did. I found all of this material on marriage housing in your room and I put two and two together when you didn’t come home last night from Lexi’s house.” She grabs my arms.
“I don’t think you realize the severity of what the two of you have done. And you!”
She points her finger at Cain.
“How could you do this? You of all people know how important her education is. You’ll be a distraction to her and she will never become a lawyer like she has always wanted to be,” she accuses, scowling at the both of us.
“Mrs. Greer, that’s not true. I already have a job, and we’ve been accepted into marriage housing. I have always supported her and I will continue to do so. We came here hoping for your blessing. You know I would never do anything to stand in the way of what she wants. Unlike our fathers.”
He hesitates for a moment, which gives my mom the perfect opportunity to start right back in.
“I won’t give the two of you my blessing, not now, anyway. I’m more than disappointed in the both of you.”
Mom pinches the end of her nose and closes her eyes. When she opens them again, they are still wet from her tears and concern is etched across her face.
“You are my daughter, Calla, and I love you more than anything, so I will support you. As far as your dad goes, he’ll come around eventually. I know he didn’t mean what he said. Now, what do you two have planned for the next month before you leave for school?”
She looks at the two of us.
“Please tell me you have something planned.”
“We’re staying at the compound,” Cain finally says.
“Really? And your father is okay with this?” she questions, her hands going to her hips.
“He doesn’t know, either. We thought we would tell you first,” I say.
She shakes her head.
“Good Lord, you two. Cain, how about if you go tell your dad, and I help Calla pack some of her stuff? I can bring her over there later tonight, and for right now she can go inside with me and we can try to reason with her father.”
Cain squeezes me tightly.
“Fine, as long as you promise to bring her to me.”
“Of course, I will,” she promises as my husband turns to me.
“I’ll see you later tonight then, babe. Okay?”
He spins me around in his arms, kissing my forehead.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. If anything changes, I promise I’ll text you.”
He chuckles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. I know he’s just as scared to tell his dad as I have been to tell mine. More, even. Cain’s father has been grooming him to take over the club once he retires. When he finds out about me, there is no telling what he will do or say. I place my arms around his neck and lean up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear.
“I love you. Just remember that and everything will be fine.”
This time his smile does reach his eyes. I stand there and watch my husband drive off then turn back to my mother, who still looks disappointed. I feel terrible for being the one to put that look on her face when all she has ever done is support me, love me, and remind me every day that my happiness is all that matters to her.
She grabs my hand and waves to our nosy neighbor as we walk up the sidewalk to our house, but when we climb up onto the porch, she pauses at the doorway.
“Let me talk to him while you go up and pack a bag. It will all work out, I promise.”
Her smile is tight, making me nervous and frightened, it is telling me something she can’t. I can feel it, and all I want to do is run back down the stairs, jump into my car, and go after Cain.
I rush up to my room, pull my already packed suitcase out from under my bed and toss it on top. I gather up a few more pairs of shorts, t-shirts, and panties, then stuff them inside and close it up. Clasping the handle and lugging the case onto the floor, I turn back around and exhale deeply as I say goodbye to my childhood room full of so many happy memories.
I drag the suitcase downstairs and sit on the couch. It’s been almost an hour since Cain has been gone. Those earlier feelings slowly dissipate with each passing minute. No news is good news, I keep telling myself.
My parents emerge from the backyard, my dad walking right past me and into his office, slamming the door shut. My mom sits beside me.
“It didn’t go so good, huh?” I ask, scooting forward and placing my elbows on my knees. I curl my hands into fists and rest my chin on them.
“Not really. Just give him some time, sweetheart. Give us all some time. You ready?” she asks coolly.
“Yes. But I can just take my car, if that’s okay with you?”
She nods. No talk of what to expect on your wedding night. No talk about anything at all. Just a simple nod and a kiss on my cheek as I grab my suitcase and practically run out of the house and to my car.
The Sinners of Revolution Clubhouse is in Sterling Heights, about a half an hour from my parents’ home. My palms are sweaty, my mouth is dry, and I am shaking as I pull up to the gated drive leading in. Two security guards with rifles stand outside, forcing me to come to a stop. I push on the button to roll my window down. An older, dark-haired man with the longest beard I have ever seen sticks his head inside my window, inches away from my face.
“Well. When the news traveled that young Cain up and got himself married, they didn’t say she was a pretty little thing. Welcome, young lady. I was told by the Prez himself to send you right up.”
He taps the side of my car, then backs away. My nerves settle in an instant. If everyone around here is as nice as he is, then we should all get along just fine for the next month. I drive slowly up the paved road. The winding trees sway back and forth with the warm, light breeze that sweeps into the car.
After a moment, the compound comes into view. Every type of Harley in every color you can think of is sitting out front. The garage is open, and I can see men inside working. The club whores, as Cain calls them, stand outside smoking and giving me the evil eye as I drive by. I hold my breath as I come to a stop in front of the office, where Cain told me to meet him when I texted him to let him know I was on my way.
I shut my car off before exhaling and climbing out. If I’m going to be one tough ass bitch of a lawyer, I may as well face my fears now. I need to suck it up and deal with Cain’s dad.
My flip-flops smack against the wooden steps as I climb. I tug on my jean shorts as I knock on the door. They’re too short, and I hate them, but for some reason Cain loves them and asked me to wear them when I showed up.
The door swings open and a beautiful, dark auburn-haired woman smiles at me. This I know to be Cain’s step mom, Darcy. He has told me all about her; how she has settled his father down from all his whoring around.
“Hi,” I say with a wave.
“Hi, Calla. Come on in. Jed’s in his office and wanted to talk to you for a minute. I’m not sure where Cain is. He should be here any minute, I would think.”
She gestures me inside. I follow her to the office where she opens it and we both step inside. Shit, his dad is huge! All I can see is broad shoulders and muscles bulging everywhere. Holy shit!
“Don’t let him intimidate you,” Darcy whispers.
My gaze works its way up to his face, which is twisted with a shit eating grin.
“Well, Calla Lily Bexley.”
Damn, this man could swallow me up whole. I’m not moving from this spot. I don’t think I could move if I tried.
“Hi, sir,” I manage to squeak out, much to his amusement.
“There ain’t no sir around here, girl,” he laughs.
“And I’m not too pleased about you marrying my boy, either. But what the fuck am I gonna do about it? You’ll soon find out for yourself that a prissy ass little bitch like you isn’t cut out to be an old lady to a Sinner.”
He eyes me up and down.
“You are a pretty little thing, though. Look a lot like your mother, and thank Christ for that.”
I know what he means, but I’m too damn scared to say anything. He’s talking about my dad… screw his ass! He may be Cain’s father, but he’s a fucking prick.
“Jed, be nice to the poor girl,” Darcy warns him, smacking his arm.
He merely gives her a ‘don’t fuck with me’ look.
“Just get her the hell out of here.”
He waves us off, then slaps Darcy on her ass. She lets out a little yelp, but bends and kisses him on his mouth. He pulls her in closer, one hand grabbing her boobs and the other a handful of ass. When he lifts his face from hers, his patronizing stare cuts through my brave façade, sizing me up to see if I can handle the kind of shit that goes on around here.
I can tell by the way he looks at me that he can smell my fear. I know all about the women; people fucking and sucking each other off in the corners. At parties. In their rooms here at the compound. I also know something this snarly bastard doesn’t know. His son wants nothing to do with this. He wants to go to college and be a cop. And he wants to be with me.
I have failed this part though, only because I have been caught off guard. Bound and determined not to let him get to me, I follow Darcy as she walks around his desk and toward the door.
“Come on, let’s go find your husband and have some girl time. Leave this grumpy ass to deal with the shit that his boy is all grown up and in love,” she says cheerily.
“I like you,” I say as she takes me outside and points me in the direction of their house, which is directly behind the compound.
“I like you, too. Sorry about that back there,” she adds, jerking her thumb towards the office.
“He’s pissed at Cain. The two of them go at each other’s throats all the time. But a piece of advice.”
She stops and places her hands on my shoulders.
“Stand by your man. Don’t ask any questions, and do your own thing. We’re a club; we all work outside of here. Have our own families. We’re not like some of the other clubs who deal drugs, guns, and all that stuff. We’re just a group of people who like to ride, party, and have fun. The men who are married don’t cheat on their old ladies. The ones that don’t have an old lady can do whatever the hell they want, with whomever they want. Oh, and one more thing… stay away from Emerald Jefferson.”
“Who?”
The name vaguely rings a bell. I know I’ve heard that name somewhere before. More than likely from Cain.
“She’s Jed’s VP Monty’s daughter, and she is a little bitch. She’s been after Cain for years.”
“Oh,” I say, a little shocked.
I know if Cain had mentioned her to me, I would definitely remember. I’ve really never been the jealous type. Cain has never given me a reason.
“Good to know, and thanks again.”
I wave and watch her walk back the way she came.
I practically sprint across the yard to the house. Excited to finally be alone with Cain, I jog up the porch steps. Do I knock or just go in? I choose to just go in and let him know I am here. I head straight up the stairs, where he’s told me his bedroom is, and tap lightly on his closed door. No answer. I twist the knob slowly, with visions of him lying in bed waiting for me.
Gently I push it open, my excitement bursting from within me. Then, my eyes go wide and my heart drops to the fucking floor because my husband is in his bed. But not with me, his wife.
“Cain!” I scream.
She turns around, her long, blond hair swinging right along with her. Her fake boobs getting groped by his hands. A crude smile flashes across her face as she sees me watching her glide up and down on my HUSBAND’S DICK!
“Calla!”
I just look at him, confused, hurt, and angry, and run. Not once do I look back.
