Текст книги "Affliction"

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“What the hell just happened?” I ask Hunter, feeling like nothing but a world of trouble is heading our way.

“You fuck with Sy, this is what happens, Holly. Trust them to do what they need to do.” He leans forward and eats from Kadence’s plate.

“It was kinda hot,” Kadence says, lost in the moment.

“Well, let's hope they don’t end up in jail,” I reply, concerned at what they are about to do.

“God, that would be even hotter,” Kadence fans herself, making Hunter groan. “I swear the further along I get in this pregnancy, the hornier I become,” she continues, not fazed Hunter is sitting with us. I laugh, but it’s forced, because I can’t get out of my head that what the boys have gone to do is a mistake. I just hope it doesn’t blow back on us.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Sy

“You want to do this?” Nix asks me again as we take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor to the office of Barton Associates‬, Inc‬. After making a phone call to Jesse, he got us the details we needed to pay the golden child, Chad Morre, a not so friendly visit. The entire ride over to Redwick, I could feel my temper rising. Between the visit from the sheriff’s department three weeks ago, the bar being questioned with its licensing last week and being fucked around numerous times with traffic violations, I know this fucker is messing with us.

“The fucker marked my woman, Nix. I’m gonna do this,” I declare, not giving a shit who is around when we walk through those doors. When I walked into Happy Chef and saw the finger marks on Holly’s arm, I saw red. It took everything in me not to blow my top in the diner. Who the hell does this asshole think he is? Knowing she also had a panic attack as a result of it pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t even talk to her; couldn’t calm myself down enough to comfort her the way she needed.

“Excuse me, do you have an appointment?” The young receptionist behind the desk stands as we walk out of the elevator and straight past her.

“Don’t need one. Chad is expecting us.”

“He’s not taking any visitors at the moment,” she calls out but it doesn’t stop us.

“Open up, motherfucker,” Nix shouts, pounding on the locked door. He doesn’t give him a chance to reply before kicking the door in.

“What the fuck,” Chad stands from behind his desk. “Kathy, call the police,” he orders, looking past us to the woman who followed us in.

“Don’t call the police, Kathy,” I tell her calmly. “Go sit down there.” I point to the sofa along the wall outside the office. “And don’t move.” She looks between the two of us, then must realize the right decision and obeys without a fuss.

“What the hell do you want, Knight?” he finally asks, knowing he has to deal with us without hiding behind his father or the law.

“Got your message,” Nix informs him, walking in and taking a seat in front of his big fancy-ass table. The office is a decent size for someone with Chad's experience. Two deep burgundy leather sofas sit either side of a glass coffee table in the center of the room and the far wall is lined with a glass bookshelf. Chad stays behind his desk, his jaw ticking as he assesses his options. I stay at the door, nowhere near as calm as Nix. I swear if I move a muscle right now, I'll fucking kill him.

“Yes, well, I hope you take it seriously.” The asshole swallows, trying to stay composed. Not so tough now, fucker.

“The only thing I’m taking seriously right now is you. You and your hands that were on my woman, motherfucker,” I say, stepping farther into the room. I want to go to him, smash his face down on his expensive fucking desk but this needs to be played out carefully.

“Listen, your woman has a mouth on her. I can’t be held responsible if she doesn’t know when to shut it.” His smug smile is all it takes to push me over the edge. So much for staying calm. I stalk toward him, watching as he retreats back at my approach. I’ll teach him how to shut it.

“You touch me and I’ll have you locked up.” He backs himself into the wall and tries to throw his weight around, but his threats mean nothing to me.

“I don’t think he gives a fuck, Chad,” Nix says behind me. My hand comes out fast, grabbing him around the throat and pulling him closer.

“You want to put your hands on anyone, you put them on me, asshole,” I sneer and smash his head back into the wall. He grabs his head in pain, which opens him up for an attack to the side. My fist connects with his ribs, doubling him over in pain. The hit doesn't make me feel better when my woman's arm is holding his mark, but it slows some of the anger speeding through my veins.

“This is your warning, Chad,” Nix says when I pull him up by the neck again, pinning him to the wall. His fist comes out, connecting with my kidney, but not hard enough to have me doubling over. He starts screaming so I shut him up with my forehead down on the bridge of his nose. Blood gushes out everywhere, with what I assume is now a broken nose.

“Let me try again. This is your final warning, Chad. You need to forget about your wife, about the Knights Rebels and you need to forget we were even here. Because if you fuck with us again, fuck with our places of work, or if one hair on my wife or Sy’s woman’s head is touched, the next visit will end differently. Do you understand?” Nix asks, still sitting casually in the chair, arms crossed and looking like he’s enjoying Chad’s position.

Chad holds my gaze as his blood pours from his nose.

“I will find my wife. Fuck you both.” It’s official. The motherfucker is a dumb fuck.

My mind doesn’t think. Dragging him forward by the scruff of his shirt, I spin and use all my power, throwing him through the glass bookshelf against the wall.

“Wrong answer, asshole,” I spit out as he looks up at me, dazed. My boot comes to his throat and digs in a little bit harder. “Do you fucking understand?” I repeat Nix’s question.

“Yes,” he spurts out.

“I didn’t fucking hear you.”

“Yes!” he shouts louder and I release my boot.

“Good, glad we could come to an agreement,” Nix says, standing.

“We’ll see ourselves out,” I state, leaving him in a puddle of his own blood. We walk out, past the poor woman on the sofa.

“Is he dead?” she asks nervously.

“No, he just had a fall. Just clean him up and he’ll sort the rest out,” I say, leaving her with the mess. I don’t know if what we just did was wise, but the fucker touched my woman. I don’t give a fuck who he is. He’s going to deal with me.

“You okay, Sy?” Nix asks, watching me closely when we get downstairs and mount our rides to head back to the girls. He's never seen me lose my cool before. He missed the day I put a bullet through Zane's head. I might not have been able to stop Zane from hurting my girl, but I'll be damned if I let it happen again. No one is taking my sunshine.

“Never felt better,” I reply.

***

“So, next order of business is we need to vote on patchin’ in Hunter. We keep putting that shit off and he’s getting antsy,” Nix says the next afternoon in our church meeting. After Nix and I paid Chad a visit, we came back to the girls. Holly was keeping her shit together, and by the time I got back, there was no sign of the earlier panic. That didn't stop me from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to my room to make sure she was okay. She was more concerned for the club and what Chad would do. So far there has been no retaliation from it. I hope Chad took the warning and realized he was messing with the wrong people, but something tells me he isn't smart enough. I saw it in his eyes when he was looking up at me with my boot pressed into his throat. The man is desperate, and angry men like that are dangerous.

“We knew this was coming, been talking about it for months, but with everything going on we haven’t had a chance to vote on it. Does anyone have any objections?” he asks the table.

“As long as he stops fucking feeding my woman alcohol to get her to flirt with him, I have no problem,” I joke. Fuck, again with the jokes. The boys look at me like I’ve grown a second head. Whether because I just cracked a joke or that I don’t have a problem with Hunter, I don’t know. But as much as the fucker pisses me off and I give him shit about it, I like him and trust his commitment to the club. He’s been a prospect for the last two years and he’s family. The boy grew up in the club. His family still lives and breathes the brotherhood so he knows the score.

“Sy, you might wanna tell your woman to quit with her flirting, then maybe it won't get the runt into so much trouble,” Jesse grins, trying to get a reaction out of me. Fucker.

“She’s just fucking friendly,” I defend her like it even matters. They all laugh and I can't help the grin that breaks free. Assholes.

“Let's just fuckin’ vote. I’ve got a pregnant woman waiting for me out there. All in favor of Hunter takin’ a patch?”’ Nix calls out. Going around the table, we all vote unanimously and Nix calls it. Calling Hunter in, he gives him the speech he gave me, and probably the speech his father gave my father. The words hold true meaning to the club. The brotherhood is tight. They’re your family who supports you through everything. Loyalty goes a long way and respect is earned.

“You ready to party?” Jesse stands to congratulate our newest brother on his new right to wear the sanctioned jacket patch.

“Hell, yeah,” Hunter says, taking all our pats on the back.

“Then let's fucking party,” Brooks hollers, draping his arm over Hunter’s shoulders and walking him out. Fuck, I remember my patch-in party.

Booze, pussy and more pussy.

Shit is going to get messy.

 

CHAPTER FORTY

Holly

“Where you been, baby? I’ve been waiting for you.” Sy’s bourbon breath hits my nose letting me know he’s already started drinking. I just pulled up and found him waiting for me by the entrance. Sy called a couple of hours ago telling me Hunter was patched in so they were throwing a party. Rearranging my workday tomorrow so I could party late, I made my way home and decided to go all out and dress for the occasion. I don’t go out as much as I used to, my time all wrapped up in Sy, and the closet full of shoes and dresses were calling to me. Deciding to go with a midnight black, one-shoulder dress that’s tight and short in all the right places, I raced around to make sure I would make it here in time.

“I’m here,” I say, letting him embrace me.

“You look fucking sexy,” he half growls, half moans.

“So do you,” I reply, loving the smell of oil and leather on his skin. “Is everyone here?” I ask when he pulls back.

“Yes, everyone and then some. So best behavior, Holly,” he warns with a smile.

“Yes, sir,” I tease, watching his gaze darken.

“Sir? I think I like it.” He leans into my space kissing me deeply. I don’t fight it, letting the kiss deepen to the point that we could skip the party and go straight to bed.

“Come on, before I fuck you right out of this dress,” he groans, taking my hand and walking me inside.

The clubhouse is full. The music is blaring and the drinks are flowing. We walk past people who I’ve never met before; some smile, some check me out, but most just nod. Hunter sits at the bar with two whores on his knees, going between kissing one and groping the other.

“Are you sure you want me here?” I ask, looking around at all the women who are barely wearing any clothes.

“Why wouldn’t I want you here, Holly?” He turns to face me and I look around the clubhouse feeling out of my element. The women and men are practically fucking each other on the table. What the fuck? I’ve never seen it like this before. “Don’t even worry about anyone here. Just you and me, remember?” he asks, coming forward and kissing me.

“Holly!” Kadence moves forward, taking my hand and dragging me away from Sy.

“Hey! Bring my woman back!” he yells, but she doesn’t listen. She just drags me out of the main room and back into the kitchen with her.

“What's wrong?” I ask when we’re in the privacy of the empty kitchen.

“Just warning you, this is a patch-in party. Kelly told me they’ve been known to get crazy, like crazy-crazy.” She raises her brows, looking concerned.

“Kadence, it’s a biker club. Of course, it’s going to get crazy.” I laugh at her. But she doesn’t laugh, just looks panicked.

“Yeah, and I’ve partied with them before, and they were a little crazy and I couldn’t handle it.”

“That’s because you’re not me. Relax. Don’t worry about me okay? Come, let's get me a drink. I need one if I'm going to survive.” I turn and head back out to the bar. I might feel out of my element but I’m going to have a good time.

“Holly, you’re here,” Hunter shouts when we walk up to the bar.

“Watch it, Hunter. You cross over the line tonight and I’ll lay you out at your patch-in party,” Sy warns from his spot on the stool. I roll my eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Sy grabs my arm and pulls me to his lap.

“Sy, the man has whore one and whore two on his lap. Leave him alone,” I say, looking up at Tina and another whore I've yet to meet. “Make sure you wrap it tonight, Hunter. Who knows what you’ll be catching.” I curl my lip at the nastiness that is Tina. I mean seriously, this is who he chooses to celebrate getting a patch with?

“Um, excuse me.” Tina uses her fake whiney voice.  I’m sure she thinks it’s cute, but it’s just plain annoying. “I’m clean. Just ask Sy. He’s eaten out plenty of times.”

“What the actual fuck?” Sy growls from behind me, and stands. I lose my seat, but I don’t let him defend me. I’ve got this bitch.

“What did you just say?” I step in, pushing her off Hunter’s lap and watching her land on the floor in a heap. My heart does this double beat as her words start to penetrate. I know neither Sy nor I were virgins, but I don't need that shit thrown in my face.

“Please tell me your mouth did not eat her?” I turn, throwing my arm out to the bitch and looking at Sy.

“Fuck, no,” he says, his face telling me he’s disgusted by the thought.

“You fucked me, Sy. Don't lie,” the whore says, standing from the floor, making me want to knock her down again.

“Bitch, I fucked you once. One night, ten months ago. Don't fucking spew your fucked-up bullshit to my old lady. I didn't fucking put you in my bed and I sure as fucking hell didn't taste your dirty cooche. You were a hole, a loose one at that, when I was too fucking lazy to pull it off. Don't confuse it for anything else.” Sy sounds angrier by the minute as the clubhouse quietens.

“Well, there you have it. She has a loose hole. Who would have thought that?” I joke, breaking the silence.

“Fuck you, Holly,” Tina says when the catcalls start up. I don't even care if that was a bitchy thing to say; the woman deserves it.

“Run along, skank,” I say, ready for her to be gone. “If you ever speak about my man fucking you again, I will cut you. Do you understand me?” I get right up in her face. I don’t know where this crazy fire is coming from, but knowing this two-bit whore had Sy’s cock inside of her isn’t helping.

“Whoa there, firecracker.” Sy pulls me back against him. “You're sexy when you're angry, but you ain't cutting anyone.”

“Aww cat fight, Sy. Let them go,” Jesse calls out.

“Fuck off, Tina. Get out before I take you out,” he demands, not letting me at her.

“I’m out anyway. I don’t need this shit,” she says, walking to the exit. “Call me when you get tired of this trash,” she throws one last insult back at me.

“Are you kidding me?” Sy rumbles, ready to stalk after her but Nix’s voice stops him.

“Don't fuckin' come back, Tina. You know the fuckin' rules. You don't disrespect one of our own or his old lady. Get gone,” he dismisses her, going back to talking to Kadence, who is watching me carefully.

I know she warned me, but I wasn't expecting the bitch to be so blatant.

“Come here, Holly.” Sy pulls me back on his lap, “I’m so fucking hard right now,” he whispers over the excitement of the room.

“Yeah, well, sort it out yourself. I don’t even want to think about your hard cock after the reminder of where it’s been,” I reply, pulling out of his hold. Sy doesn't grab for me, just lets me order a whiskey from some other skank behind the bar. I've never seen this one around before, and I can't help but wonder if Sy has fucked her too. Regretting the choice of only one shot, I order a double and hope it kicks in soon.

“You know she doesn’t mean anything to me. She was just a fuck.” Sy pulls me back onto his lap.

“Oh, I know. I just don’t want it thrown in my face. Fucking bitch just caught me off guard.” I tell him, forcing myself to calm down. I'm not one to get jealous. I know what women like Tina are around for; just the mental picture she gave me was enough.

“And for the record, not even a good fuck.”

“Sy, I don’t want to know about it,” I protest, growing pissed off again.

“Your pussy is all I ever wanted.” He kisses my neck. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he continues, not even caring who can hear.

“Shut up and drink.” I shove his beer in his hands, ignoring the laughter aimed at us. I honestly don’t even give a shit who he’s fucked, but I don’t want to hear about it either. I certainly don’t want to look at the bitch knowing she’s had what’s mine.

“You owe me, Holly. Now I don’t get a threesome,” Hunter slurs, already off his face.

“Hunter, I doubt you could even get it up tonight. Plus, I'm sure I just saved your dick,” I smirk and hear Sy growl behind me.

“What? I'm only warning the young rookie. If my man couldn’t be saved, someone's should be.” I smirk back at Sy.

“Excuse me?” This comes from whiney whore number two, her voice sounding offended. She shouldn't be. It’s the truth.

“Careful,” Sy warns, making me laugh, but I don’t push it. The last thing we need tonight is more drama. Instead, I sit back on my man’s lap and enjoy my first patch-in party. I’ve already sent a whore packing; I wonder what else will happen.

***

“Let’s play a game,” I say a few hours later. The party has quietened down, and the rest of us are sitting around drinking and laughing. Hunter passed out an hour ago; his whore laying drunk next to him, the party too much for the young rookie. The night has progressed uneventfully. No catfights, fistfights, no orgy—nothing.

“What sort of game?” Jesse smiles, his mind no doubt running off with him.

“Pool,” I say, nodding over to the table. “But let's make it interesting,” I tease, thinking about how far I can push this. Kadence looks at me, a small smile dancing on her features. She knows I play a mean game of pool, something my dad and brother taught me growing up.

“I’m game,” Jesse stands, rubbing his hands together. He has no idea what he is getting himself into right now.

“Okay, how about men versus women. For every sunken ball, the opposite team takes a shot,” I stand and walk over to the table, my mind ticking over about how we can play this and win. I watch Sy grin; he must be thinking that the men have this.

“I’m in,” Kadence agrees.

“Me too,” Kelly adds.

“It’s hardly a fair game.” Sy stands, coming to join us.

“What’s the matter, Sy; you don’t think we can win?”

“Fuck no. Jesse is the master of the pool table.”

“Well, looks like you have nothing to worry about then,” I say, keeping my face neutral. “Okay, let's do this.”

“Do you want us to break?” Nix chimes in, smirking like they have this in the bag.

“Do you girls know how to break?” I turn to face them.

“No,” they say in unison.

“It’s not my strong point so you guys can,” I say, watching Jesse snigger while he sets up the table. “Oh, is that how you do it?” I continue to play up to it. I might be laying it on thick, but if these men think they have us figured out, they have another thing coming.

Jesse hits first, breaking the balls and sinking the seven ball first.

“Drink up, ladies,” he smirks as we pour our first shot. Kadence is on the water, Kelly and me on the tequila.

“Wow, beginner’s luck,” I claim before I throw back my shot.

“No, sweetheart. You’re playing with a pro,” he smoothly replies. It takes everything in me not to laugh out loud. “Get ready to throw back another one.” He bounces his brows, taunting us. He follows through with his prediction, sinking another one before missing the next.

“Your turn. Need any tips?” he grins before handing me the cue.

“No, I think I understand it,” I reply, setting up my shot. I let their taunts wash over me. I don’t react, just carry on, seeming like I’m disappointed.

Sy takes the next shot, sinking another ball making us three down. After two more turns, I’m ready to take it to the next level.

“How about we mix things up.” I look up at them. “For every shot I sink, a piece of clothing comes off?” I tempt them, knowing I have this shit covered.

“As long as turnabout is fair,” Jesse counters and I agree, knowing I won’t be the one removing my clothes.

“Game on.”

“Wait, we didn’t agree to this,” Nix comes into the conversation after almost nodding off in the corner.

“Sit down, honey. We did,” Kadence soothes him. Nix is so far gone he believes her.

“You better be wearing panties, Holly, ‘cause that dress is coming off,” Sy threatens but I don’t let him shake me. I have my heels to take off first.

I line up my shot, sinking it into the top left corner.

“Oh, my God, did it go in?” I ask, acting it up.

“Fuck,” Jesse curses, dropping his cut to the chair. Sy and Nix, with the help of Kadence, follow suit. Lining up my second shot, I sink it in the middle left pocket. The girls cheer and this time Sy curses.

“She knows how to play,” Jesse accuses, pulling his shirt off.

“She’s playing us,” Sy adds, taking his off. Fuck me, he’s gorgeous.

“Brooks, take yours off, too, baby,” Kelly calls out to a sleeping Brooks on the sofa.

“Hot damn, Jesse. I didn’t know you were walking around hiding all that,” Kadence announces, fanning herself at his impressive abs.

“I’m not liking this game anymore,” Sy remarks, crossing his arms over his chest. I swear the man is the sexiest male specimen I’ve ever seen. His full body tattoos are the biggest turn-on.

“What’s the matter, baby? Scared we’re going to beat you?” I stop checking him out and start with the taunts.

“You’re not going to beat us,” Jesse cuts me off. “If you stop drooling over your man here and take your shot, I’ll be able to take the next one and beat your ass.” His cocky attitude reappears. Jesse, it seems, doesn’t like to lose.

“Okay, Jesse,” I placate him, holding in my inner eye roll.

“Come on, Holly. You can do it!” Kadence claps to cheer me on.

Assessing my choices, I decide to sink my ball in the top right corner.

“Two ball, top right,” I call out letting them know I mean business. I take the shot and watch Jesse’s face fall went it rolls in the pocket.

“Ha! Drop ‘em, boys.” I can’t help the smile as it spreads across my face.

“What’s happening?” Nix stirs, causing us girls to laugh.

“Drop the pants, Sy,” I repeat, watching him. Carefully and slowly, he releases his belt and unbuttons himself, but not looking happy about it.

“You should strip it all off, sexy,” I tease. “Give us a taste of what you stopped us from having at Kadence’s bachelorette party,” I cheekily suggest, but playful Sy doesn’t join us. No, he just drops his denims to the floor and steps out of them. Jesus, the man is a sex god, standing there in his dark boxer briefs, fully inked body and looking every bit pissed.

“Pay attention, Holly,” Kadence demands, throwing Nix’s pants at his face when he grabs for her, thinking he’s getting some.

“We want them naked,” Kelly cheers, clapping her hands while her husband snores on the sofa.

“Too late,” Jesse says, dropping his pants, revealing no underwear, his naked ass on display for all.

“What the fuck, Jesse!” Sy stalks straight to me when he gets a look at Jesse’s cock. “Game fucking over. You win,” he says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

“But I’m not done,” I laugh, watching Jesse smile down at his cock.

“Oh, my God, Jesse. Stop that,” Kadence squeals, turning around. I can’t get a proper look, but I can see his hands behind his head and him swinging his body around. I can’t stop the laughter from erupting; it’s easy to imagine what the man-slut is doing.

“This is not funny, Holly. I can’t unsee that shit,” he growls, throwing his bedroom door open and kicking it shut.

“Oh, relax,” I laugh when he throws me down on his bed.

“You need to make me feel better. Make me forget you just got a look at Jesse’s cock,” he tells me as he loses his boxers and climbs into bed with me.

“Did you see how big he was?” I joke, gasping when Sy bites down on my thigh.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” he warns, making me laugh harder.

“I love you, do you know that?” I say, enjoying our night together in the clubhouse.

“I do, and I love you. Now strip, climb on and ride my face to make me feel better, like a good fucking girl,” he demands in his unique Sy way. Not wasting any time, I slip out of my dress and do as I’m told.

Because I’m Sy’s good girl.