Текст книги "Addiction"

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She sobs. “I … I lied to him,” she admits. “I told him I was a hooker.” Her head bows as she sobs.

“Why in the fuck would you do that?” I growl, running a hand through my hair. On top of being a crazy bitch, she also is a liar. Just like I am.

“I did it to make you jealous,” she cries.

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Do I look like I’m jealous?” I demand. “I’m fucking pissed, Rachel. And it has nothing to do with the fact those two men downstairs were going to pay you for sex.” She knows not to bring this type of shit into our club. “Of all the shit you have done …”

“I’m sorry.” She continues to cry, and I fall down into my office chair. “You’ve been gone for three days. Then when I saw you walk in with her, I just knew I had lost you.” She rambles. “I felt like I had to remind you what I meant to you.”

“You know what you mean to me.” I sigh.

“You don’t look at me the same way you once did.”

I shake my head, and I take a deep breath. “Rachel, things have changed.” And I’m not just talking about the last three days. Things changed between us after the first time Brecken and I both fucked her. I had fallen for Rachel hard and fast when I first met her. She had that damsel in distress thing going on, and I saved her. We, Brecken and I, both found her and saved her. But the love I thought I felt for her soon turned to nothing but lust. She became the whore every man wishes he could have. The dirty talk. The way she allowed us to do anything we wanted to her … I get it now, now that I’ve met Taylor. The way I felt when that man in the alleyway had her was nothing short of hot rage. And I can’t even fathom the thought of sharing Taylor with any other man, not even Brecken. So, no, what I feel for Rachel is not love. “I have to let you go, Rach,” I say looking up at her. It’s time. I know what Taylor and I have is limited. It’s a clock counting down to destruction, and it needs all my attention. I don’t have time to put up with Rachel’s drama.

Her head whips up. “You’re firing me?” I can’t help but watch the black mascara run down her cheeks. “You can’t do this to me, Case.” Her voice shakes. “You can’t pick her over me.”

I place my forearms on my desk and lean over as my brows scrunch. “It has nothing to do with Taylor.” Does it? Of course, it does.

She throws her head back and laughs as if that was the funniest thing I’ve ever said. “You may be able to feed her lies. But I’m not as naïve as she is.” She angrily wipes the tears from her face smearing the black. “It has everything to do with her,” she screams, getting angry with me. “You belong to me.”

I shake my head and speak. “I don’t belong to you, Rachel.”

“What about me? Everything we shared?” She sniffs.

“The only thing we shared was a bed,” I say seriously. She gasps, and I remove my forearms from the desk and stand from my chair. I walk up to her and run my hand down the side of her wet face. It feels cakey from all her makeup. “And that is over.”

She slaps me across the face, and I bite my inner lips at the sting. “I’m not gonna hit you, Rachel,” I say evenly.

She lets out a sob. “You are the only one who understands me,” she cries.

“We both know that’s not true. Brecken understands you. He can take care of you.” Just because I no longer want her doesn’t mean Brecken doesn’t want her.

She shakes her head. “Brecken isn’t you,” she says softly.

“And you’re not Taylor,” I say truthfully. That’s how Rachel and I have always been. We may be fucked up, but we are honest with one another. No matter how much it hurts.

“Fuck you!” She spits the words at me.

I reach out for her, but she pulls away from me this time. “When she finds out the truth about you, she will leave you with nothing. And I won’t be here to pick you up.”

I hate how her words rip my heart open. I know my days with Taylor are numbered. “You’re right. She will leave me when she finds out who I am, but I won’t need you when that day comes.” Rachel has been a part of my life for years, but it’s time to walk away. She no longer needs to fill that hole I have.

She covers her face with her hand, and it breaks my heart that I have to be this hard on her. I never expected Taylor to become so important to me. To turn the tables on me. But I can’t change what I feel. What I know. Rachel is toxic whereas Taylor is fresh air.

I watch her walk out of my office and my life as tears continue to run down her face. I want to stop her. I want to tell her to stay close to Brecken. Someone will need to save her when she gets herself in a position she can’t get out of on her own. But she also needs to know we won’t always be there for her.

I send Brecken a quick text about what just happened with Rachel and me and then close down my office. I’m done with this fucking night! I don’t even care to go back down and see how Brecken and Miller cleaned up the two guys who started the fight over Rachel. For all I know, Rachel is down there crying to Brecken right now.

I make my way up to my apartment and quietly enter my bedroom. Taylor sits up immediately when I enter. “What happened?” she asks worriedly.

I reach up and undo my pink silk tie. “Just another bar fight,” I respond yanking it free of my collar.

“Are you okay?” She shoves the covers off her and crawls to the end of the bed. My hands pause as they unbutton my dress shirt, looking over her naked body. The bruise on her side is almost gone. The scratches on her leg have healed, and she no longer wears the bandage on her neck.

“I’m fine.” I pull the shirt from my dress pants and start to unbutton my pants.

She frowns. “Case.” She places her hands on mine, stopping me, and I look up at her. “You don’t seem fine. Tell me what’s wrong.” I love the look on her face right now—it’s full of concern. It shows me just how much she cares about me. And I hate that one day soon it will no longer be there. All that will be left is hatred like Rachel.

I let go of one of her hands and reach up, cupping her face. God, her skin is so soft. Her face is free of makeup, and I’ve never seen her more beautiful. Her pouty lips and big blue eyes. It’s been so hard not to touch her the past three days, afraid I would hurt her, but now, the way she’s looking at me up through her lashes, I know I can’t wait any longer. Rachel was telling the truth; my time with Taylor is on a timer, and I’m not sure when that timer is going to go off.

I let go of her other hand and place it on the other side of her face. I lower my mouth to hers and whisper against her lips. “It’s just been too long since I’ve had you.” May have been only three days, but it feels like years.

A shiver runs through her body. “I told you I’m fine,” she whispers against my lips. “I’m ready.”

I press my lips to hers, and she opens her mouth welcoming me in. I kiss her deeply. A growl escapes my lips when her hands go down to my pants. She pulls my belt free and then goes to work on my button. As soon as I feel my pants hit the floor, I shove her to where she falls onto the bed.

She pulls back as she places her hands on my bare chest and pushes me away. “Lie on your back,” she orders softly.

I do as she says and look up at her as I start to breathe heavily. I lift my hips for her when she grabs my boxers and then pulls them down my legs. Placing my hands behind my head, I let out a moan when I feel her small hand wrap around the base of my now hard cock. “Taylor.” I sigh.

“Just relax, baby,” she whispers as her hand very slowly runs up the long length of my shaft. Her touch is so soft yet torturous at the same time. I close my eyes and arch my back as her hand speeds up. Seconds later, I feel her tongue lick the top of my head and a shiver runs through my body. I remove my hands from behind my head and reach out, placing them in her hair falling around her face. I push it out of her way, and I open my eyes as her lips wrap around the tip of my cock. “Shit!” I hiss, my hands tightening in her hair. She goes to pull away, but I push her head down as I lift my hips at the same time. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight me; she parts her lips and allows me in. She sucks her way up and then repeats the motion herself. Her hand following behind her mouth. I let out a grown before I allow myself to take over. “I …” I swallow thickly as her tongue runs along my shaft. “Fuck, babe.” My body jerks as she presses her head back down, and I reach the back of her throat. I feel her body jerk and she gags, but the sound just turns me on more. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” She releases my cock with her hand and places them both on my upper thighs. Her nails dig into me and it just amplifies the feeling of her mouth around my cock. The pain, the pleasure. It makes me impatient.

Muffled moans come from her mouth and they vibrate my cock making a shiver run up my spine. I lift my head to look down at her tight mouth as I fuck it with my cock. “Look at me,” I growl when I see her eyes are shut.

She opens them and looks up at me through watery lashes. My roughness has slow tears running down her face and it turns me on even more. Makes my balls tighten and my breath catch in my throat. The way she looks so helpless and at my mercy. The fact she hasn’t pulled away makes it even better. She likes when I take control. It turns her on just as much as it does me. And by the way she keeps moving her ass up in the air behind her, I know her pussy is throbbing. Needing my cock. And I want it too.

I push her head up, and she sucks in a deep breath. I get up on my knees and grab her arms. I pull her down onto the bed and straddle her. She licks her wet lips as she looks up at me. I slide my hand up her ribs and cup the bottom of her breasts. I enjoy the feel of her heart racing under my hand. She tilts her head to the side as she arches her back.

I press my hard cock to her hot pussy. I expect her to pull away, for her to stop me before I can go any further. I’m not wearing a condom after all. “Taylor…”

She turns her head to look up at me, and her arms wrap around my neck. “Just fuck me, Case.” She whimpers.

“But I …”

“I’m on the pill,” she adds and my cock presses against her wet pussy as she urges me on. “Please.” Her legs wrap around my hips and her heels dig into my ass.

I reach down and grab a hold of my cock. Without wasting another second, I position myself before I push into her waiting pussy.

My head drops to the crook of her neck. I suck in a deep breath as her tight pussy stretches as I fill her.

“Ahhhh,” she cries out as her nails dig into my back.

“Fuck, baby.” I hiss as her pussy clenches my cock. I’m not one to not use a condom, but I need to feel her. I need to know what she feels like without any barriers. And it takes my breath away.

I pull back and then thrust forwad. Her body shudders under me as her eyes flutter shut and she inhales sharply.

I clench my teeth when her nails once again scrape down my back. Reaching up, I grab her arms and pin them down by her head. “You feel so good, baby,” I say leaning down and desperately kissing her neck and shoudlers. “Better than I could have imagined.” Ask any druggie—they are always seeking the feeling of that first high. They will tell you it doesn’t matter how many lines they take or how many bowls they smoke, they never get that same high as with their first time with said drug. Taylor may have become my drug, but she’s nothing like that. Every time I kiss her. Every time I touch her. Every time I fuck her. It gets better and better.

“Please,” she begs panting.

I’m not sure what she’s begging for and I’m not even sure she knows but I pick up the pace. I get lost in the feel of her body under mine. I get lost in the sound of her ragged breathing that fills my ears. They urge me on.

I let go of her hands and roll over onto my back, pulling her with me. She goes to open her mouth, but I pull her face down to mine, silencing whatever she was about to say with my lips. Her hips slow, and our kiss deepens. I feel the room spin as she takes my breath away.

I would smile if I could. This is what it’s supposed to feel like. And this feeling is what no drug can give you.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

 

BLANE

 

Ring … Ring … Ring… I hang up the phone and toss it on the passenger seat. My sister has been ignoring me for the last three days. I know something is up with her, and I don’t believe for one second that it has to do with wanting to give Savannah and me some time alone. Even Savannah said she hasn’t heard from her in the last few days. I have a feeling she is seeing someone she met while working up at Seven Deadly Sins, and I plan to put an end to it. But at this moment, I have bigger things to worry about besides who my sister decides to jump into bed with. But rest assured, I will beat the shit out of whoever it is.

I bring my car to a stop and turn off my lights. I look around out of habit, but I’m not as nervous as I have been in the past. I’m actually starting to feel the adrenaline from it, the rush. It makes more sense why others do this in the first place. They always talk about that rush they get. I hate to admit … it’s addicting.

I get out of my car and walk to the front. I lean back against my hood crossing one ankle over the other while I listen to the wind howl in this abandoned parking lot.

“Blane.”

I look up to see them walking toward me as they have the last three times. But this time, there’s three of them. Finally! I get to meet Cricket.

I walk toward them and meet them halfway. I’m already grabbing the cash out of my back pocket. I know how things work now.

The one with the snake tattoo places his arms over his huge chest. “How are things going?”

“Great,” I say slowly. Why does he care? Oh yeah, I’m a druggie. I always forget I’m supposed to act as if I am starving for my next hit.

The two guys in front of me exchange a glance and my heart rate speeds up. “We hear you have been hanging out at Seven Deadly Sins,” he muses.

“I have.” I pause. “Is that a problem?” I look back and forth between the three of them.

“Why are you hanging out up there?” I can’t mention Case. That was part of our deal.

“My sister works there.” As soon as I say it, I cringe. Why did I say my sister? I would hate to put her in danger.

“We know about Taylor,” the one on the left says. “We wanna make sure it doesn’t have to do with Case.” He arches a blond eyebrow. “We don’t associate with him.”

Shit! Shit! Shit! “No,” I say quickly shaking my head. “I … I, uh, have never met him. I’m not up there enough to know this guy named Case.”

“Wanna know what I think? I think you’re lying.” The one with the snake tattoo takes a step toward me, and I take a step back matching it.

The third guy who I have never met before steps toward me also. “We have word you’re selling out from underneath us. To Case.” I shake my head again. “I heard the police are looking for him.”

I swallow nervously. “Why would they be looking for this guy Case?”

The one to the far left answers. “Rox ratted him out.” Fuck! That was the guy who Case took me to see. The one I smoked weed with. “Rox’s club got busted and surveillance was obtained by the police, but somehow it went missing. Rox ratted out Case. Said they were working together.” He shrugs. “But the proof has just vanished.” He places his hands out to his side in wonder. “We also heard Case was there with you …”

“Nooooo,” I say stupidly. Fuck! Could this get any worse? Thank God, something happened to that damn tape. I need to ask Case about it. “I wouldn’t do that.” I wish I could ask them who their source is, but that would just make me look guilty.

“I hope not.” He takes a step toward me. “For your sake.” Then he punches me in the face.

I stumble back grabbing my jaw. I didn’t even see it coming. “Come on, guys,” I say placing up my hands. My heart pounds in my chest, and I breathe heavily. I’m about to get my ass kicked, and there’s no way for me to stop it. “I didn’t come here to fight.”

“Maybe not! But we want you to give Case a warning.”

“I don’t know a Case,” I growl getting frustrated. My temper flaring, I was being a scared little bitch, but now that they want me to deliver Case a message, I know they’re not gonna kill me.

He smirks. “Well, then give your sister the message, it will make it back to him.”

“What does Taylor have to do with this?” I demand.

The guy with the snake tattoo throws his head back and his large body shakes as he laughs. “This fucker really has no fucking clue.” He laughs at the other men. They all laugh as I stand there looking back and forth between them.

“What don’t I know?” I yell.

“You’ll find out soon enough!” Then his hand comes out to hit me in the stomach.

CASE

“Case.”

I open my sleepy eyes to my dark bedroom. Without thought, I wrap my arms around the warm and petite body I know is Taylor and pull her to me. I inhale her vanilla scent and let out a moan.

“Case?” A firm hand on my shoulder gives me a little shake.

“What?” I growl opening my eyes once again. I pull away from Taylor to look over my shoulder and see Brecken standing by my side of the bed. His head is looking up at the ceiling. I do the same and frown when I don’t see anything. “Why are we staring at my ceiling in the middle of the night?” I ask, my voice gruff.

He clears his throat. “Well, Taylor is lying next to you naked, and I didn’t think you would appreciate me looking at her. The ceiling was my only safe option,” he replies dryly.

I look over at her and see her exposed chest as she lies on her back. I sit up quickly and jerk the covers up and over her with a growl. Once I pull them up all the way up to her neck, I place my feet on the floor while sitting on the side of the bed. “Why are you in my room in the middle of the night?” I ask through a yawn.

He sighs heavily, and he lowers his head to look down at me. “I tried calling you. Blane tried calling you. None of us could get you to answer. But Blane is in the office and you need to speak to him.”

I rub a hand over my naked chest and let out a sigh. “Does he know Taylor is here?” Why else would he be here this time of the night?

“No.”

I get out of bed and throw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I kiss Taylor on the forehead and follow after him to my office on the second floor.

I walk in after him and see Blane standing in front of my desk with his back facing me. “What is so important that you have to wake me up, Blane?”

He spins around and my heart speeds up. “What the hell happened to you?” I demand as I take in his appearance. His right eye is black. Blood runs from his nose and on to his shirt but it’s dry, letting me know that it is has been a while since he got into the fight. He has a gash above his left eye and a bruise on his cheek.

“They know,” he declares, and my eyes widen.

“Who? What do they know?” I ask trying not to panic.

He sighs. “I went to pick up another package about two hours ago. Three guys showed up this time. And they told me that they knew I was running product for you. That I am buying underneath them.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“I told them over and over that I didn’t know who you were. But they said they knew I had been to Seven Deadly Sins.”

“This is bad,” I say looking over at Brecken, and he grunts his agreement.

“They brought up Taylor.”

My feet move without thought. I’m in his face in a matter of seconds, my hand around his throat. “What in the fuck did they say about Taylor?” I snap, feeling my anger so high it burns my skin.

“They know she works here,” he rasps as my hand stays around his throat. “How’d they even know her fucking name?” I demand. “I told you not to fucking mention her to anyone.” And I took her to see Rox, but her name was never mentioned. Hell, as far as they were concerned, she could have been some hooker I just picked up that night.

“I didn’t,” he grinds out underneath my hand.

“Case!” I close my eyes when I hear Taylor’s voice screech my name. “What the hell are you doing?” she demands.

I let go of Blane and turn to face her. She stands inside the door to my office looking back and forth between Blane and me wide-eyed. I can only imagine what this looks like to her. She thinks I just beat the fuck out of her brother. “It’s not what it looks like,” I say softly.

“Then what the fuck is it?” she snaps.

I take a step back trying to clear my mind for a second. I have no way out. It’s time. I have to tell her. And that makes my chest physically hurt. ‘Cause I know I’m about to lose the best thing I will ever have because I have done nothing but lie to her.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Taylor?”

I look over at Blane as he stares at her with narrowed eyes as he takes in the overly large sweatpants and t-shirt of mine that she has on.

Fuck! Well, shit has officially hit the fan.

 

TAYLOR

Shit! I should have stayed in Case’s bed. I woke up and saw he was missing. After looking around his place, I decided to throw on some clothes and look down in his office. This is the only place he would be at five in the morning.

“Are you fucking my sister?” Blane gets my attention as he turns to face Case.

“Blane,” I say softly. “It’s not …”

“Yes.”

I feel my heart pound in my chest as Case answers his question. I was gonna try and sugarcoat it. But oh no, he has to go and out us.

Blane’s fist shoots out and connects with Case’s face. I gasp in horror. “Blane,” I cry out. “Don’t!”

Case stands there staring at him, now breathing heavy and nostrils flared. “I’ll give you that one cheap shot. But if you hit me again, I’ll hit you back,” his deep voice rumbles.

Blane seems to consider his words for a second and then turns to face me. From the looks of him, he’s already been in one fight tonight. “How long have you been letting him fuck you?” His words are like a whip to my face. He makes it sound so cold. So heartless. But it’s not like that.

“It’s not like that,” I try to explain.

He throws his head back and laughs out loud. “Did he tell you that? Did he make you feel special?” he asks in a girl’s voice.

“Stop!” Case barks, grabbing his arm and pulling him back.

Blane spins away from me to face him. “You tell her right fucking now!” he yells.

Case swallows hard and narrows his eyes at him. “Fucking tell her!” Blane spits in his face. “Fucking tell her who you really are!” he demands.

I stand there waiting to see who is gonna throw the next punch. Movement in the corner of my eyes gets my attention. I turn to see Brecken standing there looking anything but amused. “Do something,” I beg him. “Please.”

“It’s not my place.”

My mouth falls open, and I stare at him confused. Why would he want them to fight?

When I realize the room has fallen silent, I turn back to face my brother and Case. Blane is breathing hard as he stares at me with narrowed eyes. I look over at Case, and his eyes are soft and a frown is on his face. It makes me nervous. “What is it?” I ask softly.

“Taylor …”

“Just tell me.” My hands start to shake. “What is it, Case?”

He runs his hand down over his unshaven face, and he lets out a long sigh. Then he looks at me and straightens his shoulders. “I’m a cop.”

I stand there staring at him for what seems like forever in the silent room waiting for the punchline to that joke. A cop? There’s no way! They’re fucking with me. He doesn’t think I can handle the truth.

“Taylor?” he asks softly. “Say something.”

I look from him to my brother. The hard look is still on his face. I feel a laugh start to bubble up from deep in my throat. And before I can stop it, I burst out laughing. I place my hand over my mouth to try to muffle it, but it still echoes in his office. I can’t stop as I laugh so hard, my body shakes. “A cop?” I ask, and I actually snort. I hear Brecken chuckle behind me, but my brother and Case just stare at me with concern. “What kind of joke is this, babe?” I finally ask when I start to calm down.

I reach up and rub my cheeks as I laugh once again. I laughed so hard that tears are running down my face.

“It’s no joke, Taylor,” Case says, his voice harder than before. “I am an undercover narcotics officer.”

My laughter completely stops at that, and I look at him with confusion. “Quit with the joke, Case. I’m not gonna fall for it.”

“It’s true.”

I shake my head. “You own a night club.” I give a hard laugh. “One that I see drugs in on a daily basis,” I add seriously.

“Brecken and I do own a club.” He nods once. “But it’s a cover.”

I turn to look over my shoulder at Brecken. “Come on. Tell him to stop,” I ask him, but he just stares at me with those scary dark eyes.

“This isn’t happening,” I mumble to myself and look back to Case. “I went to that club with you. The club …”

“The club that was raided the week after we went?” He arches a brow. “Brecken and I went there for recon. We busted them a week later. How do you think I kept the tapes from leaking?”

I take a step back as I shake my head. “No!” I say firmly. This can’t be true. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true.”

I look at my brother when he speaks. He takes a step toward me. “They are cops, and I’ve been working for them.”

What? This isn’t possible. “Why?” I ask as tears start to sting my eyes.

He sighs heavily. “Remember when Dad called you in the middle of the night? When he got arrested?” I nod my head slowly. “I went to bail him out. But they wouldn’t let me. I spoke to an officer who gave me Case’s number. I called him and made a deal with him. I was to buy and sell drugs in order to catch a guy in order for Dad’s release.”

“No.” I place a hand over my mouth. “Dad …?” A sob comes out. “You did this for Dad?” I ask angrily. “You placed your life in danger for a man who doesn’t give two shits about us?” I snap.

“Taylor, he …”

“No!” I shout pointing a finger at him. Then turn to face Case. His eyes follow the tears that roll down my face before he looks me in the eyes. “So it’s all been a lie?” My voice shakes. “You made me believe that you were really a drug dealer all because you wanted my brother to catch someone you’re after?” My voice rises, and I fist my hands down by my side.

“Yes.”

That one little word takes my breath away. It’s all been a lie. Every single little bit of it. “How could you?” I whisper. It took all the air I had just to mutter that one question.

“It’s my job,” he replies simply.

“Your job?” I gasp.

“I had to protect you. In order to do that, I had to get close to you.”

His words are like a slap to my face. “So I was just some fuck?” He doesn’t answer that. He doesn’t need to. “It must have been hard to take one for the team,” I spit out.

“Taylor.”

My brother speaks my name, and I look over at him. The tears are coming faster now. “You knew this whole time. How could you not tell me?” I ask in disbelief. “When I begged you not to be like Dad. When I begged you to get help. Wouldn’t it have just been easier to tell me the truth?”

“I was given orders. And I had to follow them,” he growls through gritted teeth.

“Orders?” I shout, and I watch Case flinch. “That must have been so hard for you,” I snap. “All of you!” I call out as I spin around to make sure to face each and every one of them. “You can all go to hell!” I yell.