Saved by the Dark
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Chapter 34
Every man has a breaking point and unfortunately for you I reached mine ten minutes ago.
“Four perimeter guards confirmed. Two more on the door,” Smoke’s deep voice whispered in Sharp’s ear. They were up in a tree looking over the location that held his Pixie inside.
As his spotter rattled off the distances and wind conditions Sharp lost himself in the rhythm of his heart. Every good sniper had his calm place where adrenaline and random thoughts wouldn’t affect their shot. It was harder than usual to find that place, but years of SEAL training overrode the chaos and worry of the moment. After a thirty count, all four men were in his line of sight. He began a rhythm that lasted twelve heart beats: squeeze... aim... settle... squeeze...
“All four down, front team go,” Smoke’s voice called out.
Sharp dropped down out of the tree leaving his MK11 sniper rifle for later retrieval. He might not be busting down the door with Max, but damn it all if he was going to be far behind. Pixie had been in this location for over half an hour and it had been torturous for the last ten minutes to not charge in right away, but instead pulling together a plan.
If Pixie was dead because Max had insisted on waiting, Sharp didn’t know what he would do. He sent a prayer up as he sprinted across the lawn, Please darlin’, hold on for me.
Sharp crossed the doorway, avoiding the two bodies sprawled across the hall. To the left, three of his Brothers had Caravaggio pinned to the ground, guns ready. A familiar scream had him running down a hall and dodging to avoid bowling through Dozer and Rooster.
Pixie’s wordless scream echoed through the room and Sharp didn’t understand why his two Brothers were standing staring instead of helping, until he took in the scene. He saw what he assumed to be Mitchel Thomas’ body, sprawled lifeless on the ground, a metal knife jutting out of his crotch like some macabre codpiece.
Mitchel’s face was unrecognizable. Pixie’s eyes were wild as she repeatedly smashed a metal lamp into the pulp that was her tormentor’s head. Blood covered her like tossed away paint, creating a picture straight out of a horror movie. Her beautiful blonde hair and pretty white sundress was now a patchwork of browns and reds. Her voice was cracking from the screaming, but she didn’t seem to notice them, or be ready to stop any time soon.
Dozer looked between the screaming woman and Sharp, his look of disbelief being replaced with a smirk. “You got this?” Sharp nodded and both of his Brothers backed out of the room.
“Pixie?” Sharp tried in a gentle, but loud voice. His woman didn’t even pause. “Darlin’, you can put the lamp down.” Nothing. His ears were starting to pound. “Banshee! He’s dead. You can stop,” Sharp shouted, finally breaking through.
The transformation was surreal. She paused with the lamp held over her head, eyes glassy, but no longer screaming. The woman he loved turned and looked at him with empty eyes. Seconds ticked by before sanity slowly seeped into her expression. Pixie’s muscles relaxed and the lamp fell, forgotten, to the ground. Recognition clicked in her eyes and the spark of awareness returned.
“Sharp!” Her voice was raspy from vocal cords over-abused by screaming. She ran at him with such joy he could almost forget she looked like a Carrie stunt double when he caught her in his arms.
Deciding he didn’t care about the blood, Sharp pulled her up into his arms, happy she appeared to be intact. He carried his bloody little prize out of the room, not sure what her reaction would be if she saw what she had done now that all her cylinders were firing.
When they reached the main room, Max rushed over with a med kit. “Where is she hurt?”
“I don’t think any of the blood is hers.” Sharp looked her over as much as he could. “Are you hurt anywhere, darlin’?”
She pulled her face out of his chest, shaking her head. The blood was now smeared across her face like body paint and Max widened his eyes as he took in how much of the stuff covered her. “I think I have a cracked rib and a small split lip but nothing worth...” She looked down at herself and a slightly hysterical laugh bubbled out of her lips. “I’m covered in blood.”
“Yeah, darlin’, you are.” Sharp was careful to keep his tone neutral.
“I’m getting it all over your clothes.” She looked around and giggled a bit. “You all match.”
Max smiled a bit. “Black doesn’t stain.”
She nodded as if that made sense. “Are they all dead?”
Max looked to Sharp, who nodded once. “All but Caravaggio.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up, darlin’,” Sharp coaxed Pixie. Something was still slightly off with her and they couldn’t travel with her or him covered in blood.
“You are going to kill Caravaggio?”
His woman was looking at Max, but Sharp answered, “He won’t be a problem ever again.”
“Okay.” Her voice sounded tired but Sharp loved how she curled into his chest.
Pixie closed her eyes, letting the hot water of the shower wash away the evidence of what she had done. Something had snapped inside her back in that room. Months of rage had poured through her and she remembered everything she had done but it was like a movie, not something real.
While looking for a bathroom to get cleaned up in, they had found a room filled with pictures of her taken over the last six months. Hundreds of outfits in her size had filled the space, ranging from erotic lingerie to a snowsuit. If her own clothes hadn’t been completely ruined, she wouldn’t have touched any of them.
All the Brothers, even the ones she knew well, looked at her oddly and she didn’t know if it was because she had killed Mitchel or because they saw her as a victim again. Even Sharp had started using his careful tones again. She wanted to rewind time, go back and not ignore her feelings about Kickstand. Then she wouldn’t be back to freak status with the men who were quickly becoming her family.
She threw her head back in disgust and met a muscular chest. She let herself press back against the body she loved so much. Sharp chuckled and wrapped strong arms around her shoulders.
“I was wondering if you would even notice me.”
She turned, resting her cheek against his heart, letting the warm water run over her shoulder and onto where their bodies met.
“You’re hard to miss, even in a shower this big.”
The shower was big with several showerheads and bench seating for the sauna settings. The master bedroom had turned out to be on the opposite side of the cabin from where she had been held. If it hadn’t been for the rush and large amount of blood on her body, she would have opted for a swim in the jacuzzi.
Sharp picked up the shampoo and began rubbing it into her hair. Pixie tried to ignore the pink tint to the water and relaxed into his gentle touch. She arched her back trying to rinse out the soap, causing a sharp twinge of pain from her ribs. The pain morphed into pleasure as Sharp’s hands ran down her shoulders and she moaned. Apparently, her body now rejected unwanted pain, but she was still a freak deep inside.
Sharp’s cock grew, sliding against her stomach, and her body responded by getting wet. She moved her hands up his thighs but before she could wrap her hands around the part she wanted, he grabbed her wrists and gently pulled his body back from her.
“I came in to help things move faster. Not to seduce you.”
His rejection hurt and embarrassment colored her cheeks. She turned around, pulling her hands free of his, and quickly scrubbed to get the soap out of her hair. “I understand.” She was glad the shower covered what might or might not be tears forming in her eyes.
He moved quickly and pinned her up against the tile wall. “Don’t turn away from me like that. What is it you think you understand?”
Pixie’s mixed-up desire ratcheted up and the feel of his rock-hard cock against her back proved her next statement to be incorrect. “You don’t want to have sex.”
His hand fisted in her wet hair, pulling her back so his fingers could pluck lightly at her rock-hard nipples. “I want to fuck yo
u so bad, I can taste your cream on my tongue. I want nothing more than to hear your cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.” Pixie moaned, pushing her ass back into him, wishing for once she was about a foot taller so that he could slide right in. “So why do you think I stopped? What thought went through your mind that had you turning away from me like I slapped you?”
Both of his hands were playing with her breasts now. The pleasure of him twisting her nipples had her unable to think, so she spoke the unguarded truth. “I killed Mitchel.”
“You think that bothers me?”
“Or you think I’m too broken.”
He growled and bit her ear. “I find it sexy as fuck that you can do what is necessary to survive.”
“Then why?”
She found herself lifted and placed kneeling on the tile bench, chest pressed against the cold tile. A second later Sharp slammed deep inside her. The pain morphed quickly into ecstasy and she began orgasming around his cock as it hit the depths of her with brutal blows. Warm water misted them, and Pixie felt the first orgasm building into a second with the steady thrusts rubbing against that spot deep inside her.
His rhythm sped up and his hand reached around her. Sharp’s fingers found her clit and with a few flicks she was rocketing over the edge, screaming her release. Pixie clenched around him as his own orgasm chased hers. For several seconds nothing could be heard but the gentle rain of the water and their panting breaths.
A loud banging on the door was followed by Dozer’s chuckled shout of, “T minus ten, get your ass in gear, Sharp.”
Pixie groaned as Sharp pulled out and quickly cleaned them both up. He shut off the water and handed her a towel. “That was why, darlin’.”
Pixie took the towel, careful not to bend too much as she dried herself off. “Why what?”
He handed her the clothes she had laid out. “Why I pulled away. Smoke is currently setting this place to go up like a bonfire. I didn’t think we had enough time for shower fun.”
Pixie felt weird slipping on the jeans and shirt she had chosen. She had grown to love the free feeling that being in a sundress gave her, but the dresses in the creepy shrine wouldn’t have worked on the back of a bike. “Shows what you know.” She smoothed down the top and quickly braided her wet hair since there wasn’t a brush and she didn’t think there was time to find one. “I’m burning these clothes when we get home.”
Sharp wrapped her up in a hug, wearing another set of bad guy, black, combat clothes. “I like the sound of that.”
“What, burning my clothes?”
He gave her a smack on the ass. “No. Home.”
Pixie smiled, enjoying the sight of Caravaggio gagged and tied up in the living room when they walked out of the door. His many victims were about to finally get justice. The flames were barely starting to lick out the windows when Sharp kicked his bike to life. Pixie hoped that all Caravaggio’s victims were looking down right now and enjoying their long-deserved justice.
Sharp turned, and their gazes caught. Raw emotion poured out through his tough-as-nails, biker’s eyes. “I love you, Pixie.”
“I love you too, Sharp.”
Epilogue
I’m going to ride you into the sunset.
Three weeks later
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Sharp took a swig of his beer, enjoying the wild party around him, celebrating Dragon patching in as a full Brother. Hawk sat in the next recliner over, savoring his own beer. The President nodded over to where two of the Club’s sweetbutts were giving an X-rated lap dance to a very drunk Dragon.
“Feels like a lifetime ago when that was us,” Sharp laughed.
“It was. I don’t know about you, but I have zero memory of the night I patched in.”
“Nope. I drank so much, don’t think I sobered up for three days.”
“I’m surprised your woman isn’t here. I thought her and Dragon were close.”
Sharp looked down into his bottle, concern twisting his gut. “She’s got a stomach bug that has been bringing her down for the last two days.” If she was still sick tomorrow, he was dragging her ass to the doctor no matter what she said.
“She better be ready for the bash the women have cooking up for her birthday on Sunday. I have never seen so much fuss.”
“I’m sure she will be. You’ve been quiet. Is all the blowback from a few weeks ago done with?”
Hawk smirked. “You could say that. Going to be announcing it at church. Max and Clean finished divvying out the metric shit ton of blackmail material we picked up to the various alphabet agencies. Tek set up a fund for the girls we rescued with the cash we found and has started operations to help any others still alive from the records he got. The pharmaceuticals and guns all had buyers within hours of us letting it be known they were available.”
“Anyone grumbling that we gave away the cash?”
“A few idiots but they’ll shut up when they get the cut from the other deals.”
“That good?”
“Let’s just say the investment dividends for even the newest Brother will be enough that if they live slim, they don’t need a job.”
“Damn, didn’t think the government would pay quite so well.”
“We may not want to get into the extortion business, but the different alphabet agencies don’t have the same problems. God Bless America and its love of dirty little secrets.” Hawk took a swig of his beer, his eyes caught on something across the room and a big smile broke out on his face. “Looks like Banshee is feeling better.
Sharp followed Hawk’s gaze, and the sight before him had his dick jumping to attention. His Brothers called his woman Banshee when she was putting someone in their place or when she broke out the leather, and he was hoping and praying it was the latter.
He had to hold in a groan as he took in his sexy woman. She was wearing her property cut with nothing but a sexy red lace bra under it. The sexy combo covered the necessities but offered perfect black and red framing to her luscious cleavage. She had on an honest-to-god Catholic schoolgirl skirt and shiny patent leather heels. Her hair was pulled up into pigtails, putting the cherry right on top of his fantasy.
Catcalls echoed through the Club but, like the good girl she was, she kept her eyes locked on him. Sharp’s cock was going to punch right through his jeans, but he held still, letting her walk across the entire room towards him, enjoying how all eyes were on his woman.
She climbed up on his lap, straddling his legs, giving him a quick peek at her bare pussy as she settled the checkered fabric. He couldn’t resist a second longer, grabbing the back of her neck and devouring her mouth in a kiss that left both of them short of breath.
He traced the edge of her bra with his fingertips, loving the contrast of the rough lace and her smooth skin. “What does my little Banshee want?” Sharp loved every aspect of this woman, from the sweet homemaker to the raunchy slut. Every part of her brilliant, twisted mind called to the very core of him.
Pixie smiled, running her hand down her abdomen to where her body rubbed against his hard cock. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
Sharp quirked an eyebrow. “This a new game, darlin’?”
She giggled, the sound cut right to his heart. She held her hand over her abdomen and looked him right in the eyes, taking his hand and placing it over her own. “You’re going to be a daddy.”
Sharp looked down, the exquisite joy building up in his chest. “You’re sure?”
She bit her lip and nodded. He jumped up and swung her around, his kiss promising so much more.
Sharp leaned back and roared to the room, “I’m going to be a father!”
Lost in the Dark
Dark Sons Motorcycle Club Book Two
Ann Jensen
I’m a snarky Jersey Woman who dreamed of one day becoming an Author. I write Romance with bigger than life characters who have to dodge every obstacle I gleefully throw in their paths. Somehow my characters also find time for steamy fun on their way to their HEAs.
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