“We know about your mom, but we don’t know who your father is. How did you find out?” Kayne asks from his seat. He’s been quiet and a quiet Kayne is a deadly Kayne.
“MadDog helped me hack into the adoption agency. His name is listed as the father on my birth certificate.” I answer.
“Who is it, Siren?” Poison asks.
I look at her with tears in my eyes. This is it, when I tell her, she will be so disgusted with me and will kick me out, but she needs to know. They both do.
“Reaper.” I whisper. “Reaper is my father.”
Chapter 8
Blayde
The chilly air seeps through my sweatshirt and leather cut, but there’s nothing that settles my mind more than the deep vibrating rumble of the power of my bike while it eats up the pavement. A few minutes after we hit the city, I signal to pull into a parking garage and drive to the top. Stryker, Duke and Ace follow close behind.
I find a spot away from everyone but close enough to watch, nestled in the shadows and park. I turn my Harley off, pull out a cigarette and light it, letting the smoke into my lungs. I exhale and wait. We’re here to do a job. Send a message to Kingston not to fuck us over with Cahal. My fingers are itching to sink my blade into his flesh and rip the asshole from sternum to throat. To watch his blood seep through his skin for defying us. But it will have to wait. We need proof first before ending his life. Kingston just fucked with the wrong MC and his life will end soon. Unfortunately, that won’t be tonight. Tonight is recon and info.
Headlights sweep across the parking lot catching my attention. I remove my helmet, toss my smoke away and hop off my bike, following the car. Sticking to the shadows, the four of us watch quietly as one of Kingston’s men park away from the other cars. He climbs out, locking the doors behind him. His muscles are huge and stretching the fabric of his dark blue t-shirt. He’s too comfortable in his surroundings and doesn’t see me when I sneak up behind him and wrap my arm around his neck, pinning him in a chokehold. He’s an inch shorter than me, giving me an advantage. His arms flail around, trying to break from my hold. I squeeze his neck tighter, cutting off his air supply. Stryker, Ace and Duke are on the lookout for anyone coming.
“We’re going to have a little chat.” I growl in his ear. “It appears your boss wanted to fuck us over. What do you know about that?”
He grunts and wheezes from my hold. His Adams apple bobs under my forearm. I release my grip a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He chokes out wheezing for breath.
I tighten my grip again, cutting off his air. “Try again.”
He taps my arm and I relax my grip again. “Seriously, I wasn’t there. I don’t know.”
I hang onto his neck with one arm and pull my switchblade out with my free hand. I flash it in front of his face. His body tenses under my grip. “You’re going to send Kingston a message for me. He fucked with the wrong MC and sorry, but you’ll be his sacrifice.” I release him and Stryker grabs his arms, pinning them behind his back. “What’s your name? I want to know who has the honor of feeling my wrath.” My blood is pumping furiously through my veins and my adrenaline is at an all-time high.
“Chris.” Chris’s voice trembles with fear.
I step close to Chris and look into his brown eyes. “Chris, you tell Kingston exactly who did this and tell him if he fucks with me again, I will end him.” My blade sinks into his chest. He tries to scream and Stryker throws a gloved hand over his mouth, stifling him. I watch the blood seep through his shirt as I make another cut. Each one is shallow enough it won’t kill him but deep enough to cause him nightmares for the rest of his life.
When I’m finished, Chris’s eyes are closing from the pain, ready to pass out. I slap him across the face, waking him up. “No passing out on me, Chris. I’m not finished yet.” His eyes pop open with tears trailing down his cheeks. Remorse flows through me but I won’t stop now. I can’t stop now. Stryker removes his gloved hand from Chris’s mouth and drops him to the ground. I squat down next to Chris. “Remember what I told you. There will be no mercy. Tell Kingston I’m coming for him. Our deal is off the table.” He nods his head and closes his eyes. I clean his blood off my blade onto his jeans and stand up. Stryker, Ace and Duke don’t say a word. They all know what’s running through my head right now and it’s not the time to strike up a conversation.
I pull my phone out of my pocket while heading toward my bike. I dial Kayne and he answers on the first ring. “It’s done. Call Kingston and tell him where he can find one of his men.”
“Good. Siren is back. Get here as soon as you can.” Kayne responds.
“I’ll be there in fifteen.” I hesitate to ask but do it anyway. “Is she OK?”
“Yes, there’s a lot we need to discuss though.”
“On my way.” I hang up, put my phone back in my pocket and straddle my bike. I throw my brain bucket on and fire her up. We all take off back the way we came. Blood lust is flowing through my veins and there’s only one way to get rid of it, but I’m so pissed at Siren for taking off the way she did, images of what I will do to her flash through my head.
We arrive back at the Clubhouse a little while later and my mind still isn’t settled down. It’s worse since I know Siren is in there waiting. Spilling someone’s blood always puts me in a blood lust and I can’t think straight until it’s taken care of. The patch whores know the deal and know I like it rough after a night like tonight. Some steer clear of me and others enjoy it. But they won’t be able to satisfy me tonight. They haven’t been able to in a long time. Only one woman can and she’s inside. I sit on my bike after turning it off and light up a cigarette. Kayne is standing on the front porch, watching me. By the look in his deadly blue eyes, he knows what’s running through my head. With as long as we’ve been friends and brothers, he knows me better than I know myself and that’s what makes him a great Prez. You can’t hide shit from him. I tried when we were with Savage Saints Detroit and that backfired on me.
Stryker remains on his bike and peers over at me. “You good brother?”
“I will be.” I answer, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You going to finally get your head out of your ass and fix the shit with Holly?”
“I don’t know. I’ve tried, but she won’t talk to me anymore.” He answers with a shrug. “It is what it is. Can’t fix something if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
I release a deep sigh, climbing off my bike. Looking Stryker in the eyes I step up next to him. “What’s wrong is the fact you can’t keep your dick in your pants. Holly doesn’t deserve that shit. Do you want to fix what you fucked up? Quit letting patch whores fall on your cock.” I stomp my cigarette on the ground and walk away before I bust his teeth out. I climb the steps and stop in front of Kayne.
“Shit’s fucked up, but I think we have a way to draw Drex out of hiding. C’mon, lets step inside and Siren will fill you in.” He clamps a big hand on my shoulder, squeezing it. “Take it easy on her, brother. There’s shit she didn’t tell anyone.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head. “I’ll try. My head isn’t in the right place right now. Can I have a moment alone with her before Church?”
“She’s in your room, waiting for you.” Kayne responds as he releases my shoulder. “Go easy brother.” I nod my head and enter the house. Music is pumping from the speakers in the living room. The deep bass of Nagazi’s song Rebuilt2Kill thrums through my body, while the lead singer’s deep rumble flows through the speakers singing about pain, torture and punishment. A fitting song for my state of mind.
I climb the stairs and hesitate to open my door. I don’t know how I will react to seeing Siren. I know I can’t punish her for what she’s done but I want to. I crave to tie her up and pound into her, making her scream my name as an orgasm wracks her body bringing us both to the edge and tumble over.
I open the door and find Siren sitting on the bed. Her long black hair is hanging down past her breasts. Her green eyes watch me as I
step into the room and close the door behind me. She’s wringing her hands on her lap. A nervous twitch I’ve noticed she does when she’s scared or nervous. Calming my racing heart at the sight of her here knowing she’s safe again, I cross the room and shrug my cut off, laying it down on the dresser. I sit in the chair and gaze at Siren.
“Well?” I ask. If I say more, I’ll lose my temper and that won’t be good.
“I’ve been keeping a secret from all of you.” Siren whispers. She inhales a deep breath, making her breasts rise and fall, causing my dick to stir again. “I thought it was the only way to handle it but now Poison and Kayne know. Turns out they’ve known for a while.” She looks up at the ceiling, blinking tears away.
“Known what? Siren, you’re talking in riddles. Spit it out or I’m going to lose my temper quick. The only thing I know is that you ran away. Running means hiding. Hiding means you’ve done something wrong you don’t want to deal with.” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “So, spit it the fuck out.”
Siren lowers her head, staring right at me. The look in her eyes is cunning, deadly and turning me the fuck on at the wrong time. “Drex kidnapped my biological mother. He’s been trying to blackmail me and my biological father is getting her back tonight. I don’t know how or when, just that he’ll be here soon. I specifically told him not to kill Drex, just get her out of there and bring her here.” She inhales a sharp breath and her shoulders slump forward in defeat. “That’s what I’ve been hiding.”
Rage burrows its way through my veins. My throat is closing in and I clear it trying to catch my breath. “Did you know about the hit on Sins? Did you know Drex was behind it all?”
“No.” Siren shakes her head back and forth her long black hair falling around her shoulders. “But I wasn’t at the strip club like I said I was. I was following my mom. Making sure she was safe like I’ve been doing since I found out who she was. Only that night the John she climbed in the car with was working with Drex.”
“Your mom’s a hooker?” I ask exasperated. How much more did this woman go through by herself before she told anyone?
Siren nods her head, staring at the carpet. “Her name’s Cat. Catarina Lawson.” She’s wringing her hands in her lap again. Shame flashes across her face.
Not wanting to be away from her anymore, I stand up and cross the room until I’m so close, I can smell Siren’s Jasmine body wash she uses. I know I should be pissed but watching her suffer for her parent’s mistakes isn’t in me. I sit on the bed and pull Siren against me. Stroking her silky black hair, I comfort her the best way I can. “Anything else you need to tell me? No more surprises.”
Siren nods her head. “You need to know my whole story. What happened in foster care, all the things I had to do to survive. Maybe, it’ll help you understand where I’m coming from by not telling you, Kayne or Poison everything. Every time I trusted someone, they would betray me.” A lonely tear rolls down Siren’s cheek and she wipes it away quickly. “It wasn’t pretty. And my biological father.” She trails off before continuing. “He’s someone who is feared by all. My blood is dirty. My hands are stained. And with the things I’ve done, my soul can never be redeemed.”
“Who is it?”
Siren shifts so she’s staring at me. Her green eyes are penetrating deep into mine, not blinking. Seeing right into my soul. “Reaper.”
Chapter 9
Siren – 10 years ago
“Michelle, come down here now.” My foster father’s voice booms loudly through the small house, making me jump.
I’m in the room I share with two other girls, but they’re not here. Neither are the three boys that share the room across the hall. It’s just the two of us. My foster mom is working late, again. She’s been gone more than here and I thought, if I stayed in my room and stayed quiet, he wouldn’t come looking for me. “Michelle now.” He calls from the bottom of the stairs. I was wrong.
This place hasn’t been too bad, unlike the last home I was in. Unless Jack comes home drunk. Like he is now. I set my homework down on my bed and slowly make my way to the door, hesitating to open it. The bruising he left on my body last week is fading. He apologized after he hit me repeatedly. It was just the two of us and I didn’t know what to do. Soon after, my foster mom came home, told me to go to my room and never upset Jack again. I didn’t do anything to cause the rage he inflicted upon me but I didn’t want to leave either. I told him I forgave him, but in reality, I hate him. I hate everything he represents. I hate everything he stands for. I can’t go to the cops, they’d never believe a fourteen-year-old girl in the system over a man who works for the City. I’m not the only kid he’s done this to, but if I have my way, I’ll be the last.
I take a deep breath and open the door with shaky fingers. If he touches me again, I will kill him. There will be no one here to stop me this time. Standing at the top of the stairs, my legs tremble. Jack is drunker than normal and the sneering look on his face tells me this one will be bad. He’s at the bottom of the stairs, glaring at me. A look of something passes in his glossy eyes and a smile crosses his rugged face.
“There you are. Come down here, Michelle.” Jack’s tone is gentle, but the look in his eyes is scaring me.
I slowly walk down the carpeted stairs, hanging onto the railing so I don’t tumble down them with my unsteady legs. My heart is beating hard against my chest in rapid successions. My breathing is choppy and if I don’t get it under control, I’ll end up passing out.
“Hi, Jack. Did you have a good day at work?” I ask pleasantly, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice and the conversation positive.
He narrows his glassy brown eyes in my direction. “Why do you want to know?” The accusation in his voice tells me I went in the wrong direction.
I swallow hard, “I was making conversation.” Jack staggers in front of me and rests his palm on my shoulder, squeezing it hard. I wince from the pain but stand strong.
“Why do you want to know?” His rancid breath sweeps across my face. I hold back a gag. “Why does a poor orphan want to know how work was?” Jack’s voice is menacing and he’s right in my face. He presses his body against mine. I can feel his hardness through my clothes as he squeezes my shoulders with both hands hard. I’m going to have bruises. If I don’t get out of this, I’m in serious trouble. He’s not the first male to make a pass at me.
“Jack, I’m asking because that’s what someone does when you come home from a long day at work.” I swallow back the vomit crawling up my throat and straighten my spine. I won’t show him any fear.
Jack narrows his eyes further until their beady little brown specks. His breathing is harsh against my cheek. I swear if he touches me again, I will junk punch him. “That’s what makes you one of the special ones, Michelle.” The way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re like a Siren sending out a call to every man in your presence. We can’t help but be lured into your web. There’s so much more I want to do to you.” Jack’s grip on my shoulder loosens and he trails a finger down my arm. I coil my muscles, ready to fight if I have to.
“What are you doing, Jack?” I whisper.
“What I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, Michelle. Say my name again.” Jack’s whole body is pressed against mine, there’s no space between the two of us. I stare into his eyes while his hand brushes against my breast.
That’s it. I’ve had enough. I need to get out of this and leave. I can’t come back.
I raise my arm to cup Jack’s face. His five o’clock shadow rough on my palm. I grab his greasy hair and Jack’s eyes light up in excitement. I yank hard, dropping him to his knees. Jack groans and begins panting. Still holding his nasty hair, I bend over. Jack’s eyes drop to my cleavage and I swallow down the vomit snaking its way up my throat, again.
“Jack,” his eyes snap to mine. I pull out a blade tucked into my pocket and hold it against his throat. “If you ever touch me again, it will be your last. Am I clear?” Jack growls d
eep in his throat. He tries to stand up, but I don’t let him. I grip his hair tighter and press the blade deeper against his bobbing throat. A thin line of blood drips from his skin and I watch as it spreads onto the gleam of the steel, mesmerized by the darkness coating my knife. “I can end you now or you can walk away. I will leave and you’ll never see me again. What’s it going to be?” My voice is low and deadly. I watch the battle in his eyes. He’s deciding if it’ll be worth it. If he gets what he wants, which is my virginity, or let me go. I keep the knife pressed against his throat, pushing it in a little deeper.
“Go. Get the fuck out. If I see you again, Michelle, I won’t stop next time.” Jack concedes.
“Good. I’d love a reason to kill you.” I remove the knife from his throat and quickly drag it down the left side of his cheek, creating a long, jagged cut. Jack screams out in pain. “Every time you look in the mirror, you remember this day. You come near me again and I won’t hesitate to slit your throat.” I release his greasy hair and shove him back, keeping the knife in front of me. I retreat up the stairs and into my room, watching Jack sit on the floor the entire trek up. I slam and lock the door. My heart is pounding hard and adrenaline is pushing me forward. I grab my backpack and shove what little things I have in it. I ransack the room, looking for money and find a wad of cash under some clothes in the closet. I don’t know which girl it belongs to, but it’ll be enough to get me through for a little while. Once I have all my clothes, cash and valuable things, I open the bedroom window. There’s no way in hell I’m leaving through the front door.
The cool spring breeze nips at my fingers while I slide out the window and shimmy down the drain spout. Once my feet safely touch the soft grass, I run. I keep running and don’t look back, letting the shadows of the night swallow me up. I disappear into the darkness with my body intact and a fresh start upon the horizon.
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