Blaydes Betrayal (Savage Saints MC Book 2)

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “As I said, Reaper is my father. I had no idea who he was until a month before the hit when MadDog helped me search for my birth parents. My mother is a hooker and my father is the deadliest nomad in the US/Mexico borders. I get why you flipped Stryker.” Siren levels him with a look. “I did too. I never asked for it and don’t deserve to be punished for something outside of my control.”

  Ace speaks up, “What can we do to help?”

  “Reaper is rescuing my mother and will be here with her any moment. When Drex finds out she’s gone, he will come after me. I need all of your help in protecting her and killing that son of a bitch.”

  Ayes shout out across the room. Everyone agrees with killing the fucker.

  “I want my shot at him.” Poison speaks up and everyone’s gaze lands on her. “After the fucking shit he pulled on me and my mom, I want to make the narcissistic asshole bleed. I want his blood on my hands. Make him pay for everything he’s put me though.” Poison’s voice is unwavering, powerful and full of revenge.

  “Deal.” Kayne responds. “Siren is going to set up a text to Drex, telling him we had to leave on a run. He’ll think the place is empty and a perfect time to attack. Draw him to us and we end him.”

  “I need to do it before Reaper shows up with my mom or he’ll never believe me.” Siren pulls out her phone.

  “Good. Hand me your phone and I’ll send it to him.” Kayne holds out his hand. Siren tosses her phone to him and he starts texting.

  Siren: MC’s gone. Left Kayne and Poison by themselves. They had to go on a run for Cahal. House is empty and I’m not there either. You want your shot, now’s your chance.

  “There, sent. Now we hide the bikes and wait. When he comes, we will be ready for him.” Kayne slams his gavel on the table and everyone moves. Everyone but Kayne, Poison, Siren and I left Church to prepare for his arrival. Siren’s phone vibrates on the table and Kayne picks it up, reading it out loud while I peer over his shoulder.

  Unknown: How do I know this isn’t a trick?

  Siren: You don’t. You want your chance, now is it. Either come and finish what you want or blow your chance. You wanted my help and now you have it. Give me back my mother.

  Unknown: When the job is done, you’ll get your filthy little slut back.

  Siren: She better be unharmed.

  Unknown: You’ll see. If you’re lying, you’ll find pieces of her on all her street corners.

  Siren: I’m not lying. Don’t fucking touch my mother.

  Unknown: You’re in no shape to threaten me. You’ll find her all right.

  I look up from Siren’s phone when Kayne stops texting Drex. Poison is comforting Siren. “Shhh…. It’ll be OK. Everything will be fine. I’m so sorry I dragged you into this. It’s all my fault and I’ll make it right. I swear.” She’s hugging Siren tight, soothing her.

  “It’s not your fault, Poison. Please, don’t blame yourself.” Siren whispers.

  “But it is. If you didn’t show up to that bar-b-que, you wouldn’t be here today.”

  “If I didn’t show up, I’d probably be six feet under. You saved me from the streets and making bad decisions. I’m grateful for that.”

  “You saved me too. Saved me from that vile man the best way you could.” Poison grabs Siren’s face and makes her look at her. “Now let’s end this together once and for all.”

  Siren nods her head in response too choked up to say anything else. There’s a loud knock on the door, making the girls jump. Talon sticks his head inside. “We’re ready, Prez. Everything is set and it looks like it’s just the two of you. We will be spread out along the tree lines, watching the property. What do you want me to do if Reaper shows up?”

  “Shit. What if he waits for Drex to leave then goes and pulls my mom out? That might be better. Drex’s cocky, arrogant attitude will only leave her with a few men for protection.” Siren’s thinking out loud and she has a point.

  Kayne hands her back her phone. “Call him and tell him the change of plans before it’s too late.”

  Siren grabs her phone and dials his number. “Come on, come on. Pick up. Reaper? Wait. Don’t go in there yet.” She pauses, listening intently to what he’s saying. “Drex bit the bait we set and he’ll be leaving her alone or with only a few men.” She pauses again. “Yes, I’m positive. Yes. He’s coming to Savage Saints clubhouse.” Siren is nodding her head, but Reaper can’t see her. “Ok. Yes. Call me when he leaves and then get her out. Thank you. Bye.” She ends the call. “He’s going to let me know when Drex leaves. Apparently, Reaper is there already, waiting for a chance. Said Drex has his hiding place lit up with security everywhere. And even though the Black Destroyers are gone, he has someone else in his back pocket. He said it’s some rich fucker wearing an Armani suit looking like a pretty boy.”

  Kayne and I stare at each other. “No fucking way. You don’t think?” I ask trailing off.

  “It makes sense. Why he jumped at the chance to move our shipments and only taking a small percentage. It’s all clicking into place.” Kayne says, rubbing the stubble on his face, thinking. “We’re going to end Drex tonight, then take care of the little cock sucker. Be ready for a war, brother.”

  “A war I can handle. I’ve got him. Destroyed more for fewer reasons.” I answer. The unknown, coming to the front of my mind. “I should’ve known his cut was too good to be true. Kingston has been playing us for fools.”

  “I’ll update Cahal. He needs to know what’s going down.” Kayne grabs his phone and stands up. “Poison, come on. Let’s get prepared. It’s going to get messy.” They walk out of Church together, his arm slung around her shoulders, leaving Siren and me alone.

  “Blayde,” Siren’s lips are trembling.

  I’m on her in a matter of moments, pulling her close. “Don’t apologize for anything. I get it.” I wrap my arms around her, stroking her silky hair.

  “How can you stand to be near me after everything I’ve done?” She mumbles into my chest.

  “Siren, there isn’t anything I won’t do for you. I could never get you out of my head, even when I tried. No matter how many times you pushed me away, you were always right there.” I lift her chin with my fingers making her look at me. “No matter what, I’m beside you.”

  Siren’s breath catches in her throat. She licks her lips drawing my attention to them. I lean down so we’re only a breath apart. “I don’t trust easily. I’ve been burned too many times by a woman who I thought I could trust. When you came into my life. I fought it. I've fought against these feelings I have for you in fear of what you could do to me. I’m done fighting, Siren. I want to be with you in every way possible. But you have to want it too. You have to want to be with me all the way, both feet in.”

  “I do. I want to be by your side. Every day that you’ll allow me there.” Her husky voice sends a shot of lust through my body straight to my cock, making me crazy. I lean in and press my lips against her, gently at first. Siren runs her hands up my chest and into my hair. Her nails dig into my head, pulling me closer to her. A moan rips from her throat, driving me wild. I grab her ass and lift her so she can wrap her legs around my waist, pressing her pussy against my aching cock. Our kiss becomes frantic, full of lust and love. Our tongues battle back and forth, seeking and retreating. Letting everything else go. I set Siren down on the table, so her legs are dangling off the edge. She yanks at my cut, trying to get it off.

  “I need to feel you right now, Blayde.” Her sultry voice penetrates my lust craze brain. I capture her lips again with my own while I unbutton her jeans and she shimmies, taking her pink panties with them. She reaches for my jeans, undoing my buckle with quick fingers. Once she has my pants undone, she slides her warm hand into my boxers, gripping my stiff cock, causing a moan to escape my lips.

  Pumping her hand up and down, Siren unleashes the beast pounding against my chest. “Fuck, Siren. I need your pussy wrapped around me. Now,” I growl. She frees my aching cock and leans back on the table, opening her
legs, showing me how wet she is.

  “Come on then.” Siren trails her slender fingers down her chest, cupping her tits. I crave her taste on my tongue, but we don’t have time for me to cherish her body the way I want, the way she deserves. With a growl, I yank her to the edge of the table and run my hard cock up and down her wet folds making her body tremble with want below me. Siren leans back on her elbows, pushing her chest out. Her breasts are heaving, begging me to suck on them.

  I lower my body over hers and capture one nipple in my mouth, biting and sucking, while my hand squeezes and pinches her other one. I switch my attention to the other stiff peak, Siren moans underneath me, her body vibrates with need. I slide a finger along her wet folds, rubbing her clit, preparing her body for my cock.

  With one last hard suck, I pop her nipple out of my mouth and trail hot kisses up the column of her throat making Siren quiver beneath me. “This is going to be hard and fast.”

  “Fuck me, Blayde.” Siren moans and it vibrates through my body.

  I grab my aching shaft and give it a tug, lining up to her pussy. Siren’s hands are all over my body, urging me on. I push forward and in one long thrust, I’m deep inside of her. Her pussy is gripping my cock.

  “Fuck, you feel perfect butterfly.” I rest my forehead against Siren’s. Her fingers trail under my cut, nails digging into my skin. I move in and out, watching Siren’s face. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back. She’s moaning my name. I dig my fingers into her hips, pushing her down onto me hard with every thrust. She moves her hips in time with mine.

  “Fuck, Blayde, harder.” Siren moans, trembling underneath me.

  “Open your eyes Butterfly. I want to watch you come undone.” Siren opens her eyes, hooded with desire and lust. Their emerald depths are pulling me under. I thrust into her harder and faster, our bodies slapping together, the sounds of pleasure vibrating off the walls.

  “I’m coming,” Siren groans. Her pussy grips my cock hard and fire races up my spine as I pound into her, bringing her to the edge.

  “Come on my cock, Butterfly.” I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her in place as I slam into her tight pussy hard. She wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing me tight.

  “Oh, fuck. Blayde.” Siren’s panting in my ear as she falls over the edge and I fall right behind her, driving in and out at a fast pace, not letting up. A moan rips through my throat, my balls tighten and I explode inside of her. Her pussy milking me for everything I have. Empty and spent, I hold Siren tight against me, breathing in her scent.

  Once we both come back down, I help her off the table. Her legs are unsteady while she slides her jeans back on and I pull mine up. I look at Siren, her face is flush, her hair is a tangled mess and her eyes are slightly glazed from the orgasm I just gave her. I kiss her hard, making my head dizzy.

  “Let’s go and see what Kayne and Poison are doing. We need to be ready and prepared.” I release Siren and we walk out of Church together. Her tiny hand holding mine tight.

  “What if Drex doesn’t take the bait?” Siren questions as we exit.

  “He will. And when he shows up, we’ll be ready for him. He will die tonight. Can you handle that, Siren?”

  “Yes. Blayde,” Siren stops walking and I turn to look at her. “How do you do it? How can you take a life and not feel anything?”

  I swallow hard, ready to confess my sins. “I feel. But I was taught a long time ago how to compartmentalize it. I’ve done some really bad, fucked up shit in my time Siren. If I let it get to me, I will lose my head and that will kill me.”

  “Will you tell me about your past sometime?” Her green eyes are hopeful and there’s nothing I won’t tell her. The way she’s looking at me, I will never let it go. “If we’re going to be a thing, I want no secrets between us.”

  “When this thing with Drex is over, I will tell you about my past and about the woman who stole everything from me.”

  Chapter 12

  Stryker

  Waiting in the woods with the chilly night air biting at my face, my mind is running a million miles an hour. How can this be possible? How can my past finally come at me and I will face off to the one person who can ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for? Fucked up shit happens to a lot of people, and I’m no exception. Everyone thinks I’m a brooding asshole, but if they knew half the shit I went through in my life, they’d understand why I am the way I am. No one does. No one knows the secrets I’ve been keeping for all these years.

  I am an asshole. I am a brooding motherfucker who fucks shit up and I enjoy crushing those who fuck with me or my club. My head is fucked up and I can’t get past the shit that’s happened to me in order to push forward with the one woman who makes me want to be a better man. The one woman who sees past all the blood on my hands. The one woman I can’t get out of my head. The one woman who’s captured my heart and I’ve hurt repeatedly.

  Crunching of twigs behind me snaps me out of my inner turmoil and I tighten up my stance. Ace walks out of the shadows of the trees, right for me. I release a grunt.

  “What’s going on brother?” Ace asks once he’s standing next to me.

  “Not a fucking thing.” I answer, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “Something’s wrong. I can see it.” He pushes.

  “Ace,” I snarl. “Drop it. Nothing good will come out if you don’t. We’re here to do a job and finally kill that motherfucker Drex.”

  Ace shuffles his feet, his six foot six frame taking up a lot of my space right now. My skin is burning to release the pent up fury boiling inside of me. I turn my back on him and watch the road through the tree lines. He will never understand. No one ever will. It’s just me and my fucked up head waiting to unleash the rage borrowing its way under my skin, ready for bloodshed. There’s only one person who can settle the storm inside me and she’s currently at my place for the night. Far away from here and the war brewing off in the distance. That’s so fucked up too. I’ve been trying to get her to my place for years and she finally agrees, only because I promised I’d stay away. A growl rips from deep inside of me and I clench my fists at my sides.

  Ace exhales a deep sigh, gripping my shoulder. I hold back the urge to throat punch him for touching me when he knows I’m at my limit. “When you’re ready to talk brother, I’m here. We all are.”

  “I don’t do fucking sunshine and roses. I’m not a fucking school girl waiting to gossip. Release your hand before I rip it off and beat you with it.” I know I shouldn’t be a motherfucker to one of my brothers, but my heart is pounding against my chest and my breaths are caught in my throat. I have to get him away from me before I vomit everything all over the forest floor. Ace takes one long look at me and releases his grip. He nods his head in understanding. How in the fuck can he understand? Am I that transparent he sees through my fucked up exterior and can see I’m struggling?

  “I get it, Stryker. And I know Kayne does too. When you’re ready to tell your story, all of us will have your back.” Ace walks away back into the shadows and I can breathe again.

  He can’t get it. No one does. No one’s ever understood why I am the way I am. I’m an enforcer with no feelings. I’m capable of ripping a man’s balls off with one hand and shove them down his throat for even looking at me wrong. I have no remorse when blood spills on my hands and stains my soul. I doubt my brothers will have my back when they find out the secrets I’ve been keeping. And if things happen tonight, those secrets will come out and the only way to face them is head on.

  A deep rumble of bikes penetrates the quiet night. A bright headlight whips down the road, followed by five others. A sneer lifts my lips. It’s show time motherfucker. Be prepared to die tonight.

  Chapter 13

  Blayde

  I found Kayne pacing back and forth in the surveillance room. Poison is watching the screens, looking for something. Several monitors are up and running, recording each of our properties. Two on the entrance and exit at Savage Saints Bar, one on
the strip club turned dance studio, another on our burned down warehouse, one on our repair shop and the last three on our clubhouse. The bar is in full swing. People coming and going, laughing and having a good time. The dance studio, warehouse and repair shop are ghostly quiet.

  I enter the room and shut the door behind me. Siren, which under my protests, wanted some time alone, so she went up to our room. Said she’d be back down once she gets her head around everything.

  “Where’s Siren?” Poison asks.

  “Our room. She needed a minute. This shit’s really affecting her and needs to collect her head.” I answer.

  Poison glances up at Kayne and he nods his head. “I’m going to check on her.” She leaves the room, now it’s just Kayne and me.

  “How are you holding up?” Kayne questions, while pacing back and forth.

  “I’m good. Ready to end this with Drex. The motherfucker’s going to get what’s coming to him. He’s been a pain in our ass since we arrived and now this shit?” I run my hands through my dark hair. “It’s got to end tonight.”

  “It will brother. It will.” The seriousness in his voice tells me he means every word. “Have you found anything else about the other problem? The one before we left Detroit?”

  “No. Nothing yet. I keep hitting dead ends. Something happened, people don’t just disappear. I will find out. I might need to bring Rooster in for help. That fucker can find just about anyone.”

  Kayne looks at me in surprise, his eyebrows almost hit his hairline. “Bringing in someone else? Wow, Siren must really mean something to you.”

  A smile cracks my face. “Yeah. I can’t move forward with her when questions about the past keep haunting me.” I confess. “I know I want to spend every minute with Siren and I can’t give her everything I have when I don’t know what happened. There was a lot of blood in that apartment building and it’s been driving me insane for the past several years.”