Blended with Pain: Notorious Devils (Cash Bar Book 4)

by Hayley Faiman

  My fingers flex against her neck at her words. “Sounds like a threat, Sweet Pea.”

  She shrugs, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Not a threat, Ace. I’m telling you I won’t tolerate it. Just like you wouldn’t. It’s a two-way street. I know this life is different than out in the real world, but it’s not so different from growing up in the trailer parks. I know the score. I knew when my mom couldn’t score what she wanted, or needed, with the man in her bed, she’d just hop on over to someone else in the middle of the night. I want better,” she whispers.

  My hand around her throat shifts to the back of her neck, my palm covering her ink. My other hand slides up her side and covers Axe’s name on her ribs. I feel her. I feel for her. She gets it more than I ever thought possible, and she feels it deeper than I could have imagined.

  “Yeah, Sweet Pea. Okay,” I say, my voice dropping a bit with emotion from her words.

  She lowers her head. “I love you, Ace. It’s hard to love someone who won’t ever love you back. It’s hard to watch someone you’re so in love with that you’re aching inside, so easily let another woman suck on his neck.”

  My arms move quickly, wrapping around her back and I roll us around so that I’m on top, my hips between her thighs, pressing my semi-hard cock against her wet center. “Carson,” I bark. Her eyes widen, and she blinks as she looks up at me. “My temper got the best of me. Let it fucking go,” I growl.

  “I can’t,” she spits, her eyes narrowing to small slits. “It literally just happened.”

  I smirk, shaking my head, shifting my hips so that the head of my cock rubs against her sensitive clit. She whimpers, her eyes narrowing even more, which only makes me laugh.

  “You love me?” I ask, lowering my mouth and brushing my lips across hers the way she likes.

  She sighs softly and hums. “Yeah,” she admits.

  “Then let it the fuck go. You want my dick to only get wet in you?” I ask, lifting my head to look into her pretty blue eyes. She presses her lips together, then jerks her head in a reluctant nod. “Then, open up and take me in. Don’t assume I only do the things I do for a piece. I can get snatch anywhere I want. What I want is you, which is why I sleep next to you every night. Why I wake up with you every morning, and why I take care of you the way I do.”

  She lifts her hips, allowing me to sink inside of her sticky wet heat again. She doesn’t speak, her wide eyes look up at me, almost as if she’s at a loss for words. “Always wanted to have clean, good, and sweet in my bed,” I admit. “Never thought I could. Not until I walked into that house, saw you and my kid. Knew I could have you, good, clean and sweet, you. But I knew, Sweet Pea, I knew I’d have to take you,” I admit.

  “No you didn’t, Ace.”

  I snort, my hips moving, my cock sliding in and out of her tight cunt. A cunt that’s fucking molded just for me, just for my dick. “Carson, no way in fuck you’d want me, if you knew all this shit, this life,” I state.

  She cups her hands around my cheeks and lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. “I would have followed you, Ace, just for the whisper of a promise to be right here with you. I always thought you were good. I always knew you were too good to be true.”

  I don’t respond to her lack of judgment. Instead, I fuck her. My eyes never leave hers and when I come inside of her, I know that I made the right choice when I grabbed her and threw her on the back of my bike.

  I love her.

  Down to my goddamn bones and soul, to my fucking marrow.

  I love her.

  Pressing my lips to hers, my hips slowly ride out both of our orgasms, feeling the way she squeezes me. Feeling her hands on me. Feeling her sweet body beneath my own. My woman. Mine. Down to my goddamn marrow.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  KEYS

  A LOUD KNOCK on my door causes me to sit up. Carson is curled to my side, her body unmoving as I stare at the door. The knock sounds again and I frown, before sliding out of the bed. Last night’s party sounded wild. I don’t know if it was, because after we showered together I ate Carson, then fucked her again before we both passed out.

  My girl needed some tender care after she thought I was going to betray what small foundation we’d built. I wasn’t going to fuck Jizzy, there was no point. I probably couldn’t have gotten it up for her anyway. Not when Carson is the only woman I could even think about these days.

  But I was being a fucking asshole, immature and downright stupid trying to prove something fucking ludicrous. Trying to get her in line, and to cower down to me. It didn’t work, as it fucking shouldn’t have. It was dumb, and by the time we both came again, me for the third time, her for the fourth, we were over it. At least, I was, I hoped she was too.

  “The fuck?” I hiss, yanking the door open, my dick hanging out for whoever’s on the other side to see.

  Skinner looks at me, he doesn’t even look down, his eyes, they look fucking pained and that’s when I know something is very, very, goddamn wrong.

  “Cover your dick, get your woman up. We got a problem.”

  I close my eyes slowly, then reopen them. “Axe,” I rasp.

  “Hurry,” he strains, confirming my guess.

  Slamming the door closed, I whirl around and rush over to the floor, grabbing my shit and pulling it on. “Sweet Pea,” I shout as I hop on one foot, then the other to pull up my jeans. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around her shoulder and give her a not too gentle shake.

  Her eyes fly open and she sits up, the sheet falling from her chest. If this were a different scenario, I would be enjoying her tits right about now. “Hop up, throw something on, there’s a problem,” I announce.

  “Axe,” she whispers, her voice sounding pained and horror filled. I close my eyes slowly and turn to her.

  “Hurry, Sweet Pea,” I rasp.

  She shakes her head, tears immediately falling from her eyes, “No,” she cries.

  “I don’t know a fuckin’ thing yet. Hurry now, let’s find out what’s happened,” I say, standing and rummaging through my drawers. I find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Sniffing them both, I decide they’re decently clean and toss them her way. “C’mon now.”

  She stands, quickly slipping on the tee and pulling up the oversize sweats, I watch as she slips her feet into her flat shoes. Any other day, I’d laugh at how my clothes completely swallow her, or how ridiculous the shoes look with the sweats, but not right now.

  Rushing out of the room, I hear her close at my heels as we make our way to the bar. The air in the room is suffocating, electric, and I know it’s worse than I could have imagined. I brace myself, stopping only to wrap my arm around Carson’s side and pull her against my own.

  “Lea called, he’s gone,” Gracie whimpers.

  “Gone?” Carson screams, her voice not sounding anything like her own. Her body breaks out into jerking trembles against me. I hold her tighter to keep her from falling onto the floor.

  Gracie nods. “His bed was empty. The other kids are fine, everyone’s accounted for, but Axe, he’s not there. He’s not anywhere,” she breathes.

  I feel Carson’s knees give out, but I can’t think about her, I can’t think about anything but finding my son. “Let’s get the fuck over there,” I growl. She sinks down to her knees, and I want to pick her up, but I’m frozen.

  Every man, every single one that stayed last night is up, dressed and running out of the clubhouse as soon as I say the word. This is a family, this is my life, and thank fucking God I have my brothers at my back.

  My entire body jerks and my feet move behind the rest of my brothers, leaving Carson on the floor of the bar. The Old Ladies will take care of her. I can’t think about her, not right now. She’s safe. I know she is.

  I jump into the SUV only to see Carson right next to me in the passenger seat. The back doors open and close, but I don’t bother looking to see who’s joined us. I don’t speak as we speed through the backroads.

  We’re at the house, as a full group, minutes later. I�
��m out of the car, the men on the bikes are parked and off of their machines before Carson or any of the other women can unbuckle their seatbelts.

  The prospects that were supposed to be guarding the house are all standing in the yard, rubbing their heads, simultaneously. When the group of us hit the fence, Lea swings the front door open. Her body is shaking, and tears are streaming down her cheeks.

  Skinner takes a step forward to comfort her, but for some reason, Baby is the one who rushes up to her. She throws her arms around his waist and the two of them sink to the ground. The scene is intimate, much too intimate. None of us say anything, though we all watch and then we shake our heads, and turn toward the prospects.

  “What the fuck?” I shout.

  One of them turns to me, an obvious knot on the side of his head forming. “We were all knocked out. I was in the front of the house, one guy was at the back, and the last patrolled the perimeter. We were doing exactly what we were supposed to do,” he urges.

  “Fuck,” Snake growls.

  I scrub my hand down my face. “There had to have been more than one of them,” I state.

  Crooner growls. “Who?”

  I shake my head, then as if it’s a fucking bolt of lightning. “Skull.”

  “I’m calling MadDog,” Snake announces.

  I run my hand through my hair. “Has to be him. He was so pissed at me, they followed us. I knew it wasn’t over when we left. He knew it was me who hacked the system, he told me he wanted Carson. I haven’t heard from him lately, I just figured MadDog or Fury took care of him,” I mutter.

  “Maybe they did, it could be someone else,” Houston suggests.

  I glance over to him and level him with my gaze, he nods. “Yeah, I know, brother,” he whispers.

  Snake walks back up to us, just in time for the women to step into the circle. I slide my hand around Carson’s waist and roughly pull her against me as if to soften the blow of what is about to come. I can tell that it’s going to be bad. I can tell it’s going to be goddamn devastating just by the look on Snake’s face.

  “They went to the Big Sky clubhouse and it had been emptied out. Nomads have been sitting on it, waiting this whole time, no sign of them. The compound was empty too,” Snake announces. “They burned it to the ground anyway, but it was empty.”

  “Oh my God,” Carson breathes. She turns to me, tipping her head back and I look down at her, my eyes meeting hers. “Those fucking freaks have my baby,” she screams.

  I wrap my palm around the back of her head, and shove her face against my chest, holding her to me. Her body immediately starts to shake with her sobs.

  “Lockdown. Everyone to the clubhouse,” Snake shouts.

  Picking Carson up, I carry her to the SUV. Planting her in the front seat, I walk over to the driver’s side, and without a word, I start the engine and head back to the clubhouse. We’re both stoic, both in shock, and then anger begins to consume me.

  Skull is a dead man walking.

  I’ll kill him.

  I’ll enjoy it.

  Then I’ll watch him burn.

  CARSON

  GONE.

  Fucking gone.

  Axe is gone.

  No trace. No clues.

  Nothing. Except the suspicion that it could possibly be Skull and his crew from Big Sky. All the way from Montana, weeks later. Now they strike? I didn’t know what to believe and honest to God I didn’t give a fuck because my baby was gone.

  “Sweet Pea,” Ace’s hoarse voice calls.

  Blinking, I notice that we’re now in front of the clubhouse again, the engine is turned off and I’m just staring blankly out of the windshield, basically waiting for the earth to swallow me up whole. Turning my head slowly, I look at Ace.

  “Ace,” I state.

  He shakes his head, reaching out, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be okay,” he assures.

  Narrowing my eyes, I snap. I completely lose my shit. Unfortunately, when someone loses their shit, it’s usually at the people they love most, and right now, that’s him.

  “It is?” I spit. His eyes widen at my venomous tone. “He’s my baby, Ace. Mine. I was the first person to hold him when he came into this world. I named him. I fed him, I changed his diapers. I stayed up with him all night long when he was sick. I scraped together pennies to get him medicine at the store, too. I scraped together money from nothing to take care of him. He’s my baby. He’s gone. He’s four. He’s scared out of his fucking mind, and he’ll be okay? You know that. One hundred percent? You know he’ll be just fucking fine and dandy?”

  Ace doesn’t respond to my outburst, instead he opens the car door and I watch him with narrowed eyes as he rounds the SUV. I expect him to walk away, just like he did last night when I pissed him off. When I mouthed off. He doesn’t. Instead, he opens my car door. He slips his arm beneath my knees, the other around my back and he picks me up out of the vehicle.

  Silently, he carries me into the equally quiet clubhouse, and into his room. The room where only hours ago I was declaring my love for him, where he gave me the most beautiful orgasms and then held me all night long in his strong arms.

  He closes the door behind him with a light click, then sits on the edge of the bed, never releasing me. I bury my face in his neck and the tears flow. One of his hands wraps around my hip, the other slides up my back to tangle in the hair at the back of my head.

  “I know he’ll be okay, Sweet Pea. He’ll be okay because we’re bringing him home. You’ll be here to wrap him in your arms, and I’ll end the life of the scum who took my boy. Who made my woman cry. He’ll fucking pay,” he growls.

  Lifting my face from his neck, I blink back the tears and take him in. “You can’t kill him just because he made me cry,” I whisper.

  He grins, albeit sadly, then shakes his head once. “Yeah, Carson I can, and I will. Anyone else makes you hurt and cry, you let me know. They’ve sealed their fucking fate.”

  Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek. “Ace. Find my baby, bring him home to me, and make them pay,” I whisper. “That’s all I want.”

  His eyes turn hard, determination crosses his face and a slow sinister grin appears on his lips. “Yeah, Sweet Pea. I’m fuckin’ on it. You’ll be okay here. Don’t leave this building, not for a goddamn thing, you understand?”

  I nod, leaning forward, I press my lips against his and inhale his scent. “Yeah,” I breathe.

  He adjusts me so that I’m on the bed as he slides out from beneath my body. He walks over to the door and stops, looking back to me. I expect him to walk away, but he doesn’t. What he says next rocks my entire world.

  “I love you too, Sweet Pea. In case you didn’t fuckin’ know that shit. I love you. I fell for you the second I knew you took my boy as your own and cared for him. Knew you were a good kid all those years ago, knew you were hot as fuck, but I knew you were all around good, clean, and sweet even when you were eighteen.

  “Got a second chance at keeping you and I did. As selfishly as I did everything, I don’t regret a goddamn second of it. Now, I’m going to go and get our boy, brace yourself, because the second Axe’s back, your pills go in the goddamn trash, my ring goes on your finger and I’m making you legally my fucking wife.”

  Only then does he walk out of the room, slamming the door behind him. All I can do is watch the closed door and attempt to catch my breath. “What the fuck?” I whisper, a split second before my lips turn up into a small smile.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  KEYS

  “HE’S GONE TO GROUND,” I growl as I type away on my keyboard in Snake’s office.

  Crooner and Skinner are out looking for him, but I’m nose deep in my computer, trying to find a paper trail. It’s the modern age, there is typically some kind of paper people leave behind. Unless they’re working with crazy as fuck off the grid Aryans that is. Which is exactly what he’s doing because I’m finding nothing.

  “Shit,�
� Snake hisses.

  I lift my gaze to him, slamming the top of my laptop down. “No fucking kidding, shit,” I growl. Lifting my hands, I rub my palms against my eyes, then slide them down my face. “Where would they go? Where would they take him?”

  Snake shakes his head. “Fuck, I don’t know. They’ll be contacting us though. I guarantee it, this was to get our attention. They have it, now they’re going to tell us what they really want.”

  “I know what they want,” I growl.

  He lifts a brow and I sigh. “Carson and Roxanne. They wanted them, they wanted to be left to their seriously fucked up shit. That’s what they wanted, and when I didn’t give it to them, they chased us halfway across the country.”

  “Lotta work for a couple of bitches,” Snake grunts.

  I snort. “What they didn’t like was me asking questions. What they didn’t want was their ties with the compound cut. It has nothing to do with the women, it’s about power. It’s always about power with any of them, just like it is with us.”

  Snake leans back in his chair, tilting his head to the side. “So they’ll call,” he states.

  I smirk. “They’ll call.”

  The room fills with men and concerned women since we’re now a club on lockdown. Gracie’s eyes meet mine and she shakes her head. “Don’t,” I grunt. “Not your fault, not Lea’s. This is on them, and them alone.”

  “I just…” She bursts into tears and without Skinner around, Free takes up the slack. He wraps his arm around Gracie’s shoulders and guides her out of the office.

  “Fuck,” Houston grinds out, running his fingers through his hair. I glance over at him and notice that he looks tired as fuck. “Been up with Roxie all night. I don’t want to tell her this, she’s finally almost back to herself. I’m afraid this will send her off the deep end.”