My hand went to the strap of my halter dress and I undid it, letting the dress float to the ground.
I was nothing but his property. But I wasn’t doing this for him, I was doing it for me—to remind myself that I was nothing more.
Stepping out of the dress, his eyes ran up and down, a sharp inhale and exhale followed from his lips. He knew where I was taking this, or at least, I hoped he did. So far when it came to sex, he never stopped me when I made a move, and I had a feeling this would be no different.
The corset I was wearing caused my breasts to look bigger than they were. My fingers went to the ties that laced up at the front. I actually liked this corset and didn’t want him ripping it.
I ran my finger down my cleavage and as he stepped towards me, I knew that was exactly what he was going to do. Rip it, tare it to shreds. I put a hand out, only to have it pulled it back behind my back, and he turned me around, pushing me up against the brick wall.
“Teasing me, wife?” His hand ran down my back, and then his hand whacked me firmly, his handprint sure to leave a mark on my ass.
He wrapped his hand around my hair, twirling it, and then pulling it, causing my head to go back.
“I don’t like being teased.” He bit my earlobe. “You’ve caused a show, you know that?”
I didn’t even realise that people were lingering around us, and not just men but women as well.
Without preparing me, or warming me up, he thrusted into me, but I couldn’t say it hurt. If anything, it sent a wave of pleasure through me.
His mouth was still at my ear. “Don’t you dare come in front of these people. That is for my eyes only.”
He gripped my hips and claimed me in front of the group of people, and I took whatever he was to unleash on my body. I gasped and moaned, but just as I was told, I didn’t come.
It wasn’t love, and that was exactly what I needed to be reminded of. A man that loved me would never do this, and if I truly loved him, I would never do this in front of a group of strangers, either.
A slight sweat covered my body when it ended, and I rested my head against the brick wall, taking in the coldness. When I felt a kiss on my shoulder blade, I knew it was his way of saying thank you, but it sent a rage in me. I didn’t want to be thanked or loved. I was heartless. He was the one to pick up my dress and threaded it over my arms.
I finally went to turn around and my eyes scanned the group. I saw a pair of eyes that sent a wave of nausea through me. Please, God, no. Don’t let him be here. I took in his features—his stern jaw, the look of rage painted in his eyes. He looked at me, not out of anger but out of heartbreaking, life-shattering pain.
Ethan Isotonic. My brother’s best friend and my ex fiancé, was currently looking at me like I had taken his heart out and stomped on it. I couldn’t help but feel the irony of this situation. It was because of him that I didn’t do love. It was because of him that I wouldn’t fall in love again. In some ways, he was the reason I had to remind myself tonight of my position in Lucian’s life.
But never in God’s name did I want Ethan to witness me shredding my clothes and be roughly, rowdily fucked by an underworld criminal biker in an alley. Yet, that was exactly the position I was in.
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Chapter 40
Haylee
“You alright?” Lucian asked, and then blocked my view to Ethan. God please keep Ethan quiet. Lucian did the back of my strap up, and he dipped his head. “Haylee—”
“There is an intruder in your club,” I blurted it out, causing him to frown. Okay, I could have at least tried to hide the desperate nerves in my voice. “Bakes must have told him I was with you.” I pointed over Lucian’s shoulder. “Get rid of him.”
Lucian looked over his shoulder and then back at me. “He isn’t the first one to come looking, won’t be the last.” He gestured with his head for me to go. He opened the side door, and I didn’t look back at Ethan as I darted for the safety of the club, leaving Ethan in the raw hands of my husband, who had violent tendencies.
“Boys!” Lucian shouted into the clubhouse, causing the men to put their cards down, climb off women, and stop mid-thrust. All making their way outside, not even questioning why they were being pulled away from their Saturday night activities.
The boys didn’t shoulder past me, and a few even gave me a wink and a smile. Which was the first time they had respected me or didn’t look at me like a sex toy.
“Haylee, can we talk?” Ruby, Dash’s girl, appeared at my side.
Was it cruel that I didn’t feel an inch of guilt for what was going to happen to Ethan? Then again, a heart can beat but that doesn’t mean it feels.
“Yeah, sure, Ruby.” I took my eyes off the door as it closed, and then saw the state she was in. “Fuck. What the fuck happened to you!”
LUCIAN
“Tell Harley if he sends another one of you bastards, the next one won’t be leaving with legs for stepping on my territory.”
He spat out a mouthful of blood. “Harley didn’t fucking send me,” he sneered up at me. “You think Haylee is yours? She was mine before she was yours—and she will always be mine.”
There were a few cracks of laughter behind me. After all, I had just beaten the shit out of him, he was barely breathing, and the bastard thought he would bait me by saying he had claims on my wife?
“I take that back.” I peeled my vest off. “Ya won’t be walking away from this.”
“Big bad Lucian gonna get his hands dirty?” The man had the guts to laugh at me. “Bring it on.”
“Lucian!”
Fuck this cunt for thinking for a second that he could be near my wife.
“Lucian!”
“Ruby, stay back. Lucian is about to go feral.”
“It’s Haylee!” Ruby shouted, and it was the sound of her voice that caused me to turn around. “Dash just stabbed her!” I saw the blood covering Ruby’s arms.
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Chapter 41
Lucian
Walking into a bloodbath, I saw the men all staying in a circle while Crone had Dash forced up against the wall, a look of pure rage covering Crone’s face. Crone never had a good grip on his temper; however, I couldn’t say shit. I was the first to pull a gun, first to shoot, first to get angry.
The circle slowly parted as they realised I was here. My eyes weren’t on Dash. My heart was pounding at a rate it had never done before. Haylee and stabbed, the two words repeated in my head as I reached her but there was a circle of people around her blocking me.
Iliac and Stone were talking to each other in rushed voices.
“Move!” I pushed Stone out of the way, even though he was the closest thing we had to a doctor here. I needed to see Haylee. I needed to see . . ..
“Lucian, I think it’s best you leave,” Iliac said to me firmly. Being a respected woman of the club, she had some ground, but she didn’t have the type of authority to tell me to leave my wife to bleed out.
“We don’t do hospitals, Lucian, you know that.” Stone was back and kneeling at my side over Haylee, who was laying lifeless on the bar floor, bleeding out.
It was a code—we never went to the hospital or got outsider help. A law was that if it was done at the club, it was dealt with at the club.
Never thought the law was bullshit because it always applied to members. But it also applied to women married to the club. So, do I break the brotherhood laws or do I let my wife die
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