“What the fuck does it say?” Crow growls as he snatches the letter from Gage's hand.
The biker was a hang around. He wasn’t a member or even a prospect. He was just one that liked to drink with us and hang out. Fucking Besin’s trying to make it clear that he’s not leaving.
“He wants Savanna,” Crow mumbles.
My hands clench so tightly, my knuckles crack.
“He can’t fucking have her,” the words are barely understandable.
Crow looks at me like I’m a fucking idiot.
“I won’t give this pissant anything. I won’t even fucking piss to put out Besin’s ass if it was burning.” And that’s why Crow’s our president.
“And I’m certainly not going to do what Gage did,” I snap.
My old lady is pregnant, and I sure the fuck won’t hand her over to that sick fuck. No one, and I mean no one, is taking her from me.
“Fuck you,” Gage snarls.
I turn to him and raise an eyebrow. I’m in the mood to kick some ass, and his ass is looking like it needs kicking. Push me motherfucker and watch what happens!
“That’s fucking enough,” Crow shouts.
We hear a thump, and we all turn around. One of our prospects cut the rope to get Jimmy down. His substantial body dropped, and he’s now slumped against the tree.
“Can’t believe they killed Jimmy,” I say sadly.
“Get him the fuck out of here now,” Crow growls at the prospects, and I laugh as they all scramble to follow orders like lost little worker bees.
“I need to make sure Savanna is ok.”
The laughter that follows me grates on my nerves. Without turning, I give both of them fuckers my middle finger. Fuck them. They both went ape shit when their old ladies were pregnant.
Savanna doesn’t need to know about any of this. I don’t want to stress her out anymore. Fuck, I hate this shit! Why can’t the bastard go crawl into a cave and die?
“Did they get him down?” Savanna asks.
Her face is somber, and her eyes are red-rimmed.
“Yeah, Hellcat. You shouldn’t be out here, baby,” I try for a gentle voice.
The glassy eye glare that she sends me has my head tipping back. Fuck, I just keep fucking up.
“He died because of me,” she states.
Reaching for Savanna, I pull her in close. Her head presses into my chest. I want to skin Besin for all that he’s done.
“No, Hellcat. He died because he knew us. He was a known hang around of the club.”
Her head shakes, and her pink hair falls from the mess she tied up on top of her head.
“It will never be ok.”
Tightening my hold, I kiss the top of her head.
“It will be because I’ll make sure of it.”
Placing another kiss on her forehead, I slowly release my hold on her. When she tries to open her mouth again, I hug her even tighter.
“You should give me to him,” she whispers painfully.
“The fuck I will. Don’t say shit like that. You’re mine, and Besin’s going to die. End of story.”
Without another word, I pull her in close and lift her into my arms. I’m taking her to bed. She needs rest, and I need reassurance that she’s mine.
Chapter 19
Savanna
Present Day.
He’s not going to give up. This is about more than just setting an example. I was taken from him twice. Once by his brother and now by Weston. I’m his prize, and nothing will stop him from getting me.
A fucking prize to be fought over. People are dying for me. Because of me. There’s no easy way to let this go. I can’t and won’t walk away and bury my head in the sand.
Weston’s curled up around me; his hand is resting on our unborn child. Protecting us even in his sleep. I know my thoughts are scaring him.
He just doesn’t understand that it’s for everyone. I know what I need to do. I need to give myself over to Besin and then kill him. He needs to be purged from this earth. He’s a plague, a disgusting rotting poison. And he’s polluting our air.
“Did you sleep at all?” Weston mumbles.
My sigh is filled with both exhaustion and love. I love this man. In the short time that I’ve known him, I’ve fallen crazy in love with him.
“No,” I admit the words, even though I know it will upset him. There can’t be any secrets between us.
“It’ll all be okay, Hellcat,” he tries to convince me.
I know he believes that, but I know something bad is going to happen.
“He’s not going to give up,” I tell him again.
His hand gently rubs circles on my still flat tummy.
“I won’t let him have you,” Weston says sternly.
My eyes fill with tears. I will gladly surrender if it means that I can save Wes.
“You will come first, always.” It’s a fact, and I’m just acknowledging what I believe to be true.
“I won't ever let you go.” Weston states.
I roll over and face him. He’s so beautiful it hurts.
“I love you,” I tell him sweetly.
He looks at me like he’s trying to read me. Like he’s trying to see if there’s anything I’m not telling him. Well, I’m going to see Besin, and I’m going to kill him. It’s only a matter of when.
“Don’t get any crazy ideas. We both need you.” Weston informs me.
Again, those stupid tears. I’m like one month pregnant, and I’m already a leaky faucet.
“I need you,” I tell him, and I really do need him. I need him to be safe because I can’t face a world without him.
His lips slam down hard on mine as his fingers reach up and pinch my nipples. Giving the now hard buds a little tug.
I moan into our joined lips. Weston’s hand slowly caresses my sides before reaching my thigh and tugging it up over his hip. He plunges deep inside of me and the scream I release probably terrified someone. If anyone was listening.
My head falls back as he slowly pulls out, only to slam into me harder. This causes my tits to bounce hard. My nails scrape his scalp as I comb my fingers through his hair.
Another moan leaves my parted lips as he pulls back and slams into me harder.
“Faster,” I beg.
His hips slam into my thighs over and over as he plows into my tight pussy. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my body explodes, and his cock hits my womb. He jerks and spills his seed deep inside of me. If I weren’t currently pregnant, I would definitely be now!
Weston kisses my forehead, sweetly. “Rest, I'll bring you some food soon.”
Then he dresses and grabs his phone. I watch his brow frown as he looks sternly at it.
“I mean it Savanna, get some sleep. If not for you, then for our baby.” Fucker had me there.
Sticking my tongue out, I lower myself in bed. The last thing I remember is the door closing slowly behind him.
Chapter 20
Weston
Present Day.
I’m having a hard time controlling myself. Savanna has the phone in a tight grip which results in her knuckles turning white. Her face is pale, and her eyes are glued to the wall.
Besin’s saying something to her, but with the blood rushing in my ears and the anger burning in my blood, I’m fighting to keep myself quiet and rational.
“I’ll see you then,” she whispers.
The phone slips from her fingers, and my quick reflexes almost aren’t fast enough to collect it before it hits the ground. My knees meet the concrete floor, something I told myself I would never do. I never thought I would ever go on my knees for a woman.
“Hellcat?” I try to get her attention.
She turns to meet me, and her eyes are all glassy. I know Besin said something to hurt her, and I’m going to tear into him. Slowly.
“He killed my mom,” she whispers before sobbing hard. Her chest shudders as she takes deep breaths in between the hard sobs.
“I know you’re ups
et, but she never really was there for you, Savanna.” Ronnie growls as she wraps her arms around her from behind.
“I know,” Savanna cries even harder, and I’m fucking helpless. I have no idea how to help her.
“Let's get you something to drink,” Ronnie looks over to Gage who then looks at me.
“She can’t drink,” I inform Gage.
Ronnie narrows her eyes as her finger slams into my chest repeatedly.
“I swear to god, all of you guys and your macho shit. You are not handing her over, or I’ll kill you with a dull object!”
My eyes lower to the short dark-haired woman before going back to a crying Savanna.
“She’s pregnant,” I tell Ronnie.
“You son of a bitch. I don’t care if… wait what?” Ronnie’s little tirade stops, and her confusion morphs into a smile.
“No wonder you’re crying. Oh, honey, don’t worry. Auntie Ro is here.”
Before I can utter a protest, I’m being pushed aside, and Ronnie’s in my place.
“I’m ok, go get him,” Savanna tells me. Her voice turns cold. “Make him suffer.”
Leaning down, I kiss her hard. Her sweet lips caress mine as I plunder her mouth.
“I love you,” I whisper against her wet lips.
“I love you, too,” Savanna whispers.
Lola comes rushing into the room with an orange soda. “It’s virgin, I promise.” She bustles past me like I’m a balloon and in her damn way.
Gage laughs like the fucking prick he is. Then he tells me to get my ass moving. I have some men that need to find homes. Theirs is a little cold and me being the nice guy, I said I know precisely where they can go.
Chapter 20
Weston
Present Day.
The same fucking barn that we handed Ronnie over all those months ago comes into view. We’re early, and so is he. There is another car parked beside the barn, and it concerns me.
Killing our bikes Gage, Crow and I make our way to the entrance leaving a small, fragile little bundle near the bikes. Poor Knox about shit himself when Lola volunteered.
If I weren’t so angry, I would laugh. The poor bastard is lost and doesn’t even know it yet.
“Where is she?” Besin, the fucking sick piece of shit asks.
“Where’s the money?” The words taste wrong. Foul. Rotten. I hate that I have to play it this way.
We demanded three million dollars and this fuckers head. Although he only knows about the first.
The duffle bag hits the ground near my feet, and my eyes turn to slits. My hand goes towards my knife.
“How is the lovely Savanna?” Besin asks.
I’m going to slit his throat.
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Crow snaps.
“Knox!” Gage shouts.
I watch as Lola and Knox come walking into the barn. Knox looks ready to kill someone, and Lola walks in with her helmet on and her shield down.
“Take it the fuck off. I want to see your face as I fuck you,” Besin smiles.
My eyes lock on him. I’m going to cut off his dick.
Gage’s fingers lock onto my shoulder. Helping to hold me back.
“Give Zeke a moment,” he whispers to me.
I know what he wants, but I’m not so sure I can give it.
Besin draws his gun, pointing it at Crow, and his henchmen follow suit.
“I think I’ll take her and the money. You fuckers need to die for everything you’ve done.”
I smile when Zeke presses his gun against Besin’s head.
“So, this is what’s going to happen. You're going to tell your friends to lower their guns, and then they can walk the fuck out. You should get in that fancy car and go home.” Shrugging, I add, “or they can die.”
I laugh as the men do exactly as Zeke says. They walk the fuck away, leaving Besin with a gun pointed at his head. No one at home will even know Besin isn’t leaving this barn alive.
“Tie him the fuck up and get Lola out of here,” I tell both Zeke and Knox.
After that’s done, they both leave along with Lola. They’ll all be heading home. Crow and Gage nod their heads and leave Besin and me alone.
Walking over to Besin, I take in his current situation. His legs are spread-eagle with stakes holding this limbs open.
“You want to fuck my woman? Kill her?” I laugh coldly as I take my knife and cut the clothes from his body. After tonight he’ll be going to hell, and he’ll be screaming as he goes.
I’ve laid out his toes, fingers, and even his feet by his head. Besin’s slowly bleeding out, but there’s still just one more thing I need to do.
“When I heard that you wanted to fuck Savanna, I promised I would do this. I’m going to cut off your dick and feed it to you.”
Leaning over him, I smile and press my knife to his tiny cock. Blood wells and pours down the blade and onto the hay strewn floor. His hoarse screams are like music to my ears.
Grabbing his dick, I shove it into his mouth, holding it closed. As I do that, I’m also covering his nose with my bloody hand. He’s struggling, trying to find air while tears pour from his eyes.
When it’s over, I feel nothing but a sense of accomplishment. I get to go home and tell my old lady that I killed Besin, and she’s completely safe. Oh, I can’t forget to tell her that he went to hell, kicking and screaming. Right where he belongs.
As I walk away, I look towards Besin’s body. “Tell Zec I said hi.”
Prologue
Savanna
Present Day.
The beach sand shifts and squishes between my toes. It’s cold due to the cooler evening air. The wind tugs at my ankle-length white dress.
The sunset halos Weston’s body, making the view even better than I could have ever anticipated. It’s the most beautiful sight that I have ever seen.
As I reach Weston, I lean into him only to discover that my very rounded stomach is in the way. My due date is quickly approaching, and our daughter Isla should be born soon.
“Sir, ma’am,” the priest sputters. “It's not the time for that yet.
Gage laughs as Weston kisses me harder.
“Get to the important shit,” Weston growls.
I couldn’t help the laugh that leaves my lips. He’s been insatiable lately.
“Do you Savanna take Weston to be your husband?” The priest asks.
“I do,” I say happily.
Then he asks, “And do you Weston take Savanna to be your wife?”
“I do,” I say it loud.
We didn’t even wait for the cue. My arms wrap around Wes’s neck, and my lips find his in a passionate kiss that I’m sure has the priest blushing.
“Come on, Hellcat. Let's go celebrate the right way.”
When he starts dragging me to the shed, I laugh harder.
“What about everyone else?”
He looks at me over his shoulder, still dragging me along, “They can wait until I’m finished fucking my wife.”
He said it like it’s the most natural thing to say. As if it’s normal behavior. Hell, maybe it wasn’t for other couples, but I won’t change a damn thing since it got me here.
“I love you, Weston,” Savanna says with a smile.
“I love you, Hellcat. Now move it! I need your pussy.”
With another laugh, I let my husband take me to paradise over and over before we finally make our appearance at our reception.
The End
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Needing Reyes
Grimm Brothers MC book 1
Prologue:
Four Months Ago
I’ve spent my life wanting and hating my best friend’s brother, Reyes. The man just got under my skin in more ways than one.
It was like an itch just under the surface, making me feel like a swarm of bees buzzing under my skin. No matter how hard I scratched, the feeling only got worse.
The closer I wanted to get to Reyes,
the more he pissed me off. Didn’t he see me? All of those long-legged bimbos were in my way.
I watched as another one of those long-legged bimbos walked down the driveway. She dangled her shoes on her two fingers. Like lifeless little teddy bears.
Her sleepover was cut short, and I’m sure she was disappointed. They always were. Never has anyone stayed past the initial fuck.
The sight of it ripped into my heart, and I hated how it hurt. I hated her, but most of all, I hated him. I hated Reyes for not seeing me, and for not wanting me the way I so desperately wanted him.
Why did I have to feel this way? My heart was ripping to shreds and getting worse each day.
“Alanna, your nails are wet,” Bianca shouted as I ran my fingers through my long blond hair.
I grimaced as the paint smudged and clumped, then cursed at my stupidity. My feelings for Reyes were making me careless.
“Shit!” I shouted.
Bianca laughed as she tried unsuccessfully to blow on her wet nails.
“What were you looking at so forlornly?” she asks.
How do I reply? Oh, I was looking at the bitch your brother fucked? How about, I turned eighteen a couple weeks ago, and he still hasn’t looked my way? Better yet, I am in love with your brother.
“You need a date,” Bianca continued when I stayed silent.
I didn’t want any other boys and that right there was part of the problem. They were just boys where Reyes was all man. Every tattooed sexy inch of him.
Reyes was twenty-five and the president of the local Grimm Brothers MC. He was also my best friend’s brother. He was sex on a stick, my own personal catnip, and my drug of choice.
“Like Reyes would ever let you date,” I tell her with a smile.
And he wouldn’t. Not now and probably not ever. There was one man in particular that she wanted. I knew, just like me, that she would never have him.
“One day I’m going to marry Ryan,” she tells me with a smile.
“Yeah, if Reyes ever lets him near you,” I tell her.
“Stop trying to change the subject. What were you looking at? You looked like someone killed your puppy,” she says with a laugh.
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