by Penny Dee
No, no, no, no.
I was going to pass out. Elias rose to his knees.
But it was okay. Because right in that moment, Cade burst in the room with his gun firmly aimed at Elias.
CADE
Nothing could prepare me for what I was going to see when I kicked in the front door of the non-descript, suburban home.
But seeing Elias on his knees, nursing his balls and a half-naked Indy slumped against the wall, made me see red.
Blood fucking red.
What the fuck had Elias done to my queen?
I raised my gun, ready to put a bullet in him. Hell, I was ready to unload the entire fucking clip into his head, but Indy’s voice stopped me.
“Cade, no!” she cried out, hoarsely. She was conscious but only just. Her head lolled against the wall as she looked at me. “Don’t kill him.”
But the murderous rage pounding through me was hard to drown out. I had to calm it down, and the only way was to make Elias feel all the pain and suffering of the people he had hurt. Isaac. Tex. Irish. Freebird. Mirabella. Indy. He had to pay for what he had done to them.
“You murdering sonofabitch,” I seethed, crossing the room to stand over him.
“If you kill him, you’ll be giving him what he wants,” Indy pleaded.
Elias smirked through the delirium of pain. “I’ve already gotten what I want. Making the Kings pay.” He laughed, dazed, blood spilling down his chin from his bloodied mouth. “Gutting the club like a pig. Taking you out . . . one by one.”
My rage was blinding and I was only vaguely aware of Bull, Maverick, and Davey bursting into the room.
I pressed the barrel of my gun against Elias’s forehead.
Again, Indy begged. “Don’t do this, Cade.”
Elias looked up at me, his face already swollen from my foot to his face. Blood stained his teeth. “If you hadn’t turned up, Cade, I was going to mess her up. Fuck her in every hole—” He was almost laughing.
“Don’t listen to him, baby! He wants you to kill him. It will be his ultimate revenge. You’ll go to prison. It will ruin your life.”
“She’s right, son,” Bull said. Out of the corner of my eye I could see he was with Indy. She was safe.
But Isaac, Tex, Irish, Freebird, and Mirabella were all dead.
Jacob, too.
I fidgeted the gun against his forehead. “No court in the world will convict a man of murder—for killing the man he caught raping his girl.” My finger was a breath away from pulling the trigger, and it was only Indy’s voice standing between me and pulling it. I couldn’t stand the thought of what he had done to her. To my family and friends.
“He didn’t rape me, baby. Please don’t do this. It’s what he wants. Think about it, he doesn’t want to go to prison. It will be hell for him.”
I thought of Isaac lying dead in the stainless steel drawer. I thought of Irish with his brains splattered all over the wall behind him. I thought of Freebird lying bloated and black in a ditch, and of Jacob desperately trying to put Mirabella’s head back together as she lay dead in his arms. My finger itched on the trigger.
“But he’ll be alive. And as long as he’s alive, he has more than what Isaac has.”
Elias looked up at me, a hint of a smile on his face, blood dripping from his lips. “That’s right, Cade. Pull the trigger. Pull the trigger, or I swear, one day, I will find your girl and I will spoil her—”
“Cade—!” Indy cried.
“I will fuck her. Eat her pussy—”
That was all I needed.
My index finger tightened around the trigger, and this time I didn’t hesitate.
“Eat this, motherfucker—”
And I shot him.
Elias dropped to his knees, a red stain spreading across his chest from the bullet hole in his body.
“You fuck!” he growled, clutching his chest as he fell onto his back.
I loomed over him, pleased he was still conscious so he could still see me pointing my gun at his heart.
“This is from Isaac. He says fuck you.”
And I shot him again.
CADE
The wait to find out if the baby was going to be okay was long and tortuous. Feelings of relief mingled with panic. Indy was going to be okay, but there was real concern surrounding the baby.
Feeling helpless, I rode with her in the back of the ambulance, holding her hand tightly as she slipped in and out of consciousness, promising her that I would never let anything happen to her again.
In my head, I silently begged my baby to live. I put my hand on Indy’s stomach and willed our baby to stay, promising him that I would be the best damn father there was if he would just hang around and give me the chance. He would be loved fiercely, I promised. Because I knew it was my son growing inside of my wife. I knew with the instinct of a father who so desperately wanted his baby to be born.
“When did you know?” Indy’s hoarse voice broke into my prayers.
I looked up and saw she was awake, her sleepy eyes focused on me.
“About the baby?”
She nodded, and I could see a tear pooling in the corner of her eye. When she blinked, it dragged slowly down her cheek.
“I found the sonogram,” I said.
A second tear followed the first.
“I was going to tell you when you got back from Kansas City.” Her face screwed up and she pulled her knees to her chest, moaning in pain. She reached down and her fingers disappeared beneath the blanket. When they reappeared they were soaked in blood.
Fear and pain spun like a tornado inside of me.
“It could be spotting,” Indy said to me. She looked at the EMT sitting next to her for reassurance.
“It could be,” the EMT replied with a nod.
But I was a fucking rock star at reading people, and I could see the EMT didn’t think it was spotting. Fear drove a stake right into my heart. Indy was losing the baby.
“I’m so sorry, angel,” I said, resisting the urge to kiss her face. She was burned and bruised, and the split in her lip had started to bleed again. Christ, I felt so damn guilty about what happened to her. And if our baby died because of it—
“Oh, God,” Indy moaned again and squeezed her eyes shut as another spasm of pain took hold of her.
“Can’t you do something?” I growled at the EMT.
“We’ve given her what we can,” he said, calmly checking her vitals. “We’ll be at the hospital soon.”
Indy squeezed my hand. “It’s going to be okay, baby,” she rasped.
I gave her the most confident smile I could muster. “Of course, it is,” I said. I gave her a wink, even though it felt like my world was about collapse in on itself again. “Our boy is a mix of you and me. He’s strong. He’ll make it through this.”
“What if he is a she?” Indy smiled weakly.
I ran my thumb across her cheek. “Then my heart is a goner.”
INDY
Two days later, when I was due to be released from the hospital, Cade turned up with a bunch of flowers. He’d barely left my side since I was admitted, only going home when visiting hours were over and the nurses threw him out.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. He didn’t kiss me on the mouth because my lips were still plump with bruises and cuts.
“Liar,” I joked. “I’ve seen my reflection.”
My face was a mess. Two black eyes, one broken nose. Cuts. Bruises. Burns.
Cade’s brow furrowed. “Baby, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
Over the last two days, Cade had bounced between rage, grief, and remorse. When he found out I was missing, he’d gone insane. He’d felt overwhelmed at the thought of losing me. And then, when he’d found out the about the baby, he was terrified about losing the both of us.
“Stop apologizing. You saved my life.”
“I should have killed him,” he said darkly, and from the corner of my eye I could see the twitch
of his fingers as they fisted at his side.
We’d had this conversation a few times over the last two days. Cade wrestled with not killing Elias. And I knew the only reason he didn’t was because of me. He had deliberately aimed away from his heart. The two shots were meant to inflict pain. Not death.
I reached for his hand. “I didn’t want that.”
“But if he gets out of prison like Travis—”
“He killed seven people and kidnapped an eighth. Elias Knight is going to prison for the rest of his life.”
He looked away and nodded, and I could see the burden of guilt on his shoulders as he thought about the last month. He blamed himself for everything that had happened—Isaac, Tex, Irish, Mirabella, Freebird, me, even Talia.
But most of all, he blamed himself for putting me right in the middle of Elias’s crosshairs.
“If I hadn’t been so blinded by revenge, I wouldn’t have volunteered to go to Kansas. He would have to have gone and he wouldn’t have had the chance to abduct you.”
“If you hadn’t volunteered to go, he would have killed me. He told me that. If he had to leave, he was going to kill me before he left. But you volunteered to go, instead. That gave him the idea of toying with me, instead of assassinating me on the spot like Mirabella.” I squeezed his hand. “You saved my life, Cade.”
I wasn’t used to Cade looking anything but strong and confident. But when we talked about my abduction at the hands of Elias, he looked tortured.
I smiled up at him. “Everything is okay now.” I smoothed my hand over my flat belly and felt the warm glow of love in my heart when I thought of what the future held for us. The bleeding had stopped, and my doctor assured me the pregnancy was out of danger. Cade and I were going to be parents, and when I thought about it, my heart overflowed with the love I felt for him and our baby.
For a moment, Cade didn’t say anything. His brows were drawn in and he seemed momentarily lost in his thoughts.
“I’m done,” he finally said.
I looked at him, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“With the club.” He glanced around us. “All of it.”
“You want to leave the MC?” I asked, taken aback.
He looked at me, the bright blue of his eyes sharpened with determination. “I’ll patch out and we can move. California, maybe. We’ll buy a farm, hell, we’ll grow grapes and make wine. I don’t give a fuck.” He ran his hands down my arms. “What matters is that we’re together—you, me, and Bomb.” Cade had nicknamed our baby, Bomb. Because when he’d found out I was pregnant, it was like a bomb going off inside of him, amplifying his already fierce need to find me.
“I know you never wanted this life,” he said. “And I’ve been a selfish fuck making you live it. But I’m done, Indy. We’ll do it your way. We’ll get out of here, start a new life, raise Bomb and get down to making more babies.”
“And wine, by the sounds of it.”
“Whatever you want, I’ll break my back giving it to you.”
He was serious. But I shook my head.
“Baby, you couldn’t last five minutes out of reach of the Mississippi.” I tugged at his hand and smiled up at him gently. “That’s not what you want. And it’s not what I want, either.”
He looked surprised. “It’s not?”
“No. I left it behind once before, and when I came back, I realized just how much the MC ran through my veins. They’re our family. We belong here.” I rubbed my hands over my belly. “Plus, I don’t want this one missing out on all those uncles and aunts.”
Cade grinned and leaned down to kiss me. For the first time in days, he cradled my face between his big hands and pressed his lips to mine, exhaling deeply as his tongue entered my mouth. The sting of my cut lip made me wince and he pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine.
I smiled up at him. “Will you stop apologizing and kiss me again?”
Cade’s eyes sparkled down at me as he bent his head and did just that.
Next in the Series
Biker Baby: Kings of Mayhem MC Series Book 3
BIKER BABY
Kings of Mayhem Book Three
Prologue
HONEY
I was about to make a huge mistake.
And when I say huge, I mean, approximately ten inches’ worth of mistake.
But after the week I’d had, it was just what I needed. A night of big bad mistakes with a big bad cock.
I focused on the mouth moving sensually over mine. The way this guy kissed had me pulsing in places I hadn’t pulsed in in months.
“What’s your name again?” The guy with the tattoos and all those muscles asked between kisses.
“Let’s just keep that to ourselves,” I said, drawing his mouth to mine again and kissing him hard. “It adds to the mystery, don’t you think?”
We tumbled through the door to the motel room we had just paid for. The guy behind the counter had hardly batted an eye at us when he took down our details. And I shouldn’t be surprised. This place probably rented rooms by the hour.
We fell into the room, and the man who was kissing me into nirvana kicked the door closed behind us and pressed me up against the wall.
He pulled away briefly and his eyes rolled over me, they were full of heat. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I grinned and tugged at his belt buckle. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
When my hand brushed over the hardness punching against his zipper, I gasped. My hand went in for a second look. Holy hell. This guy was packing a giant erection.
An unfamiliar thrill ran through me.
This guy was something else. He had muscles for miles and the type of height that commanded everyone’s attention.
I dropped to my knees and peeled down his jeans to reveal the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life. I looked up at him, unsure how I was going to fit all of him in my mouth. He grinned down at me but it faded into a look of pure molten heat as I took him in my hand and ran my tongue along the length of him and across the shiny, throbbing head. My mouth closed over him and my tongue tortured the wide crest, licking at it, sucking it, curling and swirling around the sensitive skin at the base of the head. He groaned and it was primal. Virile. Pure man. His hands tangled in my hair and his knees weakened. As his arousal started to peak his cock began to dip and lift against my lips.
One big arm guided me to my feet and he cupped my face in his hands. “When I come, I’m going to come inside you.”
He pulled my face to his, and with a groan, kissed me hard. He moved me across to the bed where he peeled every item of clothing from my body, savoring the experience by removing them slowly and kissing every area of exposed flesh. My head spun and my body clenched with every purposeful lick and touch of his lips against my skin. He lay me down and crawled over me, his hard body covering me in heat and rock-hard muscle. I’m not sure when he took his jeans off, I was too lost in sensation, too lost in the feel of his tongue on my skin and the deep moans of appreciation escaping him as he slowly worked my body into a fever.
I was drowning in desire when he reached for the condom in his wallet. And I could barely breathe as he ripped the foil package open and rolled the sheath of latex over his very hard, very big cock.
He crawled back over me, and the heat on his face and the vibrant need in his eyes made me forget to breathe. With one long, hard push he was inside me, and the sudden intrusion sent fireworks zip-zapping through me. His size opened me, stretched me, and he thrust into me with a physical prowess I’d never known, hitting every delicious spot inside of me. He was a lot of man to take. He was big, with broad shoulders and huge biceps, and just the sensation of all that muscle on top of me was enough to send pleasure soaring throughout my body. What he did with his mouth, his tongue, his body, it sent me crazy.
My orgasm was swift, its ferocity overwhelming me completely. My eyes closed and I clutched his massive shoulders as I cried out a
gain and again, utterly lost in ecstasy. He thrust my arms above my head, grinding hard into me to draw out the pleasure spiraling out from where our bodies connected.
“That was amazing,” I gasped, floating on the dizzying heights of my afterglow.
He smiled against my lips as I panted against him. “You think that was amazing? Baby, I’ve only just started.”
With a deep thrust of his hips, he made me cry out again and again as he drove my body toward more delicious orgasms. He was relentless. Powerful. He knew how to use his cock and he wasn’t afraid to show me.
Hours later, we fell into an exhausted sleep. Our bodies spent, the muscles between my legs swollen and deliciously tender from the most incredible night of sin.
Sometime before dawn, I slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him. As soon as my feet hit the floor they felt the empty condom wrappers we had discarded throughout our evening of debauchery. One. Two. Three. Four.
Yep. Four condoms and numerous, mind-blowing orgasms. Even now my body clenched and pulsed at the memory.
But this was where our story ended. It was time to hit the road.
I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the light. After peeing, I splashed water on my face and then stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had gotten what I had come here for. I had successfully fucked Charlie out of my mind, and there was no point hanging around to complicate things.
Again, my body pulsed and throbbed with the memory of that ten-inch cock and what it had done to me.
I dressed quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible so I didn’t waken my one-night stand.
Before I turned off the light, I stared at the sexy bulk sprawled on the bed. He was on his stomach, his muscular back and perfect ass on display, and I paused to take him in one last time.
“Good night, handsome,” I whispered into the shadowy room.
