by Erin Trejo
“We got Feds movin’ in. We need to get out!” Smokey roars. I see Jorge standing next to us. I look up as he stares down at Ortega’s dead body. He looks shocked, but when he glances at me, he smiles. I nod my head, my thanks for him killing that asshole. He nods once and looks to Kira.
“We need to go. I have a doctor at the safe house. Did you find your sister?” he asks solemnly.
“Yeah. I can’t thank you enough, man,” I tell him. His eyes stay on Kira’s lifeless body.
“We need to go. Now,” he snaps.
I check for a pulse and find a faint one. I thank fucking God too. Lifting her in my arms I turn to see Crow carrying a beaten to hell Angie in his arms. He gives me a nod as we race off the ship. Once we get onto land, the vans are pulled up and ready for us. We all pile in. My heart sits in my throat as I look down at Kira. Angie’s hand rests on my arm. I’m a fucking mess of wanting to be thankful that I found her but wanting to slit my own throat for not protecting Kira. Everything happened so damn quickly. I can’t believe that I let her go in. I can’t believe that I was the reason she was on that fucking ship to begin with. I’m mad at myself for not chaining her to the bed like I’d planned. I’m mad that I let Angie be an adult. I didn’t protect her either!
“It isn’t your fault, Ruger. You’re a good man.” Angie’s quiet voice slams into my chest. I look over at where Crow still holds her like a baby, cradled in his arms. Our eyes meet and I almost lose myself.
“I should have protected both of you. I didn’t. That shit will live on my conscience for the rest of my life. Every goddamn breath I take will be full of hatred for myself.” Angie shakes her head no, tears falling down her cheeks. I reach over and wipe them away. Resting my hand on her cheek.
“I’m sorry, Angie. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better brother to you.” The van shifts and Kira groans. Pulling my hand back, I brush the hair away from her face. I lean down closer and whisper, “Don’t let him take you from me, Kira. I’m here, darlin’. You can’t go. We aren’t done yet. This thing between us isn’t over yet.” A single tear slides down her cheek as I watch it fall.
As soon as the van stops, the back door flies open. A bunch of people wearing white scrubs stand there with two gurneys at the ready. I stand with Kira, laying her on the first one.
“We’ll take care of her,” the man I assume to be the doctor assures me. My heart walks away on that bed. They wheel her into the safehouse that is actually some kind of warehouse that Jorge had setup for us. Crow climbs out and lays Angie on the other. I watch in a stunned silence as they take her in next.
“They’ll be fine,” Hawk says, stepping up next to me.
I nod my head but I don’t feel it. I feel sick. For the first time in my life, I feel sick to my goddamn stomach. Draven passes me a lit joint which I gladly take. My nerves need to settle before I lose myself. The urge to kill someone, to watch the life filter out of their eyes is becoming too much. I want to direct my hate and anger at someone, but who? There is no one to blame for this but myself. Inhaling slowly, I will my erratic heart to slow down.
Chapter 28
5 months later
“Kira!” I roar as I step into the house. That girl is going to be the fucking death of me, I swear it. After a long hard recovery, she is finally back to normal. Or as normal as she can be. She has dreams that keep her awake at night. Dreams that haunt her even in the light. I had my own issues after that too. I watched them take away the one thing that made sense to me. Aside from Angie, Kira is the only woman who has made her way into my heart. I beat myself up for what happened to her. I blamed myself. The thought of her not making it tore at my insides. Suicide crossed my mind several times at my darkest moments. If she didn’t make it, what would have been left of me? Angie proved that she was strong enough without me, but me without Kira? I wasn’t sure that I could manage to get through each day without her. As strange as it is, Kira holds my life in her hands. Picturing life without her in it was overwhelming. I would sit in a chair with my head in my hands trying to think about everything. Life with her, life without her. The end outcome was always the same: I couldn’t breathe without her and that was that.
I’m happy to say that aside from being malnourished and hit on, Angie was fine otherwise. We haven’t talked about everything in detail, and I’m not sure I really want to. I don’t know that I can handle knowing what they did to her and not wanting to kill them all over again. Jorge put word in with a friend with the police and things went on from there. Investigations are ongoing, but the girls have all been returned to their homes safely. Ortega might be dead but his organization isn’t. With the Feds being brought in, it will be dismantled soon enough. I have to say that having my girls back really made an impact on my life. I didn’t realize just how badly I’d miss either one of them if something else happened to them. They mean just as much to me as this club does.
“Kira, goddamn it!” I thunder once more as I walk through the house. My nerves are on edge enough as it is.
“What the fuck are you yelling for?” She walks out of the bathroom with a towel around her body and one in her hand drying her hair.
“When I fuckin’ say wait in the goddamn clubhouse for me to get back, what the fuck do you think that means?” I cross my arms over my chest as I glare down at her. She hasn’t lost that fire in her though. It’s there and it’s as defiant as the first time I saw it.
“What the fuck did I tell you about telling me what to do? That shit is over and done, Ruger. I’m not your child,” she snaps back at me. I shake my head as I watch the droplets of water run down her neck. My dick strains against the zipper. “Don’t even think you are getting any from me, you caveman.”
I watch her turn on her heel to walk away from me. The fuck she is! I storm behind her into our bedroom, kicking the door closed on my way. I reach for her, grabbing the towel and yanking it off her body. Kira spins, hatred sparkling in her eyes. She drops the towel in her hand to the floor, her arms crossing over her chest as she glares at me.
“You still aren’t getting anything.”
I chuckle as I advance on her. Wrapping my arms around her, I lift her quickly and slam her onto the bed. I climb over her body, staring down at her.
“You gonna tell me I can’t have what’s mine?” I ask. Her eyes dance over my face as she stares right back.
“We have Angie’s birthday party, Ruger. Don’t start what you can’t finish,” she taunts.
I shake my head at her. What I can’t finish? She should know better than to challenge me. I push off the bed and stand at the side. Stripping out of my clothes quickly, I move back in. She hasn’t moved an inch, which tells me what she wants. I lift her leg and slide into her with a groan.
“What’s wrong? You ain’t gonna fight me?” I ask her as I roll my hips. Kira’s eyes roll back as she lets herself get lost in the pleasure she feels.
“I hate you,” she pants softly as I thrust harder.
“No, you don’t. You love me. Go on and say it. Say you fuckin’ love me, Kira.” I pick up my pace and plunge into her. The deeper I get, the more lost in her I become. I can’t help myself. I can’t get enough of her. She’s my drug of choice, and though I still blame every scar on her body on myself, I also worship them. When I thought Kira wasn’t going to make it, I nearly died. The more time the doctor took to work on her, the more I felt myself sinking into hell. It was burning pain that I’d never felt before and sure as hell hope I never do again. She put herself in danger for others. Kira fought for her life and to get back to me.
“Ruger!” Kira screams as I bite into her neck. She fucking loves that shit.
“Say you fuckin’ love me and I’ll let you come,” I tease her with slowing movements. She knows I’ll stop. I’ve done it before.
“You bastard!” She screams, wiggling her hips trying to get more out of me.
“No the fuck you don’t. Say it, Kira,” I growl once more.
“I love you! Now fuck
me, Ruger!” I knew she’d say it. She always does. I thrust into her as she clenches around me. If I’m being completely honest I think I do love Kira. I don’t know what that feels like though. I don’t know how to express that but I think she knows. When her eyes open and lock with mine, I know she can see it.
“I love you too, Ruger.”
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
