by T. L Smith
“Yeah, off with the fairies that one.” Mitchell smiles, stepping closer to me and kissing her head.
My mother and Rochelle’s friends have left, it’s just us four: me, Rochelle, Marcus, and Blaze. Now Mitchell is joining us as well.
“She was so good, but I think she probably needs a good eight hours of sleep with how much running around she did in the park.” He pulls away, slips his hands in his pockets, then looks around. He stops at my sister. “Congrats. A girl?” he asks, guessing because of all the pink.
“Yep. Give me a second while I put her to bed,” I say, walking away. Giving Annabelle a kiss before I lay her down, I close the door and walk back down the stairs to see Blaze standing as he speaks to Mitchell.
“You should leave,” Blaze says.
Mitchell, to his credit, doesn’t say anything back, just stands there staring at him.
“Now would be a good time for the door to touch your ass,” Blaze keeps it up.
“Blaze,” I say, walking down. “If you don’t back the fuck off, you can leave.”
He looks past Mitchell to me, his lip turning up.
“Blaze,” Marcus says, standing.
Blaze pushes past Mitchell, knocking him with his shoulder as he walks out the door, slamming it closed as he goes. I look up to my daughter’s room to make sure she didn’t wake.
“Well, that happened,” Rochelle says, grabbing a beer and handing it to Mitchell. “I think you may need one of these.”
“I should go.”
“No, stay. I’ll just be a minute,” I say, walking out to where Marcus is talking to Blaze as he gets on his bike with his helmet in hand.
Marcus looks to me, then silently steps away.
“Go back inside, Katarina.”
“You’ve been quiet all day. Mitchell… he’s the father of my child, Blaze. You can’t speak to him like that.” I cross my arms over my chest, and his eyes fall straight to my breasts.
“Get on,” Blaze says, tapping the back of the bike, holding out the helmet.
“Rochelle will watch her,” Marcus says.
Shit! I didn’t even realize Marcus was still there, I thought he went back inside.
“Get on, Katarina.”
“No.”
“Please,” he says.
Damn him! I reach for the helmet and pull it on, then climb on behind him. I know I shouldn’t, considering I’ve just drunk way too much, but I can’t seem to say no to him. Blaze pulls away before I have a chance to rethink my decision, and soon my hands are wrapped around his waist as he flies down the road. His hand doesn’t leave the handlebars to touch mine. He doesn’t even slow down when we get to the highway, he just keeps going. Soon though, I see exactly where we are going—the same place as last time.
When the bike stops, I climb off and remove the helmet. I know this wasn’t a smart thing to do. I don’t even have my phone, and it’s a good hour walk home, probably more, if I decide to attempt it.
“Stop moving.”
“Oh my God, why on earth did I get on your bike,” I say while shaking my head.
“Because I asked you to.”
“No, no,” I say, shaking my head, now walking in circles, not even bothering to look up at him. “This isn’t right. I’m meant to be at home, not in the bush with you,” I say, my eyes focused on the ground. “You are a complete—” My words are cut off as I’m pulled at the waist, and his lips touch mine with a force that literally takes the breath out of me.
Rough hands stroke up my body until they reach my face, gripping either side as he keeps our lips sealed together.
I try to pull away and he lets me.
I manage to speak, “You can’t—”
Then his lips are back on mine again before I get a chance to say what I need to. My legs are lifted and they wrap around his waist, our lips never parting. I start moving, my body grinding up and down, feeling that friction, and soon my hands have a mind of their own as they reach between us, and I feel his cock through his jeans. I pull him free and push my panties to the side, while my dress, which is long, cascades down my back and onto his legs.
The minute I feel him at my entrance, his lips pause, and he pulls back to look down between us where our bodies are joining.
I lower myself slowly with the help of his hands gripping my ass for leverage, and I start to move. I watch the same way he does until I feel a finger slip between my butt cheeks and insert into my ass.
My head drops back, and he takes control of the movements, my legs not losing their grip around him.
Leaning in, I bite his lip, and I bite it to taste his blood. Not once does he slow his movements or halt at my bite.
“Blaze…” His name leaves my lips, and I hate myself for it. I’m mad at him, and yet I want him. I want him so fucking badly I’m fucking him again when I should be at home.
Movements become faster, and soon I can’t control myself as my orgasm hits me with intense force. Blaze’s finger pushes in harder, his cock filling me and making me forget even my name.
He comes, and I feel him slow his movements, both hands now on my ass, holding me up as I stick to him like glue.
Blaze holds me as if I might break. So close that I don’t think he knows I’m not breakable. I am a fucking woman. It takes a lot for a man to break me.
“Put me down, Blaze.”
He does, tucking his cock back in his jeans, and my dress falls over my knees, my panties more than likely shredded between my legs.
Walking over to the bike, I reach for the helmet. “I need to get back to my daughter.”
“I wanted to talk to you,” he says, coming up behind me.
“Talk then. But make it fast.”
Dark eyes stare at me, and I wonder how long I can glare at him before I get lost in the depths of his gorgeous eyes. Before they completely swallow me whole, and I become a woman I don’t recognize anymore.
“I want you to come back to work. I won’t annoy you. I will give it back to you the way you had it.”
“You won’t come in?”
Blaze looks at me, straight in the eyes. “Only at night to make sure you’re getting home safe…” He pauses. “Can I at least do that?”
“I have a kid, you know that, right?” I say to him. “These games you want to keep playing, I can’t do anymore. I have a child to think about. So this…” I wave my finger between us, “… needs to stop. If you want me, you want my child, Blaze. We come as a pair. Did you think about that? I’m not a one-way deal,” I say while shaking my head. “But yes, I will take my job back. And no, I don’t need you to make sure I get home safely every day. I can do that myself.” I put the helmet on and walk to the bike.
Blaze stands there watching me, no more words leave his mouth as he stares. With an infinitesimal shake of his head, he gets on and waits for me to climb behind him, and then he takes off.
My hands grip onto him, but I don’t cling to him as I would usually do. When we get back to mine, I pass him the helmet and turn, walking away.
“They will need you tomorrow night.”
I wave back at him, not looking, and head inside.
“Wowser! You look like you were just fucked.” Rochelle reaches for my hair, brushing it down. My hair is probably a mess, thanks to the helmet. Well, I hope it’s from the helmet. “Mitchell’s still inside.”
“Did Annabelle wake?”
“Nope. And thank you so much for this. I loved it.” She hugs me as Marcus walks out and goes straight for his car. I turn to see Mitchell waiting for me at the front door, his jacket in hand.
“I’m biting my tongue because I’m still getting my grip on all this. But Kat, should I be worried?”
“About what?” I ask him, my voice sharp and defensive.
“Of this…” He waves his hands around. “You. Him. Him wanting you, and you wanting him.”
“No. I’ve been looking out for myself for a long time, Mitchell. I will continue to do so.”
He nods. “I have no reason to doubt you.”
“I hope not,” I say as he heads for his car, leaving me on my front porch wondering where I am now. While contemplating this thing called life.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Blaze
Katarina turns up the next night, as I expected. Steve calls me with updates every hour to let me know things are running smoothly and going back to the way they should be.
“Look, I have to go. So, if you want more updates, you will have to get them another way, okay, boss,” Steve says.
“Is her car there?”
“Yes, and Fred will walk her out as he always does.”
“Good.” I hang up on him.
Snow sits next to me, slapping my leg. “You look lost.” I feel it. “You realize you love her yet?”
“She has a kid,” I tell him. “I don’t do kids.”
Snow starts to laugh, and when I sit there not saying a word, just watching him, he hits his leg. “That’s a good one. I mean… you have met your brother, right?” he asks with a smile so big I fight the urge to punch him fair and square in the face. “That is one man we never thought would like kids, let alone have one. From what you two say, he took the brunt of it for you growing up. If Marcus can do it, you sure as shit can.”
He’s right, I didn’t think of it like that, and I sure as shit am not going to tell him that either.
“Have you even tried to get to know her child? Or have you just been planning to fuck her?”
“Well…” I shrug. “I like the way she tastes.”
“You like the way she tastes. Fuck me.” He shakes his head. “Now, that’s a great starter for a relationship. ‘Oh, how did you fall in love?’” he asks with air quotes. “I liked the way she tasted.” He stands while chuckling. “I just can’t with you. Honestly, you suck at this love thing.”
“Fuck you,” I spit at him.
“Hold on, if I fuck you, will you like the way I taste and lose your mind, too?” he teases.
“Pres…” One of the prospects comes up to me. “Wretched MC boys just crossed over.”
“Oh, fuck!” Snow walks off and comes back not long after, my gun in his hand. He passes it to me. “I had a feeling they wouldn’t care for your warning,” Snow says, shaking his head.
“Let’s go.”
“He also said they have just stopped at the club.”
My hands squeeze the gun tight.
No fucking way.
No. Fucking. Way.
“Now,” I scream, running to my bike.
They all follow closely behind, and soon we’re screaming down the roads until we reach the club. It’s late, and it’s closed. We find Fred knocked out cold on the ground, and Kat’s car left where it was parked. Running to the door while Snow tries to revive Fred, I see it’s locked, and no one is inside.
“Blaze,” Snow yells, turning back.
Fred’s sitting up, and he’s rubbing the back of his head.
“I didn’t even see them,” he says, looking up to me. “Heard her scream, and then I was hit. That’s all I can remember.”
“Fuck,” I scream. Calling Marcus, he picks up on the first ring. “Wretched just took Kat. Get your ass to the clubhouse, now.” He doesn’t speak, just hangs up.
We wait for Marcus to arrive. He’s on good terms with them, so if anyone should know where they are, if they aren’t at their clubhouse, he will. We fucking hope.
Marcus gets out of the car, walks over, looks to Fred, then to me. “He has a house not far from here. It’s where he has his daughter when he has her.”
“You know this how?”
“People like to talk,” he says with a shrug.
“Are you coming?” I ask him.
Marcus nods, then goes straight back to his car and leads the way. When we pull up at the house it’s black, there’s no lights anywhere. I stop the bike as Marcus gets out of his car and walks straight up to the house and knocks.
He fucking knocks.
“Ummm… okay,” Snow says next to me. “He really did just knock, right? Does he think they will open for milk and cookies?”
“Shut up!” I hiss at him.
Marcus knocks again, then when he doesn’t get an answer turns to look at me. I get off, walk over as he stands to the side, and kick the fucking door in. It breaks easily and I step straight in, flicking a light on.
I turn back to my men. “Do you have the daughter yet?”
“No,” the prospect yells back. “They say she isn’t at any of the places you gave them.”
“Try the boyfriend,” Snow yells, smiling.
“She doesn’t have one.”
“Oh, but she does. She wouldn’t want daddy to know.” He shakes his head.
“Try for a girl’s name. Someone she calls and texts a lot, because that’s what my sister used to do,” the prospect relays that to one of the guys on the phone.
“He said he’s found an address and is going to check that out. Give him five minutes, it’s close.”
Looking through the place, I see no evidence Kat was here.
“Do you plan to kill him?” Snow asks, more in a hushed voice as we walk out. “I ask because if you do, that could mean war.”
“It’s already a fucking war,” I grumble.
It takes ten minutes for the prospect to get the address, and we all sit out front of the house. The parents look through the curtains, and soon she walks out, her eyes cast downward as she steps up closer to us.
“You’re here for me, aren’t you?” she asks while biting her lip.
“Why don’t you come and sit on this bike, girl, and then let’s call your daddy,” Snow says, tapping the back of his bike. She walks past me and looks away from my intense glare. She is hesitant to touch Snow’s back, but he doesn’t care as he kickstarts the bike.
“Where is he?” I ask her.
“I don’t know. But here…” She hands Snow her phone, and he passes it to me. “Just don’t hurt me. He told me to stay where I was safe. He’s going to be so mad,” she says with a quiver in her lip. Snow smirks, knowing full well we wouldn’t hurt a child, but she doesn’t need to know that.
Pressing call on the contact name Daddy, it takes two rings for him to answer, “I told you not to call me.” His voice is gruff as he speaks.
“No, you didn’t,” I tell him back.
“You,” he spits.
“We had an understanding, Cane. Yet, you’ve broken it.”
“You are a piece of shit, and if you think you can tell me… me… what to do, you are highly delusional,” he says.
I nod to Snow, and he tells the daughter something just above a whisper. And she lets out an ear-piercing scream.
I hold the phone up, smiling, then bring it back to my ear. “Tell me where you are, and I won’t remove anything from her body. Well, hang on let me rephrase that, I won’t, but Reap might,” I say. Cane knows what kind of stuff Marcus does.
“Fuck you.”
I wait, because is anything really worth the life of your child?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kat
He walks over, and his hand slaps me across the face hard, making it sting. My mouth is instantly filled with the metallic tang of blood. My hands are tied behind my back as I’m pushed against the wall. He holds me to it with his body.
“I bet if I paid you, you’d suck my cock. Wouldn’t you?” He bites my neck, making imprints on my skin.
“Not if I was the last woman on fucking earth.” I’ve been telling myself to keep my mouth shut all day.
Do you think I listen to myself?
No.
Which in turn, makes my stomach hurt from where he hit me, and also my mouth bleed where he’s slapped me twice.
Asshole.
Bet he has a small penis to go along with his lack of respect for women.
When he breathes, he sounds as if he’s speaking through his nose. His voice is nasally, and there’s a definite whistle now and the
n. He’s disgusting.
“Oh, sweetheart, you tell lies. You want me, don’t you?” I feel his small cock pushing on me. Gross! I try to control my gag reflex, but I can’t help myself and start dry retching, which in turn makes him take a step back. “You little bitch,” he says.
The sound of bikes approaching can be heard, and they are coming on quickly. Cane grips my hair, pulling me forward. He walks behind me, holding my bound hands, to the front door. I see the lights of bikes pulling into the yard, and they momentarily blind me as we step outside. I hear the rustle of several men from behind me as they follow us out.
“Katarina,” Blaze says my name.
I feel instant relief hearing that, even if it’s a name I hate.
“Are you hurt?” he asks.
Cane pulls on the bands around my wrists.
“He’s slapped me around a few times,” I tell him. Cane hisses at me to shut up. “And tried to put his minute penis near me.”
“You’ll fucking die,” Blaze says.
“Daddy,” a girl says.
“Wow! If that’s your daughter, and you treat all women like you did me, she’s going to have major issues,” I tell him.
“Katarina,” Blaze says my name, and I know he wants me to shut up.
But all I can think is ‘fuck you!’ I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Blaze.
“Maybe you should give her to her mommy and stay the fuck out of her life,” I tell Cane.
“Your girl has a mouth on her. Maybe it should be filled more often,” Cane says.
“Well, your cock’s too small for that, so you’re shit outta luck there.”
Cane pushes me, drops me to the ground, and that’s when I hear it. A shot. My tied hands become tense behind me, unable to move, as I hear a loud thump from behind me.
“I can take him,” I hear Marcus’s voice. “You have a few minutes, give or take,” he tells them.
I turn to see Cane, still alive but holding his leg where he’s been shot.
“My kid,” Cane yells.
His men don’t listen as they carry him to a car I never saw, and put him inside. I see the girl he’s talking about and look up to Blaze. “Let her go.”
