Never Give You Up (Snakes Henchmen Book 3)

by Alivia Grayson

  However, Hammer refused to help me, the man he's known all his damn life, my best friend's big brother, my brother-in-law. He's known Draven was his brother a fuckin' year and suddenly he does everything the prick tells him to. I know that's his brother, but where the fuck do his loyalties actually lie?

  He did tell me when he was drunk about the wall in Vidal's garden that wasn't maned for ten minutes each hour as the guards do the rounds and check everything is secure around the perimeter, though. Then there's the fact there's no CCTV in Maria's room. Something about Draven not wanting to make her a complete prisoner, and not letting anyone see her changing.

  Idiot doesn't even know what he's done.

  “What you smiling at, Veep?”

  “Nothin' you need worry about, Roman.” I slap him on the shoulder. Roman is a big bastard of a man and twice as handsome. According to Nova, Roman is the kind of man you find on the cover of a magazine. Tall, full of muscles, tattoos all over his body, eyes so green they make his tanned body and chiseled jaw stand out. According to the women of the club, Roman is every man and woman's wet dream, and don't the cocky ass just love hearing that?

  I take a seat at the bar next to him. Tammy, Red's old lady, hands me a beer with a wink. I take a large swing. It's nice and cold and goes down the right way, just what I need right now.

  “What's going on? You look like the cat that got the cream or the perv that got the pussy.”

  Ass!

  “You went to see her, didn't you?”

  I didn't even see Tank sitting there, at the end of the bar. It's not like him to be here this late. Not since my sister forbade him to be out late. She's got him on a short lease. He needs to be home in time to put Ember to bed. Little madam can scream her lungs out until her dad gets home. I've seen her do it. After he's tucked her into bed, Nova lets him out like a good boy. Makes me laugh. The man never took orders from anyone, but Shepard in his life before Nova came along. However, I challenge any man to go against her. She's not the kind of woman you piss off without consequence.

  My best friend is married to my baby sister. His brother is married to my other baby sister, and I'm trying to sort things so I can marry Hammer's baby sister. Circle of crazy or what?

  “So?”

  “So?” Tank slides closer to me. “Are you stupid or something? Were you not warned what would happen if you went near her again?”

  “How the hell did you even get to see her? I thought Vidal had her under lock and key?” Roman asks.

  “Yeah well,” I smirk while drinking my beer. “I have my ways.”

  “This is gonna backfire on you so bad, and I don't even think you care what that means for the rest of us.”

  “It means,” I slam my beer bottle down on the bar, and everyone is looking at me. Like I give a fuck, I'm VP! “That I'm claiming what's mine, just as you did. She's pregnant with my kid. If any of you fuckers think for one-second that I'm just gonna walk away from that because some jumped up Mafia King thinks he can scare me, you're all more stupid than I thought!”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tank squares up to me, chest to chest. Ain't no one in the world would get away with squaring up to me like this, but we've been best friends, brothers, our whole lives. We've beaten the shit out of each other a couple of times. Fuck have we ever. However, that's just who we are.

  I know he feels like he's being pulled in every which way right now between Hammer and me, and I'm not asking him to take sides just to understand how this feels.

  “There's a lot wrong with me, Tank! There's a lot wrong with me, brother.” I take a step back. I'm not going to fight him. What the hell would that solve? Fighting with my own family because I'm frustrated? Can't happen. I won't let it.

  “I know this is getting to you, Jett. I know you want to be in your kid's life, but you have to keep your wits about you. If you want anything to do with that baby, you need to calm the hell down and let Hammer deal with it.”

  “He's not dealin' with it, though, Tank.” I rake my fingers through my short dark hair. I'm frustrated to fuck!

  “Don't underestimate him, Jett. He's doing more than you think.”

  Can't be a fat lot as I don't think he's doing anything.

  “Just stay away from her, Jett. Promise me.” I look at him for a moment before nodding slightly. He's right I need to stay away from her.

  Fuck it all!

  Now, I may have promised Tank I'd stay away from Maria until Hammer could talk to Draven, but I've been sneaking over to their house each night for the past three nights. I watch her sleeping through her window, sitting on her balcony like some sick stalker.

  Is it possible to fall for somebody you've hardly spent any time with? I can't say that's what's happening to me because I just don't know, but it sure feels like it.

  Okay, maybe “falling for” is a little strong. It's more like an obsession. Maria is an obsession that I can't quit. An addiction that I need like I need air. I long to touch her skin, taste her lips. I've never wanted anyone this much before.

  Maybe it's because she's forbidden fruit. You know what they say about the forbidden? It always tastes sweeter.

  I watch her through the window, coming out of her bathroom in her short, pink, silk night slip. Her long, dark hair is loose, hanging down her back and over her shoulders. Four days. That's how long I have left before I lose her forever. Once she's married to whichever prick her brother has picked out, there will be fuck all I can do to take her from him.

  I've never been a selfish man, wasn't raised that way. Yeah, if I want pussy, I'll take it. However, this isn't just about simple pussy; this is about the mother of my child. There's something inside me so strong that won't – can't – give up this woman. She's mine, there ain't no doubt about that, and if I have to kill half the damn state to stop this stupid wedding, then trust me, I will.

  I won't be pushed out of my child's life. I might be a lowdown dirty outlaw biker, but that doesn't mean I don't deserve to know my child. I never want to be the kind of dad who never sees his child, but what could I do if Maria was married to another man? Not that I'd ever allow another man to raise my kid indefinitely. I'd make damn sure one day that that kid knew me, but I don't want to wait years. I want my child under my roof, knowing that I'm its father and that I love him or her more than anything in this world.

  I could take Maria and her stupid husband to court for access to my child, but it wouldn't get me anywhere. Vidal would kill me the second he realized I'd seen a lawyer. I'm not scared of death, I've seen too much of it in my life to be scared, but I would do anything to be a father to my child. I want to be the first man to hold him or her in his arms. I want to be the first man to kiss that baby's head and tell it how much it's loved.

  Damn, I never knew I could feel like this about a child who isn't even born yet, but I do. I love my kid, and I want his or her mother home with me. I know I could love her, take care of her, give her a good home and family. We could be magic together. Don't we deserve the chance to find out?

  Four days.

  Four fuckin' days is all I have to stop this shit. The only trouble is, I still haven't worked out how to. If I took her and ran, Vidal would find us, and as much as I want Maria with me, I don't think either of us would survive without our families. I can't even talk to him about this because he doesn't want to know.

  I have to think of something. I can't lose her. I just can't.

  I'm taking a massive risk being here. It's fuckin' suicide. Each and every night I do this is. However, I'm like a dog with a bone, and I can't stop my damn self. Tonight is different. Tonight I can't just watch her sleeping I need to see her. That's why I tap the window of her balcony door with my knuckles. Not too loud, don't wanna draw any unwanted attention to myself.

  With narrow eyes, she comes closer to the door, pulling back the sheer gray curtains. Her mouth hangs open in surprise. She opens the door and asks me, “What are you doing here, Jett?” I don't say anything.
I'm hungry for her, desperate in a way I don't understand. I need her like I need air. “Jett?” She backs away a little, but she ain't going nowhere. I need to touch her; I'll die if I don't.

  Not literally, of course, that would be fucking ridiculous. However, since Maria told me she was carrying my baby, I haven't been able to get my damn dick up for any other woman. Its like he knows this woman's body belongs to him. Like she belongs to me.

  God help me.

  I slide my hand around her back and pull her toward me. My other hand gently takes her face, and she leans into my touch for a second before looking at me and biting her lower lip. I tug it loose with my thumb and stroke her lip. “Jett,” My name is a whisper on her lips, and it brings back all those memories of her screaming my name that first night, the night we made our baby.

  “I had to see you, Maria.”

  “But this is so dangerous, Jett. Do you know what my brother would do to you if he found you here?” I do know. He'd blow my fuckin' head right off. “I don't want anything to happen to you. I need you to be there for the baby.”

  “And I will be. There ain't nobody gonna keep me from this baby, Maria. Not your brother, not your new husband...”

  “Promise me that you'll always be there for our child.”

  I squint my eyes a little. She seems a little frantic all of a sudden. Is she scared that I'll just walk away like her brother wants? Or is she just scared to marry this guy knowing he'll try to be a father to my kid? Won't fuckin' happen!

  “I promise.”

  Closing her eyes, she breathes deeply with a sigh of relief.

  “You have to leave, Jett.”

  I pull her closer, her little body molding into mine like it was made to be there. I don't like that she's lost weight. Those once perfect curves of hers seem to be shrinking, and that is beyond fucked up in her condition. She's fixing to be four months pregnant, and she's losing weight. Fuck!

  “I know I’ve said this already, but you've lost weight. It's not healthy in your condition, Maria.”

  “I know.” She lowers her eyes for a second. “I'm just never very hungry.”

  “You have to eat. No matter what's going on, you have to take care of this baby. Promise me, Maria.”

  She smiles sweetly, and it sends bolts of lightning to my damn cock. “I promise. Now you have to leave before my brother finds you here and does something terrible.”

  “I'm not leaving yet. Your brother isn't home. I made sure of it before I came here. There's also one guard inside the house. The rest are around the perimeter, making sure everything is as it should be. If they did their damn jobs correctly, they would have seen me sneak in here. As it is,” I wink.

  She doesn't smile or say anything she just looks at me. I lean in and take a lungful of her scent, the same scent that drove me insane the night I took her body for my own. Her hair smells of flowers and rain. Her skin smells of soap and perfume and everything that is perfect in this world.

  “Don't worry,” I tell her. She nods, but she's not convinced. I'm not going to stand here explaining it to her. I'm wasting time, and I don't have much of it before I need to get the fuck out of here. I tug her as close as I can get her, our eyes locked, and there's a monster in me dying to get out and ravage her.

  My lips are on hers, and I don't know how they got there, but I can't stop now. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, almost scalping me to get me where she needs me. I grab her heart-shaped ass in my hands and lift her up and against my body, her legs lock around my waist and I turn us and pin her against the glass doors. Maria rocks her hips, rubbing her hot pussy against my stomach, and my goddamn fucking dick is so hard it's painful behind my jeans.

  She's wet. Her panties are soaked, I can feel it seeping through my shirt. I have to have her right now; there's no fucking way I can leave here without fucking her. To hell with the fact I'm in the home of Don Vidal. I don't give a shit that this woman is his baby sister. I don't even care that he's threatened to kill me more than once should I ever come near her again. I'm Jett, Vice President of Snakes Henchmen MC! Ain't no motherfucker I'm scared of. Ain't no motherfucker gonna take what's mine, and she is mine. Goddamn, is she ever mine!

  “Jett, please,” I know what she wants, and I'm gonna give it to her.

  As fast as I can, I unbuckle my belt, tear down my zipper, and push my jeans around my thighs. Her little moans spur me on. Her panties to one side, no time to tear them off, I push into her, deep inside on the first thrust. I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure.

  I grab her face with my hand while thrusting hard into her tight little body. I want her to look at me. I need to know she sees me. “No matter what, you will always be mine. Tell me, Maria!” I demand.

  She grinds her pussy into me, her eyes holding mine like no one ever has before. There's a little monster inside of her also. She's not shy she wants it lowdown and dirty. Never believed in soulmates before, but I have to wonder if she ain't mine.

  “Tell me,” I hiss and slam into her. She screams each time I do, clutching at me, fucking me back as hard as she can.

  “Tell me you're mine first!”

  I growl like a fuckin' animal. I almost fuckin' roar!

  “I'm yours.” I grit through my teeth. Nothing has ever been more truthful than what I've just said.

  I'm losing it, ain't gonna be able to stop myself from coming.

  “And I'm yours, Jett. For as long as you want me.” Always! That's how long I want her. “Oh, god! Please, please!” Ass in my hands, my lips on her throat, I fuck her so damn hard the glass is groaning with the force of my thrusts. “Oh. My. I'm coming...!”

  I crush my mouth against hers. Her brother might not be home, but her guard is. Having someone find us like this won't be fuckin' good. Her brother will do more than kill me.

  Her tight cunt contracts around my throbbing cock and I'm gone, I can't stop the coiling in my gut, the tug of my balls as I shoot my seed deep inside of her. Didn't even think about a condom, but it ain't like I can knock her up twice.

  I hold her against the window for long minutes, her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder. Stroking her hair and kissing her head. I shouldn't have come here and done this, but there's something about her that I can't quit, or is it the fact I don't seem to have a fucking choice when it comes to my child and what happens to it that's making me crazy like this?

  When I leave here tonight, will it be the last time I see her until the baby is born?

  Will I even see her then?

  God only knows. However, I have four days to figure something out. No matter what it takes, this woman will be mine. The thought of some other guy's hands on her, his cock inside of her, him being a father to my kid, churns my fuckin' gut.

  “Everything'll be all right.” However, as I say the words, I don't believe them.

  Chapter Nine

  Jett

  What are you doing out here all alone?”

  I smile as my youngest brother slaps me on the back before taking a seat beside me. “Just thinkin', Max.”

  I don't know what brought me to my parent's place tonight. I guess I didn't feel like being alone, which is laughable when I'm in the backyard, drinking beer, alone. Well, I was until Max decided to join me.

  Max is almost thirteen, tall for a kid his age, a skater who never wants to be a biker. Unlike VJ, who wants nothing more than to join the Snakes already. The only trouble with that is the fact everyone can see he's not right in the head.

  Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but he's insane. He doesn't feel a damn thing for anyone or anything. He never shows any emotions that would let us know he has a heart somewhere in that cold, hollow chest of his. Every negative feeling possible, he'll feel it. He's possessive, obsessive, quick to anger. Fourteen years old and he's been in more fights than most grown men. He's also been sexually active since he was twelve. I shouldn't know this about him, but VJ sat with Tank and me one night and told us what he'd
done. He was so damn proud of himself. Tank and I? We were beyond shocked. We were both sexually active at young ages, but not that young! I'm not sure anyone else I know was either.

  I dare not tell my parents about it, and I told VJ to keep his mouth shut too, they'd lock him the fuck up if they found out. Not my dad so much, but mom would kill him.

  It took my dad until Willow was almost killed to realize there was something very wrong with his middle son. I don't believe for one-second VJ found what happened to Willow funny, but the boy was beyond fascinated when he looked at her.

  I've never before that moment or since known my dad to strike any of his kids. However, he did that day. He dragged VJ out of Willow's room and smacked him with the back of his hand right across the face. My dad is a big guy, and any child would have cried out in pain. Not VJ, he just smirked like it was all fun and games to him.

  That's the day my father knew for sure something was very wrong. A few days later, my parents took him to see a psychiatrist, who then told my parents, after two months of therapy sessions, that he fully believed VJ to be emotionally detached, and that he didn't think VJ was capable of ever knowing the emotion of love. He also believed VJ was bordering on a psychotic disorder, though he’d need more tests to determine if this was correct. The doctor didn’t want to diagnose VJ until he was sure.

  VJ? Well, that boy just laughed it off like it was nothing. He told Dad how he didn't care what anyone thought, and how he wouldn't go to any more sessions. If Dad forced him, he'd make everyone sorry.

  Mom was so upset by it all. All she wanted was to protect her son. She didn't want to believe anything was wrong with him. VJ played on this, played on Mom's emotions, pulled at her heartstrings, manipulated her into thinking there was nothing wrong with him, which made Mom stop the sessions and just let him be. Wrong in my opinion, but he's not my kid.

  “Are you thinking about Maria?”