by Simone Elise
Chapter 5
Haylee
Fucking stupid men. How the hell can they forget to lock a bloody shipping container?! God, a monkey could do it, but a trained armed guard couldn’t? I clipped the safety lock for the container back on, only realising after I locked it and in my fit of rage for it being unlocked, I had sealed it shut again. The automatic timer started, which stopped me from unlocking it again for another few hours!
I groaned! Why on earth would this happen to me tonight! And why the fuck was I feeling this frustrated! I sent a fist into the steel shipping container, then cursed the day we put that extra security step in place for the container.
I guess I was crashing here for a few hours. I looked up at the property and knew there was no power; the plumbing worked, but that was it. We wanted it off the grid.
Walking into the property, I grabbed my lighter and started lighting the candles around that were purposely placed around the house.
Finally, after I was no longer in darkness, I sat on the couch. My head fell back against the leather. Why the hell was I so turned on right now? God, what I would do for Lucian. My eyes widened at the through, had I just really thought that? Fuck that. I was getting Ethan out here, he always knew my needs.
Even though it was like taking a mild pain killer compared to a highly addictive one when I put Ethan and Lucian beside each other.
My hand trailed down my body, over my nipple, across my hip, and pushed my dress up. I knew I could take care of myself, but it was nothing compared to a man. Then I slipped my dress off completely and laid down on the rug in front of the unlit fire place.
LUCIAN
Arriving, I saw her car and dim lights in the window. Harley never mentioned anything about her staying here. I undid my seat belt and had chosen one of my cars that purred like a kitten so she wouldn’t suspect it was me and take off as soon as she saw the car.
Still, I had been expecting her to at least come outside—as quiet as the car was, it still had an engine. Frustrated that she didn’t come out, I walked up the porch steps, looking through the tinted glass window, only to see the reflection of light.
Opening the door, I was expecting a bullet for coming in unwelcomed. Instead, I saw Haylee’s legs parted on the rug, finger fucking herself, and her breasts raising and falling which each burst of pleasure.
I closed the door and anger spread through me. So, Harley had set this up because Haylee was clearly with someone else here. Someone else was telling her what to do as she worked her body.
I saw the back of the armchair and walked towards it, ready to draw my gun and kill the bastard who was telling my wife what to do and watch her come.
As much as I knew I needed to focus on the man in the chair, I couldn’t take my eyes off Haylee till I was standing at the edge of the rug. I glanced at that chair and did a double-take when I realised it was empty.
“What . . .” Haylee spoke alarmed. Her eyes locked with mine. “What are you doing here?” She gulped. “Did I call you?”
Was she high? I took her in—her naked body, her pleasing herself—and my body clenched with rage. “Where is he?” I hissed, and she looked at me speechless. “Where is the bloke that has you like this?”
Rage. Pure rage. My wife was sleeping with other men. Did our vows mean nothing? I hadn’t touched another woman, not when I thought she was dead and not after she tried to kill me.
“I’m by myself.” Her words were like velvet to my ears, and I clicked the safety back on my Glock, dropping it in the arm chair. Didn’t fucking think twice about it. One moment I was standing, and the next, I was between her legs.
A soft moan escaped her lips after I licked her sensitive skin. Her hands gripped to my hair. It was when my name came off her lips, I knew I couldn’t hold back from taking her. Slipping two fingers inside her, warming her up as I undid my belt.
“Lucian,” she opened her eyes and looked at me, “I want it deep.”
A growl escaped my lips as I thrust into her at her command. She had never once asked for anything when it came to sex. I ran my hands up her legs and gripped her heels as I thrust harder and deeper into her.
Sweat slowly spread across her naked skin as I fucked her raw.
She moaned and gasped, but I wasn’t stopping till she screamed . . . and I knew exactly how to make that happen.
“You miss me, darling?” I pushed a bit deeper into her, taking her legs to my shoulders. “You miss me fucking you?”
“Stop it,” she said but I heard the pleasure in her voice.
“You ready to come back to me?”
“No.” And for that, I paused in her mid-length, causing her to open her eyes with desperate need across her face. “Lucian . . .” she growled but I didn’t continue to fuck her.
“You aren’t coming till I say so, understand?” I knew what she needed. She needed to be controlled and I could do that, if she would let me.
Would she let her walls down for me again? She placed her wrists together and put them above her head, a sign to me that she didn’t need to be bound to stay in place or told what to do. No, she would control herself with that unswerving willpower.
“Good girl.” I kissed her nipple. “Now I’m going to ask you again, are you ready to come home?”
“What’s stopping me from lying to you and saying yes, you finishing me, and then me bolting from this house?” Her words twisted and twirled with a rage she had built up for me.
“I know you wouldn’t do that to me.” I held her face in place by holding her chin. “Are you ready to come home?”
“I’m not selling myself for an orgasm.” She pushed me away from her and went to slide off my cock when I stopped her.
“Move again, and you’ll be feeling the back of my hand.”
“Believe it or not, I’ve already been back-handed tonight. Yours doesn’t scare me, and neither did his.”
“Who fucking hit you!”
“Stop being the protective husband. You and I are finished. When you left me to die in that room . . ..” Her words choked up and we got to the cause of her rage. “You wanted me to die, so consider me dead to you.”
She thought I wanted her dead? For a smart woman, she sure as fuck could be stupid. “Darling, I came to the dock that night to be with you.”
“You had no idea I’d be there,” she snapped at me.
“No. But I knew I was going to die, and that was all I wanted after your funeral.”
Her eyes shone with calculation as she took in what I said. She had to know I had gone down too easy that night.
Her hand went to my cheek, breaking the submissive pose. “What are you doing to me?” she whispered after moments passed. I didn’t know what she meant by it, but I had hoped it would lead to her coming home.
Then in that moment, I placed her legs down and nipped her neck, her lips. She gently placed her hand on the back of my neck when I pulled back, and she kissed me. It wasn’t driven by raw need, it was pure and sweet and for a split-second, I thought there was a side to Haylee I didn’t know.
I moved into her slowly, and our usual heat of the moment disappeared, and we went slow. She was letting me make love to her and I knew that was as big as a I love you off Haylee’s lips I would ever get. She was letting me into her life that little bit more.
Chapter 6
Haylee
Sitting on the rug, with a blanket wrapped around me, I watched the fire Lucian had lit burn. We hadn’t spoken since we had . . .. I could barely bring myself to say it, but we made love. God, what was I doing? I was still thinking that when he handed me a cup of coffee and sat down beside me, his jeans on and no top. Fair enough to say it had me ready for round two, or would it technically be round three?
“Darling, what happened to your cheek?” His finger traced my cheekbone, sending delights through my body.
I could lie.
“Harley hit me.” I paused. “Well, back-handed me.” I wondered for a moment if I should add th
e fact that I punched him in return. Seeing Lucian’s expression, I knew I needed to. “I punched him in the mouth for doing it. Think I broke one of his crowns.” I brought the coffee to my lips.
“That’s my girl.” His finger paused on my bruising cheek. “I’ve missed—” He paused and didn’t say another word. I wanted to smirk because while I had missed him, I would never say it out loud, much like how he had stopped himself from saying it out loud.
“How’s the club?” I changed the subject for him.
“Dying and surviving.” He ran his hand down my back. “Got some new meth, so it has helped the books.”
My expression tightened. But by the smirk on his face, he did it on purpose to get under my skin. “Yes, well, my books are in the negative thanks to losing the meth trade.”
His lips twitched up, and he tucked my hair behind my ear. “Maybe we could work something out?”
“I don’t deal with bikers.”
“Good, cause you are dealing with your husband.” And then he kissed me on my cheek, sending a wave through my body that I couldn’t explain even if I wanted to.
Chapter 7
Haylee
Never going to make it, Haylee.
Never going to be worth anything, Haylee.
You’ll die unwanted and in an unmarked grave.
I took another uppercut punch to the stomach, and it winded me. God, what was wrong with me tonight? Why the hell wasn’t I blocking? The ref called time and I collapsed in my corner.
“Take another left hook and ya out!” Harley handed me water. “Don’t know where ya fucking head is, but we have our meth trade on this fight, need I remind you.”
I looked at my opponent, who was kicking my ass at the moment. Cage fights were always my thing, but since being back, I hadn’t been in the finest form.
“Start blocking, Haylee,” Ethan said to my right. “She’s wearing herself out, she is waiting for you to fall.”
I looked my opponent again and there was something in her eyes that told me that she was furious with me and it had nothing to do with the fight. No, something else was driving her punches and anger.
Harley wiped the blood off my cheeks, and he forced me up and back into the ring. I watched her get up, looking at me like I was her prey. Where did I know her from? She knew me? Why couldn’t I place her?
My red hair was braided back, and I had no effort or interest in this fight. Till I saw her eyes go to the crowd, and his eyes were on her. I watched their connection, and then it hit me, that this bottom-feeder was connected to them.
And to think I was letting her win. I cracked my neck to the side, ready to show her why my name was chiselled on the boards behind her in this underground ring.
LUCIAN
I was trying to get in the shadows, needing Dy to win this fight. Watching Haylee take punch after punch was getting under my skin. Why wasn’t she fighting back? They had a lot on the line for this fight—their meth trade. Harley knew I was going to hand it over as soon as Haylee came home. It was Dy’s idea to fight for it. She was itching for a fight with Haylee, and had been dominating the fight to the point where I didn’t want to see the outcome.
Then the bells rang, ref called the fight back in, and Haylee came straight in with a right hook. Now where had she been all night? It took a few simple moves, performed perfectly. Right hook, lower uppercut, left kick, and then finally an insurance hit, a blind left punch to the head.
Dy fell and the crowd erupted. Well, looks like Harley was getting the meth earlier and on his terms.
Then, as I was about to turn and leave, before Haylee saw me, I watched her bark something at her brother. Then he tossed what looked like a knife into the ring.
What the fuck! This was a fist fight! No weapons! Dy didn’t deserve to die over something pointless! And then I realised my mistake as Haylee looked at me, seeing my disapproval from her killing the woman clearly connected to me. Don’t know when Haylee realised I was connected with Dy, but she knew.
With one swift move and flick of the wrist, Haylee sliced the ropes off the ring, gripping Dy by the braid and dragging her towards me. Dy was barely able to get her footing. Haylee only let go of Dy when she threw the woman at me.
“Keep the fucking meth trade,” Haylee hissed at me. The crowd was quiet now, Harley at Haylee’s side.
I looked at Harley. Was he going to pull rank cause she wasn’t being rational.
“You heard her,” Harley said, “deal’s off.”
“You won. Remember?” I looked at them both. “Don’t make this personal, Haylee,” I said, and the insult was clear across her face.
“That wasn’t personal,” she said coldly, and then took that knife in her hands and slashed it across Dy’s face. “That’s personal.”
Harley gripped Haylee’s hand. “Can’t kill her, you know that,” he hissed in her ear.
“Why? They like people bleeding out, it’s their favourite.” She looked around the crowd of bikers and bitches, as well as their members. She needed to control her fucking tongue cause I couldn’t stop members from reacting to her insults.
I put a hand up, stopping the women from lashing out while the men were looking at her as target practice.
A clapping sound came from the side, and the crowd parted and there was Jye. A hybrid—half mafia, half biker. Controlled half and half of the worlds.
Suddenly everything got tense—more than it was already. Jye and I could not be in the same town as each other, let alone the same fucking hall.
“Haylee,” he stopped clapping and smirked, “that was one hell of a show.”
She looked vividly wild. “Jye.”
“We need to speak.” He looked at her and then me, our open hatred for each other was still clear. My men knew there was nothing I liked more than a fist fight with Jye. I’d kill him but wasn’t allowed under the laws. But if Haylee thought for one second she was doing a deal with him, she was fucking mistaken. Time to claim back my property, and I was about to do so in front of everyone.
“Considering you just slashed my daughter’s face,” he added and Haylee eyed him down.
Harley reacted the same way I did, instinct to get Haylee as far from Jye as possible. Harley pushed Haylee behind him, and I stepped in front of Harley. This was my wife, my problem. Plus, I’d been itching for a fight with Jye.
“Lucian,” Jye eyed me, “ready to die for that wife of yours?”
Why did people think that reminding me that I would die for Haylee would make me suddenly be like, nah, I’ll pass? People were fucked in the head. “Always,” I replied. “Wipe your right to the law and you and I can settle this.”
“You wipe your right as well?”
“Don’t be stupid, Dad!” Dy was at his side. “Lucian will kill you and then me for pissing off Haylee,” she hissed at him with blood coming through the slice on her face. “Haylee and I will sort this out ourselves.”
I turned to look back and noticed Haylee wasn’t there.
“Where is she?” I barked at Harley.
“Taking care of the threat.” Hayley gave me a direct look. “Hope you don’t like that shirt.” I frowned, not understanding when Jye’s blood sprayed across me, his body dropping to the ground. Immediately, outrage occurred and everyone was reaching for their guns, dropping to the ground, and looking for shelter.
“Sniper?” I looked at Harley. “Is there anything she isn’t good at?”
“Nah, she talented.” He smirked. “I pity her husband cause she doesn’t take being teased well.”
“Where will she go after this?” Chaos had broken out in the hall, and he looked at me like he wasn’t going to tell me till he remembered our mutual agreement. “Harley, cough it up.”
“After this fight, she said she was walking.”
“What!” He just tells me this now! I spun around, the only reason I could keep tabs on her since my offer of her coming home was because she was chained to her brother and kept going back to his
empire. If she wasn’t answering to him or caring about their empire, then she would disappear in the wind.
“Sorry, mate.” Harley honestly sounded sorry. “I wanted her to be happy, I had to cut the ties with her.”
“You kicked her out?” Didn’t he fucking realise that Haylee lived for Harley and their empire. It was what kept her sane.
“No. I just asked her to pick between you and me. I told her to go back to you. She said no. I said she couldn’t stay with that tattoo. She said she would fight for us tonight, but then she was done.” Harley opened up to his problem.
“You called her bluff, and she wasn’t bluffing.” I realised just how much damage he had done. What he had done was despicable, threatening her empire.
“Like I said, I don’t know where she’ll be.” Harley ran a hand through his long hair. “And I don’t know if I’ll see her again. This,” he pointed to the craziness going on, “is her getting away while everyone scrambles. She left her,” he looked at Dy, “alive cause she must have thought you care about her. Guess you just got yourself a replacement for a wife.”
I saw Dy’s reaction, but I wanted to find Haylee.
“I’ll find her.” I swore in that moment. I’d fucking find her.
“Sure you will, buddy. But the question is, which Haylee will you find? The soccer mom? The cooperate woman? The house trophy? Cause she just walked from this way of life, and nothing is going to bring her back. Not even I can do it.”
If I was Haylee and I wanted to disappear, where would I go?
Chapter 8
Haylee
