Possessive_A Bad Boy Second Chance Motorcycle Club Romance

by Kathryn Thomas

  Jonathan began to speak, but Leo had heard enough. He raised his hands to Jonathan’s chest, pushing him back into the booth. “What do you mean ‘doing it a long time?’ Is this some kind of fuckin’ scheme you got going on?”

  She stared at him for a beat as she began to softly nod, “Look at you, Lionheart. Someone has a brain up there after all. Usually, my, uh, clients aren’t so quick on the draw—if ever. But, no, you’re not my first, and you’re certainly not my last.” She put her hands to her lips, amused with herself, “But I will say, you were my first fighter. My brother was certainly not too happy to take the punches from you.”

  Leo furiously stood, the table spilling out from under him onto Alecia’s lap. She remained still as he yelled, “You’ve got your money, you dumb bitch. And you’re not gonna get another cent of it. Not you, not your brother, not your family. I’ll make sure of it.”

  Alecia looked at the check that had fallen into the folds of her dress. She studied the numbers, the signature, the design. She even held it to the light to examine the security seal. Finally, she pushed back the table and stood, walking towards where her coat was hung. She spoke across the room to where Leo and Jonathan stood stunned and shocked by the revelation she had dropped, “We’re gonna get you, Leo Connelly. Just you wait and see.”

  The woman exited the room silently, shutting the door softly behind her. Leo and Jonathan remained silent. All that could be heard was Leo panting as he curled his hands into small fists over and over and over again.

  “Shit, man.” Jonathan ran his hands through his slick backed hair as he tried to come to terms with what just happened to them, “I can’t believe those damn detectives couldn’t have caught that. Damnit!” He ran across the room, grabbing a chair and throwing it across empty space. He screamed out incoherently.

  Leo sat back down, cradling his heavy head in his palms. A sharp sting near his thigh caught his attention. His hands crept through his pockets as he searched for what caused it. Surprised, he pulled out Lily’s Catchall doll and placed it on the table. The blinking light caught his eyes. He pressed play. A woman’s familiar voice sounded. “Let’s get this over, boys. My team can't wait for me any longer.”

  Jonathan looked over to where Leo stared at the toy, “What’s that? What’s that—”

  His own voice answered him, “We have the money, but we want a guarantee that the photo they showed in court is gonna be the last of it.”

  Leo talked over the rest of the conversation, his eyes lighting up at each second it played on, “Oh my god…I can’t believe it…Jonathan…”

  “Is that toy doing what I think it's doing? Did it record the entire conversation?”

  “...snowball’s chance in hell of winning this case, you must be one something.”

  “Oh shit! That guard must’ve hit record accidentally. I had no idea. I had no idea! Jonathan! Do you know what this means?”

  Jonathan grabbed Leo’s coat from the hooks and tossed it at him. “Get up. Turn that thing off. We’ve got to get to the lawyers. Now.” Jonathan was out the door before Leo could even stand. His legs shook as he stepped outside the hotel’s meeting room and into the entryway. Sun streamed through the massive colorless windows down onto the glass tile floor. Their limo idled by the door as the two men jumped inside and instructed the driver on where to go.

  Hours later, Leo walked through the gate of his home on foot. On his request, the limo had dropped him off a few miles from his home. Leo wanted nothing more than to go the rest of the way by foot—even if it meant being hounded by the devoted band of photographers and reporters. Today, he was celebrating. Today, Leo Connelly was feeling alive.

  The press spotted him yards from the entryway, each grabbing their equipment to meet up with him. One athletic reporter ran beside him as he threw a microphone in Leo’s face. He panted as he yelled, “Leo, can you give me a comment about the victim in your case calling your girlfriend Bailey a liar? How about him claiming that it was you who started the fight in the first place?”

  Leo turned to him, still jogging intently. “I know the real truth will come out, and the liars in this case will get their day. I can guarantee it.”

  He punched the code into gate’s keypad and slipped through a small entry, finally making it to the gravel driveway. From his spot, he could see the outline of Bailey and Lily waiting for him on the porch. Bailey had a phone pressed to her ear as she walked the length of the wooden porch. He could see her press her fingers to her temple as she gestured wildly to the empty field in front of her.

  When Leo came into her view, she put down her phone and called out towards him, “What are you doing? Where’s the car?” She looked around the estate in a panic, as if she expected someone to jump out at her or him.

  Leo climbed the last few steps and then sat at their feet. “Today was a great day for a run.”

  Bailey wasn’t sure what to make of her boyfriend or his wide, mischievous grin. It was not a look she saw often, or at all. She ushered Lily inside, as she glanced over at a shrub rustling against the wind. She had been staring at the bush since she had walked outside. She knew it was probably her eyes deceiving her, but it looked a bit misshapen. She made a mental note to talk to the gardener about it tomorrow. Fixing it would probably ease her mind.

  Before Lily could go inside, Leo stopped her, holding her hand out as he placed the Catchall in her palm. He whispered, “Thanks, Lily. I loved playing with him.”

  As she ran back into the home to find the housekeeper, Bailey took a slow seat next to him, her eyes now darting to a shadow. She shook her head before she leaned her head into his shoulder and asked quietly, “You want to tell me what’s going on now?”

  “The case. It’s over.” He nudged her upright as he took her hands in his. “It’s over, Bailey. The lawyer said so. In a day, it’s gonna be all over the news.” He struggled to contain his excitement. Every bit of him burst at the seam, screaming to come out. Leo couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled Bailey in for a long, deep kiss, his hands gripping at the back of her head and hair.

  She pushed him away, still confused, “I—I—wait—what do you mean the case is over? How could it be? Was it postponed?”

  “Jonathan and I met with Alecia today, the sister that was blackmailing me. I didn’t know it but I had Lily’s toy in my pocket, and it recorded her saying she was blackmailing me and that I wasn’t her first attempt at it. She even said that her brother was in it—that it was planned and staged.”

  Bailey shuffled in her seat, completely shocked at the news. “So, it’s over? That’s it?” She wasn’t sure what or who to trust. Their lives had been in so much upheaval and she couldn’t seem to feel like nothing would be truly over until it had disappeared completely.

  “Well, no. We’re still gonna have to go to court and present this as evidence. But no judge in the world would allow this to go any farther, no matter what I did or where I was on that boat. It’s over, Bailey. You and me, we can start a life together. We can start over.”

  He took her into his arms once more, their lips and bodies smashing into one another like waves crashing to the shore. For the first time since they began, everything seemed right in its place. For the first time, Leo could feel his life could reset. However, Bailey, on the other hand, couldn’t help but look over her shoulder. The feeling that something was about to send their lives into a tailspin that sent her own mind racing.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  Bailey screamed a cold, blood-curdling scream. Her voice rattled the cement walls, yet everything remained still. She tried again, this time she tried all that she could to kick and punch her way out of the plastic ties strapping her body and arms to the cold metal chair. Drops of blood fell from her skin where the material just dug in harder against her resistance.

  She called out for Lily, for Leo, for her dead grandmother. But there was no reply. She was alone, scared, naked in a cinderblock room designed to be her coffin. She could feel her breat
h heaving beneath her breasts, beads of sweat forming along her nipples. She watched her breath form little puffs of white crystals. She knew that if she were to get herself out of the mess she was in, she would have to go it alone. No one could escape their own death like this—no one. But she was not about to go down without a fight.

  Bailey blinked rapidly, attempting to adjust her eyes to the scene. She needed to find something to help her out. But the room was a blank canvas, empty of everything but a flickering light overhead that danced in a kind of odd rhythm. It swayed as she could hear something up above her pounding away to a tribal beat. She couldn’t imagine what kind of creature could make sure a strange and unsettling noise.

  The sound grew closer. The deep thumbs turned into clicks. Distinctly, she could make out the sound of the heel and the toe clicking upon the gray cement floor. A shadowy figure appeared, walking quite slowly. She called out for help, hoping it was her savior. “Please! Please! Untie me! I need you to untie me before he comes back!” Bailey watched, her body sitting at the edge of the chair in anticipation.

  The figure stepped into the overhead light as Bailey let out a sob. Her grandmother stood before her, her hands on her hips. Bailey looked at her in awe, “You’re here? How are you here? I-I don’t understand.”

  “Hush now!” Her grandmother’s southern twang was distinct as ever. “He’s coming for you.” She placed a wrinkled finger to her thin, pink lips.

  “Who is coming for me? What do you mean? Stay with me! Don’t leave me” The older woman slowly walked backwards into the darkness. Bailey began to panic as she continued to fight against the ties that bound her in place. Her grandmother kept her eyes on her as her body was swallowed by the blackness of the room. Bailey screamed at her grandmother once more, desperation filling her with madness, “Wait! Don’t leave me! Who is coming for me! WHO!”

  She was alone again—alone in an unknown room with an unknown person coming for her. The premonition of her grandmother had reminded her that the dead often greet one of their own before they cross over. Dread filled her heart as she realized her own end was coming soon.

  The tapping sound started up again. This time, the sound was heavy and slow. It was the sound of dragged, heavy boots. It was so strange, yet familiar. It was a noise she should have been able to recognize but could not put a finger on it. This time, the noise came from behind her head, yet she couldn’t turn herself in the chair to see.

  Suddenly, she felt the coldness of something against her neck. A set of fingernails clawed at her chest. An arm stronger than her own held her torso down in place. The figure lifted a knife from her neck to her eye level as Bailey stared back at her own reflection. She could only make out a pair of dark jeans and tips of black shoes. The rest of the killer was concealed behind the light.

  Bailey screamed again, but this time, she was met with an answer. The voice was distorted, lowered like a record needle being dragged. Yet, she could still make out the heat of the person’s anger, it screamed a warning: “You stupid, selfish, spoiled little whore! You've got no idea what you've done, but you will soon! You’ll be dead by Monday. I promise you that. Monday!”

  Bailey’s eyes flung open as the knife’s tip hit her throat. Her hands instantly grabbed at her own skin, feeling for the stab mark, hoping to save herself from the blood loss. But there was no red thick liquid, no jolts of pain, no man holding her down. She instead sat straight up as she peered suspiciously at her own bed in her own room. Everything was in its place, including the framed photo of her grandmother sitting on the dark wooden side table.

  She looked out at the open window. The morning sun was just about to rise. She could tell from the loud birdcalls and the dew drops gathering at the window’s edge. Everything was waking up, but Leo was still comfortably snoring away in bed totally unaware of what had happened in Bailey’s mind. His body radiated heat onto hers as his arm continued to drape over her bare waist. He began to stir as he felt her move and untwist from underneath his grasp.

  He muttered into his pillow, “What’s going on? Is it Lily again? Tell her she can lay in the living room with the TV turned on for a couple hours. I don’t mind the noise...” He turned over towards the opposite side of the bed, away from where Bailey sat stunned by her nightmarish visions. When he didn’t hear an answer or feel a response from her movements, he tiredly called out towards her, “Come back to bed, darling. Let her sleep for another hour.”

  “It’s not Lily, Leo. But I can’t. I, um, I don’t think I can fall back asleep.” Bailey’s voice shook unevenly as she pulled the silky blue comforter off of her legs. The cool breeze from the changing seasons sent shivers down her spine.

  He lifted the covers off of his naked body, “I think I know a way I can get you back in this bed…”

  She shook her head again, repeating herself, “I can’t go back to bed.”

  The sound of her wavering caught him off guard. He pushed himself off the center of the bed to his elbows as he asked, “Why not? What’s going on? Is there something wrong?” He yawned, winking his eyes awake to focus.

  “There’s nothing wrong,” she said, still trembling. “I—uh—I just—I just had a—a—a nightmare.” Bailey flashed a quick, sly smile at him. “Seriously. It was just a dream. I’ll—I’ll be okay.” She knew she wasn’t believable. She could barely keep her voice still, let alone prove to him that there wasn’t something more.

  “How about I stay up with you? I mean, after all, we don’t have to sleep in this bed.” He smiled wickedly. His crooked lips slightly jumping up.

  Bailey couldn’t deny that a distraction would probably help her feel better. She watched him as he threw his legs over the side of the king bed and walked tantalizingly slow towards where she sat. He knelt before her, taking her shaking hands to his mouth. He kissed them gently and then crept up slowly towards her mouth. Their lips linked, hers still needing reassurance while his were happy to take on the task.

  He rocked her backwards as she fell into the fluffy white and blue silky comforter. She could feel her body sink into the bed as his weight pressed into her. He was gentle today, the early morning still taking hold of him.

  Leo touched her forehead, feeling the hair between his fingertips as he continued to kiss her. Every time they had made love, he had noticed something more beautiful about her. Today, it was her hair and the way the sun had made it lighter like a halo.

  He wanted to treat her like glass, to hold her tenderly as if she would break if he squeezed too hard. But the way she had parted her lips just wide enough for his tongue to slip through brought him back to reality. Leo wanted Bailey. And he wanted her now.

  Leo lowered himself down her body, lapping at her skin as he traveled. Her purple silk robe clung to the curve of her breasts and hips as the material revealed her soft, downy flesh. He found where the robe parted against her legs, her naked slit tempting him to go lower.

  He gave in. His lips suctioning at the top as his tongue flicked into the crease. Bailey’s hands grabbed hold of the blanket as her hips lifted to his face. Leo pushed her legs open with his body, placing his shoulders behind her knees. His elbows rested up against the bed as he laid into her, his mouth sucking and kissing. Her scent called to him as he lapped into her, diving his face further into her bush.

  She squealed as his tongue flicked inside her labia and tasted her wetness. His tongue probed her entire length from bottom to top, and he finally found what he was searching for—her clit, engorged and throbbing. He devoured her, at first with just the tip of his tongue, then with more intensity and the entire length of his tongue. And then, without warning, he dove in, sucking hard on her until she screamed out, “LEO! HOLY FUCK, LEO! I’m CUMMING!”

  He came up for air as he licked his lips. Her sweet-honey taste lingered on his lips, “How about a morning shower, Miss Reed?” He stood up, releasing her body. She took hold of his outstretched arm and followed him into the large master bath. Steam wafted over her lithe body,
exciting every inch of her. She shivered as he blew cool breath onto her neck.

  Bailey wasted no time. She kissed down his neck, along his shoulders, down his chest and abs. Her fingers found his ass and squeezed as she kissed over his legs and licked his inner thighs. Her mouth moved quickly, finally finding its way to his cock. She began by teasing the tip, pulling a strand of precum with her. She returned, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, then licked down the long shaft before returning to the top again. She then took him in her mouth entirely, diving her head quickly over his hardness, using her hands to tickle his balls. He gasped in pleasure as she pulled his cock fully into her throat, holding him there before coming back up for air.

  Leo felt a rise building almost from his toes. He grunted and pushed down on her head as she bobbed faster and faster, pushing his hand down rhythmically on her as she went up and down on his shaft. Finally, he could stand it no more; he pulled her up and forced her to stand. She kissed him deeply, throwing her tongue into the back of his mouth. He growled savagely and threw her up against the tile forcefully, her back facing his front.

  Bailey screamed as he plowed his cock directly into her sopping hole. There was no time for pleasantries or tenderness; instead, he took her with urgency, as if his very life depended on the act of fucking her. She clenched her pussy around him, feeling another orgasm building from the sheer force of his thrusts. “Jesus fucking Christ, Leo,” she groaned, “give me that fucking cock! I’m gonna— I’m gonna—”