by Erin Trejo
“Don’t act like one.”
“Asshole.”
“I plan on shovin’ my cock in yours later. Now get that sexy ass in the car so we can go handle your daddy issues.”
19
Keaton
We sit in the car as I look up at the house. Well, mansion. That’s not a fucking house. I’ve never seen anything like that shit.
“Think we should go in or do you think his ESP is going strong today?” Skye fucks with me and I can’t help but like it.
“What do you think is gonna happen when we pull up to that gate?” I ask looking over at her. She giggles before she rests her hand on my arm.
“Is the big bad biker afraid?” She asks me in a baby voice. I want to slap the hell out of her but that can wait until later.
“You’re the one that said they don’t like bikers, Skye.” I think that’s an important piece of information to remind her of.
“Take the cut off. Then he will never know,” she raises an eyebrow. Shaking my head, I slip my arms out of my cut, fold it and slip it into the back seat.
“Don’t go after your brother. We need to see how your dad reacts first,” I warn her. I don’t have a plan at this point. Skye was hell bent on coming here and I know there would have been no way to stop her so I came along. I don’t know what the fuck we’re walking into and that part bothers me.
“Should I warn you against the same?”
“Probably.” I put the car in drive and pull toward the gate all the while my heart is stammering in my chest. I hate not having enough intel in this kind of situation. I roll the window down the closer I get. The guard stands there glaring at me as if I’m crazy as hell for being here. Fuck, I might be.
“Jasper?” Skye leans over the seat and into my lap smiling out the window.
“Miss DeLuca. What a pleasant surprise,” he says but his eyes don’t convey the same pleasantries.
“Can you call and let dad know I’m here,” she asks sweetly. I wonder where this little shit came from. She hasn’t been this nice to me. I glance at her while he pulls his cell phone.
“When do I get this sweet treatment?” I whisper. She turns her head and kisses me gently, “There. Now shut up.” I shake my head as the man next to us waves us on.
“I don’t like this. No way out,” I grumble as I take in the area. Gated entrance typically means if there’s another exit somewhere, it’s hidden. I don’t like the unknown. Pulling up in front, I park the car when the front door flies open. A man in an expensive looking suit stands there with wide eyes. Skye leaps from the car and runs up the stairs throwing herself into the man’s arms. He hugs her tightly. I climb out and walk around the car, watching the scene in front of me as it unfolds.
“And you are?” the man asks me when he pulls away from Skye. She wipes her eyes and motions for me to come up the steps. I’m nervous and unsure of all this. I don’t mess in the mafia world and I don’t know what to expect. Climbing the staircase cautiously, I make sure to never take my eyes off the guy.
“Dad, this is Keaton.” Something registers on his face when Skye says my name.
“You’re the hired guard,” he says as if he knows me. Then it all hits me.
“You hired me?” I ask confused. He nods his head when Skye moves and wraps her arm around my waist.
“What is this?” He snaps pointing at her arm.
“What do you mean?” She asks innocently. I have to stop the chuckle that threatens to escape me. She’s such a little smartass.
“This! Why are you holding him as if you’re together?” Skye must be able to feel my body tense.
“We are together. Why did you hire him?”
“I hired three. Where are the others?” He looks around as if they may appear from thin air. I don’t want to give up my position too easily so I calmly reply, “Around.”
“This makes no sense. What are you doing here?” he asks once more.
“Liam DeLuca, this is Keaton. Keaton, meet my dad,” Skye introduces us by name this time. I figure I’ll be the bigger man and extend my hand to him. When he takes it I’m almost shocked especially after what Skye had told me about them not liking bikers. Seems funny that they’d hire some.
“Come inside. Clearly when have a lot to talk about.” DeLuca turns on his heel and walks in with me and Skye right behind him. As soon as we’re inside the doors close and I can hear the lock click into place. Most of the time, that would alarm me but for some reason I feel as calm as can be. We follow her dad through the house to a living area where he gestures for us to sit. Skye pulls me down next to her on a huge couch while he takes a seat in the chair across from us.
“Why are you here?” His question isn’t for me. He’s staring right at Skye.
“We needed to talk to you. I needed to talk to you. Who the hell is after me and why did you hire them?” Her attitude is off and I can’t say I don’t like it. She’s being feisty and feisty Skye makes my cock hard.
“I hired them to protect you,” he says dryly.
“From who?” DeLuca looks away before slowly pulling his gaze back hers.
“Your brother.” The gasp that escaped her didn’t go unnoticed. I slip my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to my body wanting to protect her from this.
“Why? Why would he want me dead, dad?” She asks the hint of a sob in her throat.
“I’m dying, Skye. Someone needs to take my place. You made it clear you didn’t want to but Antonio knows that I signed it all to you anyway. He wasn’t happy with me. He warned me that I was making the wrong choice. I didn’t listen to him. You are the oldest. You deserve everything.”
“I don’t want it!” She screams cutting him off.
“I know you don’t but you are a DeLuca!”
“No. I’m an Xavier! I never asked to be a DeLuca and for as long as I’ve been alive you’ve known I don’t want this. I’m not ruthless. I’m not a killer, dad.” Tears slowly stream down her cheeks killing another piece of me.
“I wrote that into the will. You may do what you please with the fortune, Skye. When I wrote out my will I left you with everything except my place as the head of this family. Your uncle will take my place but the money is yours to what you please. We only have one problem,” he says the words solemnly.
“What problem?” I ask with a growl.
“My son. Her brother. He believes if he can remove her that everything will be his. That is not a choice I was willing to make. He was reckless, unstable. Always has been which is why he was never in the running to take my place.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him. He said that he would handle his problems and that’s when I hired you to protect her,” he says looking me in the eyes.
“You lost him? You didn’t track him? Did you know that he blew her fuckin’ car up? Or that he tried to shoot her?” I roar before standing from my spot and moving toward him. Skye screams behind me but my focus is locked on him. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, I rip him from his seat.
“Keaton! Stop!”
“She could have been killed!” I growl in his face.
“That’s why I hired you!” he screams at me in return.
“You son of a bitch!” I pull one hand back into a fist ready to fuck his world up when she grabs ahold of me.
20
Skye
Keaton’s fist shakes in my hand. He wants so badly to hit him but this isn’t his fault.
“Keaton, please,” I beg him. His eyes stay locked on my dad until he slowly begins to relax. His hand comes down and he releases the hold he had on him. Taking a step back, he jerks me roughly into his chest, smashing his lips against the top of my head.
“I didn’t know what he was doing but I wanted to make sure someone was watching her.” His words aren’t directed at me.
“Well I did fuckin’ watch her and he tried to kill her. I would suggest you get your ass in motion and find that son of a bitch,” Kea
ton barks.
“I’ve had people on it. They’re still looking for him. He’s smart on some fronts.” I release a sigh as my dad and Keaton have a stare down. It pisses me off that Antonio would go this far even knowing that I wanted nothing to do with this life.
“I’m going to ask that you stay here until we find him, Skye,” my dad says locking eyes with me.
“As long as Keaton stays too.” My dad shakes his head slowly.
“I don’t keep the hired help, Skye, you know that. He did his job, I’m sure he has other places to be.” My body trembles but not from fear. It’s anger and I want nothing more than to snap and slap my dad in the face. Keaton can feel it simmering in me, I know he can. His hand tightens around me, holding me closer.
“It’s fine, Skye. You’re safer here than in some shitty ass motel,” Keaton utters. Whipping my head around, I scowl at him.
“I’m safe with you! Don’t you dare turn this into a fight Keaton,” I snap. Keaton’s lips curl into a smirk as a chuckle escapes him.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good. Let’s go.” Grabbing Keaton’s hand I head toward the door when my dad stops me.
“Just wait. You both can stay. You did protect her up until now. You have my respect for that.” I watch my dad wondering if he’s going to say something else but he doesn’t. He just smiles slightly and turns on his heel leaving us standing alone in the room.
“That was fuckin’ awkward,” Keaton mumbles.
“Just a little. Want to order something to eat? I’m starving.” Grabbing Keaton’s hand I lead him toward the staircase and up to my old room. We pass a few of my dad’s guys on the way but they don’t say a word which I’m grateful for.
“I can’t believe that little shithole you lived in compared to this shit,” Keaton states.
“My apartment was not that bad.” Pushing my door open, it’s still the same as I left it. I take in my old room as Keaton follows.
“This is some shit. I never pegged you for the pink fluffy shit,” he chuckles. I shoot him a look before smiling and shaking my head.
“It’s not really my thing. It was always done for me like everything else in my life.” I drop onto the bed and stare up at Keaton. His eyes are bright and full of love. I can’t stop looking at him.
“What did you want when you were younger?” Keaton saunters over and sits on the bed next to me, his arm circling my waist.
“I didn’t know. I never knew what I wanted to be. What I did know was that this wasn’t for me. I wanted a life, a family, kids. I didn’t want to kill and be known as a DeLuca.”
“You want kids?” Keaton asks shifting closer to me. I snuggle into his embrace and nod.
“Who wouldn’t? I want to be a mom that I never had. I want to be someone that my child could look up to. My mom left right after Antonio was born. Dad never said why and I didn’t care to find out. I want more than that, you know?” Keaton smiles broadly before kissing me. His warm soft lips are inviting. I kiss him back with equal enthusiasm. His hands run up my neck then through my hair. I love the feel of him touching me, caressing me.
“Ever fucked a biker in daddy’s house?” He whispers as his lips move across my cheek and down my neck. I’m so lost in the feel of him that the world could explode around us and I wouldn’t even notice.
“No but I want to.” He sucks the skin of my neck into his mouth and a moan escapes me.
“You like that?” He asks, his tongue running down my neck to my shoulder. His hands move slipping beneath my shirt. The touch of skin on skin drives me wild. My breath catches in my throat when his fingers tug my nipples into hardened peaks. I arch into his touch needing him to be closer and with less clothing.
“Thought you were hungry?” He asks with a chuckle. I groan and grab his shirt, pulling and tugging.
“For you I am.” Keaton pulls back, his eyes dancing with fire. I love that look on him. He’s so fucking gorgeous.
“Get it all off,” He growls while he stands from the bed. I watch him pull his shirt over his head revealing all the muscles and tattoos that make my body hum. He watches me intently as I stand and pull my clothes off. When I’m completely naked he smirks and shoves me onto the bed. My body bounces as I giggle and watch him climb on between my legs.
“Do you even realize the power you have over me, Skye?” His question throws me off. I wasn’t expecting him to say anything like that.
“Do you realize the power you have over me?” Throwing his question back at him he smiles before leaning down and brushing his lips over mine. His kiss is slow and passionate. I can feel his cock hard and ready when I lift my leg and hook it around his hip. He moans and slowly slides inside of me. My hands wrap around his shoulders as he slowly moves in and out. In and out. My nails skim over his flesh, his groans sending me higher.
“I’ve never fucked someone without protection, Skye,” he whispers as though I needed to hear the words.
“I trust you.”
“Fuck me.” Keaton rolls us over so that I’m on top of him, straddling his hips. I roll my hips and throw my head back feeling him so much deeper this way. I don’t know where my head is at but all I want is to feel him. Nothing else matters to me but Keaton.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” he says wrapping his hands around my waist and guiding me down. I feel so full of him that I never want him to stop but when we hear the shots fired, we both jolt. I climb off him quickly letting a little scream escape my throat. Keaton’s on his feet pulling his clothes on in record time. His bare chest glistens with sweat and if I didn’t hear the sound of gunshots I would want to lick every drop off him.
“Stay the fuck in this room,” he points at me and orders. I’m already pulling my clothes back on as he speaks, shaking my head.
“No way in hell.”
“Skye!” he snaps.
“You might as well kill me to keep me in here. I’m coming with you.”
21
Keaton
The girl is fucking stubborn as all hell. If I didn’t hear more shots being fired and the sounds getting closer, I would have spanked her fucking ass for her. Instead, I’m passing her one of my guns and making sure she stays behind me.
“Don’t make a fuckin’ sound,” I hiss at her. She rolls her eyes at me and fuck do I want to be back inside of her. This shit better be good. We creep down the hallway pressed against the wall when we I hear it.
“Oh, dear sister!” Skye gasps behind me. I turn to look at her and mouth her brother’s name. She nods her head, her face losing all color. I’m about to shove her back toward her room when he rounds the corner.
“There you are!” He smiles holding the gun in his hand, aimed at me. “And you are that pain in the ass I can’t seem to get rid of.”
“Why are you doing this, Antonio? I told you before I didn’t want this!” Skye screams next to me. The awkward standoff we’re in could turn deadly. His gun aimed at me, mine at him and Skye losing herself in emotions.
“Yes, so you said but dad didn’t seem to think that way. Everything was for you, sister. Everything. Where did I fit in?” he asks stepping a little closer before he continues. “That’s right. I didn’t. I never have because I wasn’t competent enough to take over. At least that’s what dad said before he died.”
A sob escapes Skye before I reach for her. I pull her into my side keeping her top the back of me as much as I can.
“You killed him?” She asks pulling away from me quickly. The gun in her hand points at her brother but she’s shaking. Even if she fired, she would likely miss.
“He meant nothing, Skye! You know this as well as I do. Now all I need to do is take care of you and that’s that,” he says as if he’s having a normal brother sister conversation.
“You won’t touch her,” I growl. His eyes light up with amusement as he looks to me.
“Bikers. I thought it was amusing that dad would hire such trash and filth to watch her. You did go slumming a little though
, didn’t you sis?” Anger rushes through my veins, the thought of carving his heart out of his chest flashing before my eyes.
“He’s more of a man than you will ever be. You could have had it all, Antonio! I didn’t want it!” Skye yells again.
“Do you think he would have let me have it with you alive? He wouldn’t!” he snaps. The heat in his eyes is all I need to see. This is going to go badly. He’s unhinged and I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
“Let’s just handle this quietly, shall we? Biker, how much do you want to walk the fuck out of here?” He must have lost his goddamn mind. His eyes dance over my face before moving over my bare chest and back. “Oh, please don’t tell me that you have feelings for her?” When his eyes meet mine, he must be able to see the war. I want to lie and say no just to keep her safe but what’s the point?
“You won’t touch her. You want her? Kill me,” I aim for his head and he aims for my chest. We stare each other down and without a second thought I move. I pull the trigger as I shove Skye to the ground. Pain shoots through my body as I slam to the floor. My vision blurs as I try to blink it back into view. I can hear Antonio groan from the other side of the room. Skye shoves me off her and climbs to her feet.
“Skye!” I call her name as I sit up in a haze. The room spins and my stomach rolls. Leaning against the wall, I try to pull myself up but fall back to the ground. I can hear her walking toward him and my heart races. If anything happens to her I will fucking lose myself.
“Skye!” I yell again but she doesn’t answer me. All I hear is her laughing.
“You tried to have me killed. You blew up my fucking car! What kind of little shit does that? What kind of brother are you?” Her screams echo through the otherwise silent hallway.
“Fuck…fuck you. I hated you…never...wanted a sister.” I can hear Antonio gasp as he says the words.
“I wanted a brother. I thought you loved me when you helped me get away from all of this but now I see that was all just a plan. You never gave a damn about me.” My vision finally clears and I turn my head to look at her. She stands over him, the gun aimed at his chest, her hands surprisingly not shaking right now. Her face is fierce. I shove up the way, holding the bullet hole that it’s my chest as I walk toward her.
