King's Descendants MC - BOXED SET

by Bella Jewel

  Not at all.

  He takes my hand and leads me through the house, and then, before I know what’s happening, we’re going down to the basement, my stomach is turning and I know whatever is about to happen, it’s not good. He’s going to show me something that I’m not going to be able to fix—I just know it. He’s going to make sure this is something I never come back from.

  “You’re on my side, right?” he asks me, stopping at the door and turning towards me. “You know what I’m doing here is actually helping these women?”

  No.

  “Yes, I know that. Why?”

  “I just need to know you’re not going to freak out.”

  Not freak out?

  I’m already freaking out.

  God, I’m freaking out so damned bad.

  He pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door and when we step inside, every bad thing I could have imagined is nothing compared to what’s in front of me. There’s not one, not two, not ten, not twenty, but at least fifty women in here. They’re all seemingly having a great time, with music, drugs and booze, and he’s got the basement set up like a party house. He’s making damn sure it looks fun. There are beds strewn around in the corners, and food wrappers lying about, but the women . . . they seem, I don’t know, out of it.

  He’s got them drugged, probably something they don’t mind, but all the same, they’re seemingly not concerned that there is a massive group of them down here, or that they’re locked in and can’t get out, and they’re being fed a shit load of free drugs. Are their lives truly so bad that this situation doesn’t scare them? Or do they just think they’re at a party? But what will happen when they realize they’re not and freak out?

  What then?

  “What?” I say, stepping in. Dax locks the door behind me. There’s no getting away from this. This is an overload, an extreme, something that I honestly don’t know how to process. “What is this?”

  “These women are all getting sold. Do you know just how much money there is sitting in here? Millions. Men, especially those overseas, will pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for women like this. All I have to do is sell them. It’s a fuckin’ perfect plan. Peter won’t care that Bennett is dead, because we’re going to do the transaction of a lifetime that’ll set us up long enough for us to find another cop to do our dirty work.”

  Oh god.

  That’s a terrible, terrible fucking plan.

  I’m freaking out. Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert. My knees are going to give out. I feel like I’m going to scream, yet there’s nothing I can do about it. I know I have to play along—I have to, now more than ever, because if don’t I might very well not walk out of here, and he’ll get away with this monstrous act.

  “Where did you find so many of them?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm but even I can hear how afraid I am.

  “Street corners, junkie dens—you name it. I promise them all a better life, give them all the drugs they could ever want, and make sure they have food and alcohol and somewhere to sleep, and they’re happy. They’re happy to be here because they know it’s better than where I got them from. I’ve introduced them to some men who have taken a few of them out and shown them a good time. All it takes is word of mouth, and they all trust me. The stupid fucking idiots trust me.”

  Oh my god.

  Monster.

  Sick fucking monster.

  “H-h-how long are you going to keep them here?” I dare to ask, even though the answer absolutely terrifies me.

  “A week, tops. I’ve got buyers, big-time men overseas who make a fuckin’ heap of cash out of women like this. I’ll sell them off, bunch by bunch, and then I’ll disappear for a while until we can get things back on track.”

  He turns to me, eyes meeting mine. “Come with me.”

  “That’s . . . you wanted me to move in before, and now you want me to leave? Dax . . .”

  “Move in. Leave. As long as it’s together, who cares?”

  “Can we focus on this right now? You were freaking out only days ago about Bennett and telling Peter, and now you’ve got this going. What if the cops come looking for Bennet?”

  “It’ll take them a while to figure it out. We’ll be long gone by then.”

  That’s what he thinks.

  “What about paper trails? They’re going to be led to this house eventually, and everything you have here will lead them to you. You’ll never be able to come back. You’re not thinking about the big picture. You told me if they look, they’re going to find what they need.”

  He stares at me. “That’s not for you to worry about. All I need you to do is help me. Help me get these women sold.”

  “You want me to . . . help you?” I swallow, my stomaching twisting.

  “Yes.”

  “Can we get out of here? I don’t feel well.”

  He nods, and just as he’s about to step out, a woman stumbles up to him. They’re all attractive women—not stunning, but they’re not bad to look at. The one who comes over to us is high as a kite, and clearly drunk. She smiles at Dax and puts her hand on his arm, slurring, “Where have you been, big boy?”

  He puts on the most dazzling smile I’ve ever seen and gently takes her shoulder in his hand. “I’ve been getting some supplies. I wouldn’t want my girls to miss out.”

  She giggles. “You’re so nice. I can’t believe we found you. We’re lucky.”

  Honey, you’re not lucky. You’re fucked.

  “You should stay. Party with us?” she asks.

  “I will, I promise. But right now I’ve got to get some things. I’ll have you all brought down some food soon. What would you like?”

  “Pizza!” she cries, throwing a hand in the air.

  “Pizza it is.” He turns, leading me out of the room. The door is closed and locked, and that’s that. Those women, even if they start to fight, aren’t getting out of there. What if, though, they do figure it out and band together? He’d never be able to take more than fifty women down. Has he even considered that? I’m not sure I want to ask, because quite honestly, the answer will probably terrify me.

  I just want to get out of here.

  I need to get the hell out before my composure cracks and I lose it.

  I need to get Alarick.

  The club.

  And we need to fix this.

  Now.

  I HAVE TO WAIT FOR a lift into the club, and I’m like a cat on hot bricks as I do. When one finally arrives, I get in and order the older member to take me there as quickly as possible. He does and the second we’re safe, I launch out of the truck and run inside. It’s nighttime now, and the guys are clearly having some sort of party because there are skimpy women walking around everywhere.

  Great.

  I shove through the people to find Alarick standing at the bar, Briella by his side, laughing with Cohen. They’ve got beers in their hands, and they seem to be having a grand old time. That’s about to change.

  I shove past a woman who is currently making out with Kendric by the bar. She’s got her hands all over him, and he’s got a handful of her ass. No doubt they’re going to disappear into a room very soon. Or not. I’m fairly certain these women don’t care. That’s what they’re here for—a good time, not a long time.

  I finally make it to Alarick, and the moment he sees me, the smile falls from his face.

  “Waverly, what’s wrong?”

  “We need to talk. Now.”

  He nods, and we’re out of the bar and into his office in a matter of minutes. Cohen comes in too. Briella shuts the door and locks it, and then they all look to me.

  “He’s lost his mind,” I say, my voice a little shaky. “He’s got women, a lot of fucking women. Alarick, there’s got to be over fifty. He’s going to sell the lot of them, make a big profit, and disappear until they can find another cop and the heat off Bennett is gone. He’s got them all locked in this basement and . . . oh god, he’s just feeding them drugs and alcohol. He’s pro
mising them all this amazing stuff . . .”

  “Slow down,” Cohen says, handing me a bottle of whiskey. “You’re freakin’ out, babe. Settle.”

  I swallow, nod, and then take a big sip of the whiskey. It burns the whole way down, but the moment it hits my stomach, I feel a little warmer and a little less panicked.

  “How did he get so many women?” Alarick asks me.

  “He just picked them up off the streets and from junkie dens, as he called them. He has sent a few of them out with rich men, and those girls have come back and talked, and now they all believe they’re being sent to this amazing place where they’re going to have a better life. Not to mention he has them that strung out on drugs, they probably don’t care. Right now, they’re all having their addictions fed for free. He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

  “Fuck,” Alarick growls.

  “This is so bad,” Briella whispers, shaking her head. “We’re running out of time.”

  “Bennett is the least of our problems,” Cohen grunts. “We need to get those fuckin’ girls out of there.”

  “We need to send the cops in!” I say, my voice frantic. “Call Zariah. Have her send a team out there. They’ll see what he’s doing and that’ll be the end of him.”

  “No,” Alarick says, shaking his head. “No, they won’t be able to just search his house; that isn’t how it works. It’ll take them time to get a warrant to do that. We need to get those women out so he can’t sell them and disappear.”

  “What about Bennett’s body?” I ask, my voice frantic. “If they find the women, they’re going to find that, and I’m . . .”

  “She’s right. They’re going to link the two pretty quickly and search, find that body, and it’ll be over with,” Cohen agrees.

  “I need to think,” Alarick growls. “Fuck, I need to think.”

  The cops are suddenly looking like the worst idea here. If we call them in, we’re risking so much.

  “I think we stick to the plan,” Briella carefully adds, and Alarick looks up at her. “I think we get the body out, and then when it’s gone and it’s safe, we get the girls out. At least then, if and when the cops show up, the body is still gone and Waverly is safe.”

  “You have a point,” Cohen nods. “If we can do both without interference, then we’ll be better off.”

  “How the fuck are we goin’ to get in there, get a body out, and get over fifty girls out of that house without Dax knowin’ about it?” Alarick asks.

  “Me,” I say, swallowing. “You’ll have to use me.”

  Alarick looks to me, and I go on.

  “He trusts me; he wants me. I just need to get him away for one night. Just me and him. We can go somewhere, and that’ll give you all time to get everything done there. He’ll lose it if he goes back and all those girls are gone. He’ll lose it and he’ll do something stupid; we’ll let Zariah take it from there.”

  “How are we goin’ to get those girls out?” Alarick asks. “You know where he keeps the key?”

  “I’ll pay attention. I’ll go over tomorrow night and I’ll stay. I don’t want to but I will. I’ll watch what he does, where he puts things and find out where the security cameras are. All we need to do is get him out, just for a night. I can do that, with the promise of things that he wants.”

  “It’s risky,” Cohen murmurs. “It might not be safe for you, Waverly. A whole night alone with him . . . He’s goin’ to want things you’re not willing to give.”

  I swallow, feeling sick. “I’ll be okay. Just worry about getting this finished so I never have to see him again.”

  “It’s the best plan we’ve got.” Alarick nods. “I’ll talk to the rest of the club, sort it out tomorrow. For now, we just need to enjoy the night and try not to think about what a fuckin’ shit show this has become.”

  I nod, and then rub my arms. “I don’t know about you guys, but I need a drink.”

  Briella nods, and hooks her arm through mine, and we walk out. I need something to take my mind off what just happened, and alcohol seems like a valid choice. We head to the bar, and order a vodka and orange each before sitting on bar stools. Briella turns to me and her eyes are soft, concerned. “Are you okay, honey?”

  “I’m fine. Everything is just chaos at the moment, but I’m fine.”

  “If you don’t feel safe, you do not have to go back in there. They’ll find another way . . .”

  I shake my head. “I have to go back in there. I have to finish this.”

  She nods. “You’re strong, Waverly. Stronger than me, I swear!”

  I laugh. “I doubt that, honey. Hey, is Mykel here?”

  Briella nods, and looks around. “He might be out back.”

  “Mind if I go find him?”

  She wiggles her brows. “Go for it.”

  I finish the rest of my drink and walk through the big groups of people, looking for him. I don’t find him out back, or in any of the living areas, so I go into some of the rooms. I find him in the second room down, and what I see him doing has my stomach flipping and my whole body coming to a complete standstill.

  He’s leaning against a pool table, pants down, arms crossed, and there’s a woman on the ground in front of him, on her knees, sucking his cock. For a moment, I can do nothing but stare in complete horror as her head bobs up and down. He’s got his eyes closed, his jaw is tight, and the very sight of it makes my heart feel like it’s going to explode. It hurts so much.

  I didn’t expect that I’d feel something for him, not after everything, but seeing him right now just proves that I was wrong about that.

  I care far more than I realized.

  Just as I’m about to turn and rush out, his eyes open and meet mine. For a moment, we just stare at each other. I don’t know how to react. I don’t know what to do or what to say. Our eyes remain locked, and I let my feelings burst forth. “You’re a pig.”

  I turn and run out, my whole body about to erupt in a fit of emotions I don’t understand. I make it halfway down the hall when a hand wraps around my upper arm and I’m pulled to a stop. I spin around and angrily, I see Mykel standing, jeans still half undone, his face tight. “What the fuck was that?” he demands, his voice rough and husky.

  I hate that.

  I hate it because it means it felt good.

  Knowing that makes me want to scream.

  “Get away from me,” I snap.

  “What, I repeat, the fuck was that?”

  His voice is harsh now, demanding.

  “Go fuck yourself, Mykel. If you were going to use me, you could have at least warned me first.”

  I shove at him so hard he stumbles backwards. My small body might not have a lot of force, but when I put all my might in, I can make someone move. I shove him, and then I do it over and over again, hitting his chest until he lashes out and before I know it, I’m slammed against the wall, his hand around my throat.

  I’m completely stunned and shocked as he leans in close, so close his mouth is almost touching mine. We’re both panting, both wild with rage. He’s hanging onto me tightly, but not tightly enough that I lose oxygen. He’s completely silenced me in this one movement, completely rendered me voiceless. He bares his teeth in rage and growls, “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

  “Does anything that happened between us mean something to you, or were you just using me for a bit of sex? Because I sure as hell thought it was a bit more than that,” I spit, reaching up to grab his wrist as my breathing becomes a little labored.

  He leans in even closer, growling, “I never claimed that we were anything. Not fuckin’ once. I told you after the first time it was once, and then you came back. You asked for me. You fuckin’ wanted to sample another taste.”

  “You never said no!” I cry. “You were sharing things with me! You made it seem like it was worth something. If it wasn’t, you could have made that clear. You could have warned me you’d be sticking your dick in other people while sticking it in me. You’re a god damned assh
ole!”

  “I promised you nothing. Not once. If you wanted prince fuckin’ charming, then you were lookin’ in the wrong castle.”

  Oh my god.

  “You’re so broken,” I whisper, shaking my head. “So fucking broken.”

  “Yeah,” he snarls, letting me go. “Yeah, I am. Don’t act like you didn’t fuckin’ know that.”

  With that, he turns and strides off.

  I press a hand to my throat, trying to catch my breath.

  I don’t know what the hell just happened.

  All I know is it took my feet out from beneath me.

  The air from my lungs.

  Mykel just effectively crushed me, without even trying.

  He fucking broke me.

  15

  WAVERLY

  I rub at my throat for hours after my little encounter with Mykel. I try to figure out what happened. Over and over, I try to understand how we went from getting along to that. What did I do that made him so damned angry? What did I say? I have missed something; I just don’t know what it is. The pain in my chest is bigger than I could have imagined, feeling like it runs to my very soul.

  It hurt.

  What he did tonight hurt.

  What he said tonight hurt.

  He went out of his way to cause me pain—I just don’t understand why.

  I get home and it’s late, so late I feel like I’m going to pass out from exhaustion. Yet again, today was horrible and caused me more trauma than I’ve prepared myself for. I think about those girls. I think about the plan. I think about everything that could go wrong. It’s going to blow up, and I’m scared of being in the firing line. I’m scared of the people I love being in the firing line.

  I don’t expect Mykel to come home, yet I find myself waiting for him anyway. I want to know what happened. I need to know why he lost it so badly. I also need to get the hell out of this house because I can’t live here anymore. I know it’s the safest place for me, but Alarick doesn’t understand that slowly, it’s eating away at my heart.

  I need to be anywhere else.

  I’m sitting at the kitchen counter when the front door opens. I turn, surprised to see Mykel coming inside the house. He’s drunk—I can tell the moment his eyes meet mine. I also know this because behind him is a woman, a gorgeous woman. Not the woman he was with tonight. This one looks a little more classy, like he’s picked her up from a bar, not the club. She’s wearing a tight dress, she’s blonde, and she’s so damned pretty my heart plummets into my chest.