Deviance (The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 3)

by K E Osborn

  I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m pregnant which makes everything feel more sensitive, more lustful than normal, but right now he’s only just thrust inside of me, and I feel like I’m right on the edge.

  “Shit, Konnor,” I somehow blurt out.

  He takes that as his cue to start moving.

  Hard.

  Fast.

  Unrelenting.

  I can hardly keep up with him. He’s moving so untamed, wild, feral. He’s fucking me. The sound of skin slapping echoes through the room, the force of his thrusts only makes for waves of deep pleasure to roll through me. I can hardly catch my breath as I try to keep up with him.

  His form of punishment I’ll take any day of the week. Fuck me! I need this every day of the week. If fucking feels this good, I want to do it all day long while I’m pregnant. I don’t care how fucking big I get.

  His hand slides down from my waist underneath me. I chew on my bottom lip as his finger finds its way to my clit pressing on it, making everything heighten even more. It’s like the world shifts, and I gasp for much-needed air. My back arches as my skin riddles in sweat. I flame so hot I can barely contain myself. Lights flash behind my eyes as I scream out his name.

  “Konnor,” I yell as I explode in the most excruciatingly amazing orgasm of my life. My muscles contract so tight I feel myself squeezing around his cock as he groans, jolting still. I feel his cock throb then unload inside of me with untamed force.

  “Fuck,” he roars as his fingers grip onto my hips so tight I think it might bruise my already bruised body.

  We both pant as I collapse to the bed. Both our bodies drop from the exhaustion. He falls to my side pulling out of me as he goes. I turn my head to the side to face him, then he smiles at me while reaching out swiping some hair from my face.

  “Fuck! My desires got the better of me, and I treated you roughly. I’m a dickhead.”

  “I know you’d never hurt me. Besides, I like it when you punish me,” I murmur.

  He chuckles. “I can punish you whenever you want, Sparx.”

  I lean over planting a soft kiss on his lips, the moment now tender unlike the hard fucking from moments before. I like how we can go from hard to soft. We have variations in our relationship, and we know exactly how to deal with each other.

  This is why we work.

  We know each other so well.

  This is why I know we will work.

  Why we have to work.

  Because together, we just… fit.

  Laying in Trax’s bed, his arms around me, I can’t help but think being pregnant makes sex feel even better. Is that possible? I need to Google that shit. If it is the case, we’re going to be having a lot of sex. Letting out a contented sigh, I glance around his room, taking in its size. It’s big. Not huge, but much larger than my room. I know I need to make the move now. Being pregnant and claimed means I need to be in here with my man. I have to move my things in and be with him, but we also need to make this room baby friendly.

  Rolling on my side, I rest on my elbow looking at Trax as he continues to lay on his back looking at the wall.

  “We’re going to have to move out my desk, maybe paint the walls. Make this a real little family area. I have a heap of closet space, so there’s no worry about all your stuff fitting in here. But you are moving in here, Sparx. Don’t even think about fighting me on this.”

  I run my finger up and down his bare chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m your Old Lady. I belong in here with you. I was actually just thinking about moving all my stuff in here. I would like to keep my room as an office, though. I want us to just be a family in here, and work should be separated.”

  Trax grabs my arms, spinning me, so I fall back to the bed as he moves in on top of me. I giggle as he looks down then gently places a kiss on my nose. “As it should be.” He continues to look down at me with nothing but love in his eyes.

  I move my hand up to caress his cheek. “Tell me… do you want a girl or a boy?”

  He rolls off me, laying back on the bed pulling me into his chest for a cuddle. “It has to be a boy. I don’t know what the fuck I’d do if it were a girl.”

  I let out a laugh. “You’d spoil her like a fucking princess.”

  He lets out another contented sigh. “Yeah… yeah, I would. Maybe I do want a girl after all…” His face contorts. “Oh shit! Then she’s going to want to go on dates when she’s older. No. Fuck! No. It has to be a boy… boys are all I can handle.” He turns toward me, his hand reaching out rubbing my bare tummy. His body bending over as he shuffles down the bed, his lips pressing on my stomach making my heart flutter. My fingers threading through his hair. “You hear me in there, you have to be a boy, so I can teach you how to ride a bike and shoot a gun… I can’t teach a girl that shit.”

  “Why the hell can’t you teach a girl that? I know how to ride and shoot a gun?”

  He looks up at me, his brows creasing as he takes in this information. “Well, shit! Yeah, I suppose you do. Crap! I’m going to have a biker brat. Fuck… I’m going to be a dad,” he gushes excitedly making me smile so wide, loving how enthusiastic he is right now.

  Seeing him happy is making me happy. Knowing he’s in this with me makes everything that little bit easier. This is by no means going to be easy, but maybe, just maybe, it might be the best thing to happen to both of us.

  Trax

  One Week Later

  The last week with Sparx has been great. Knowing we have an appointment in a week with the OB/GYN to see the baby for the first time is all I can think about. But Enzo has been on our case and, to be honest, I don’t blame him. While I’m celebrating the surprise of bringing my child into the world, he’s dealing with the departure of his, and we need to get our asses in gear and get this sorted for him before the Scarsis won’t accept the trade.

  Enzo has already told them we have a woman to trade in Zia’s place. Torque was able to get Cindi prepped and prepared for the handover. Woman is crazy if you ask me, but if she’s down for it, then more praise to Cindi, and the club will be indebted to her.

  Ace has uploaded a file on Cindi making her seem like she has no past, no connections other than the club, and it’s as if no one will miss her. The file is really convincing if you ask me. It contains everything including her fighting abilities.

  So today, we’re heading off into Scarsi territory to make the trade. Cindi for Zia, and hope like hell nothing goes wrong. We’re all mingling in the clubhouse ready to ride out to the meet point.

  Ruby is holding onto Cindi like she’ll never see her again. I exhale hating that if this all goes south, we could lose Cindi—this is a huge fucking risk.

  Sparx is standing back in the corner watching. She knows a little of what’s going on but not the full extent. I didn’t want to scare her.

  Kline walks up to Cindi along with Ace. “Cindi, Ace has designed a tracker that’s untraceable to outside sources. If you’re scanned, no one will pick it up, but the club will be able to see where you are at all times.” Kline holds up a syringe, and Cindi nods with a bright smile.

  “Of course you did, Ace,” Cindi beams. “I swear if Cyberdyne Systems ever exists, you’re gonna be working there,” she calls out, and we all chuckle at the Terminator reference as Kline injects the small bug into Cindi’s underarm.

  “Okay, we all know how this goes. We play by Enzo’s rules, follow his lead. It’s his family on the line here. Disperse,” Torque calls out.

  I stride over to Sparx grabbing her hands and looking her in the eyes. “Look after that baby of ours.”

  She smiles. “Look after you. I can’t do this on my own, Daddy.”

  A beaming smile lights my face as I lean in and kiss her hard, the kiss is quick as Torque sends a sharp whistle through the room. I break away from her as I mouth ‘love you,’ and I turn walking over to Cindi and wrap my arm around her shoulders. “C’mon beautiful, you’re riding with me.”

  She chuckles. “Well, I thought you’
d never ask,” she chimes with a wink.

  Cindi’s grip on me is tight as we ride the twenty-five-minute journey to the Illinois International Port District. It’s further out from both the Andretti and Defiance turf, so we’re heading into Scarsi territory. This is unknown terrain for us. We don’t know exactly how the Scarsi’s operate, Defiance has never dealt with them. We’ve never had to. Enzo bringing us into his war with them doesn’t seem like a good idea to me, but it’s too little too late to back out now.

  When you owe a debt, it must be paid.

  And we owe Enzo.

  Plus, this is something I can’t let pass, nor can my brothers. An innocent eleven-year-old girl being sold into a trafficking ring is not acceptable. We won’t stand for it. I won’t stand for it. So if swallowing my fucking pride when it comes to Enzo and helping the fucker out means I need to step it up, I’m going to.

  The roar of our bikes soars down the street leading to the docks. If we wanted to be unannounced, we went about it the wrong way. But they knew we were coming, so what’s the point in being stealthy? I notice the red Alpha Romeos are already here, and as we slowly pull up, one by one, the engines turning off and dulling the roar to a silence, only the calm, soothing sounds of Lake Michigan roll and rock against the side of the docks.

  Enzo, Franky, and his men step out of the Romeos, and we slide off our rides as Cindi converts into her character immediately. She yanks off her helmet, throwing it to the ground, and then starts to bolt. Opening my eyes wide, I race after her, my strides twice the size of hers catching her almost instantly as I grab Cindi around the waist holding her to me. She lets out an almighty scream as she throws her legs in the air, thrashing about.

  “No, let me go. You can’t do this to me, you fucking assholes. I hate you, you motherfucking—”

  I cover her mouth with my hand as I drag her back toward the group and struggle to keep hold of her. I lean against her ear. “You’re doing perfect, keep it up.”

  She struggles even harder, kicking me in my shin. Pain sears through my leg as I let out a grunt. “Fuck!”

  “Feisty. I like her. Maybe she will be better than Zia after all,” a voice chimes from behind us as we all turn to see a bunch of men in well-tailored suits with a bright blue handkerchief hanging out their top pockets. The main guy stares at Cindi and me. She stops kicking for a moment as she glares at the guy. He’s tall, well built, oily black hair slicked back with far too much grease. He has an air about him as his eye twitches in a menacing way. I’m sure women would find him attractive, but there’s something about him, he sends off a vibe, something that screams don’t come near me.

  His lackeys flank him either side, none as tall as him as they stare us all down. The tension in the air rife with unspoken words.

  Enzo steps forward, the hard edge in his stance lets me know he isn’t fucking around. “If you’ve hurt Zia, I swear to God, Matteo…”

  I raise my brow. Matteo Scarsi, the Don of the Scarsi Dettagli, in the flesh. Well damn!

  “You’ll what, Enzo? You’re a small fish in a very big pond, stronzo. And I don’t care much for seafood.”

  “Asshole? Is that the best you’ve got?” Enzo goes to lunge forward, but Torque and Franky both reach out grabbing him before he gets himself shot and his little girl shipped off to Cuba. Enzo curls up his lip. “You like what you see in Cindi? Take her and give me back my principessa.”

  Matteo curls up his lip with a shrug, then looks over to Cindi and me. “Bring me the feisty fighter.”

  Cindi screams under my hand, her hot tears run over my fingers and down her face as she kicks against me again. I’m almost having trouble remembering this is all for show. She’s doing such a good job, it’s making me want to light this place up instead of handing her over.

  I struggle to walk with Cindi over toward the Scarsis. I feel every set of eyes on me as she kicks and screams against my hands. But I push through, dragging her in front of Matteo. His eyes linger up and down her body as a sly smile creeps up on his face.

  “I like it when they fight.” His hand comes out grabbing the hem of her top, and he yanks it down, ripping her top right open exposing her naked breast.

  She stills looking down at her top as she tries to back away, but she’s only backing into me as I shudder on the inside hating that she’s going through this.

  Matteo takes a deep breath as he licks his lips, his finger moving out, and he slides it over her neck. She stops thrashing, stilling, her body shaking as his finger slides down her neck and then onto her breast. I feel like a dick for not doing anything as I look away.

  “Enough of the games, Matteo. You have your trade, now give me Zia!” Enzo calls out, and Scarsi snaps his head up dropping his hand from Cindi to look at Enzo.

  “Fine. The girl is a good trade. You can have Zia back, and your effort to get out of trafficking is accepted. But this is it, Enzo. Our alliance is done. You can’t come to me for anything ever again.”

  Enzo nods once, a slight look of relief flooding his features.

  “Bring the principessa, take the fighter. I’m going to have fun with her.” He waves his hand through the air as one of his men yanks Cindi from me. I hesitate to let her go as my hand drops from her mouth, and finally, she’s able to scream to her heart’s content as he pulls her into his arms, fucking guilt consuming me.

  “You fucking traitors, Defiance. I’m going to kill you all for this. How could you do this to me, you fucking biker scum-ass bastards? I hate you, Trax,” she screams making me glance up at her as he drags her inside, but she looks right at me as he pulls her through the door. “I hate you,” she yells, but I catch the sly smile on her lips and the wink she throws my way.

  Fuck, she’s so damn good. She really does need to be an actress. I just hope whatever they do to her, she can handle because that performance really had me fooled.

  Another man walks out with a small girl in tow, but she has a black sack over her head, and I sigh as I take in the sight. Shit.

  “You put a bag over her head, you fiche fottute!” Enzo runs forward, but suddenly the Scarsis all draw their guns on us. My muscles tense as I grab for my Glock without hesitation, and draw it up aiming it right at Matteo’s head as my brothers all do the same. I notice the Andrettis don’t move.

  Scarsi’s men smile at us as I glance to Torque who holds firm. “I see your bikers aren’t so smart, Enzo, pull on the leash, and if you call me a fucking cunt again, I will revoke our deal.”

  I furrow my brows as I aim it higher and click off the safety making Matteo look directly at me and take a deep breath. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Trax. Things are going smoothly, and if Zia is going to go home tonight, you and your brothers should stow your weapons. Now.”

  “You drew yours first, we’re just playing copycat,” I mock.

  He chuckles. “I like you.” He looks to Torque and raises his brow. “I like him, president. Watch him, he has spirit… drop your guns, boys. Enzo, get the girl, let’s get this all over with. I’m done with this boring shit.”

  The Scarsi’s all stow their guns, so I click my safety back on and place my Glock down my pants as my brothers follow suit. Enzo races forward and pulls the sack off his daughter’s head. She’s really sweet with curly black hair. Her eyes blink rapidly as she looks up at her dad. Zia’s eyes light up, and then she bursts into tears.

  “Papa!” She throws her arms around her father, and he lifts her up cuddling her to him as the Scarsis turns one by one leaving only Matteo and two guards.

  “You’re done with us, Enzo. We won, remember that.” He grunts then turns, walking inside the building as I step over with Torque to Enzo. Tears fill his eyes as he plants a kiss on his daughter’s face.

  “Zia, I will always fight for you, my principessa.”

  “I know, Papa. I knew you would come.”

  He clears his throat as he looks into her eyes. “Did the bad men hurt you?”

  She shakes her head. “They
gave me milkshakes and a whole load of candy. But I did watch a horror movie, they said you wouldn’t be happy about that.”

  Enzo laughs shaking his head. “Principessa, you can have all the candy in the world. I don’t even care about the movie. You go with Uncle Franky and get in the car. Papa will be with you soon.”

  She nods as he puts her down. Franky takes Zia’s hand and walks her to the bright red car. Enzo turns to Torque and me and lets out a heavy sigh. “Thank you, boys. I mean it. Thank you.”

  I glance back to the building to see all the Scarsis have left. “It’s not over. Plan B has to come into effect yet.”

  Enzo nods. “Yes, let’s hope like hell it works. We need to do everything in our power to make sure it does.”

  MYLEE

  One Week Later

  Things have been tense at the club over the last week. For Trax and me, it’s getting used to this whole pregnancy thing, but for the club, it’s them getting used to Cindi not being here. I know plans are in place to bring her home, I just hope whatever their plan is they can pull it off.

  Today, though, is our first appointment with the OB/GYN. I’m nervous. Trax is doing everything right. He’s making sure to keep me calm, and honestly, I’m so fucking lucky to have him.

  I’ve begun feeling a little queasy, so I think unfortunately morning sickness has started to kick in, which I’m not looking forward to. My knee’s bobbing up and down as we sit in the waiting room. I’m anxious. I want to know our baby’s doing okay.

  Trax chuckles placing his hand on my knee to stop it from bouncing. “Will you stop, you’re getting yourself worked up. It’s not healthy for you or little squirt.”

  Swallowing hard, I sigh. “I know, but I can’t help it.”

  He leans in grabbing either side of my face, forcing me to look at him. “I know this is scary, but I’m here, I’m not going to let anything happen. Everything’s gonna be fine.”