by Kay Maree
“Get your fucking hands off my woman,” that deep voice grips out with an edge of warning confusing me to what is happening right now. Why is no one losing their minds that we are in here, instead the guy is screaming about his men touching Harlow.
“I said let her go NOW!” His voice comes out deathly low and clipped surprising me all over again. Have I stepped into another reality or have I hit my head on something cause this shit is unbelievable.
“Nico.” A man's deep accented voice snaps my focus to the other side of the room where I see a man in a death dark suit, eyes that seem to scan the whole area knowing every breath we are taking without even moving. An air of power and control surrounds him but again I don’t feel uncomfortable. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be grabbing Harlow and getting the hell out of here. I snap my focus back to Harlow as she makes her way around the table that Trevor is tied down to but I don’t focus on that. I watch as Harlow whispers something to who I assume is Drake the VP of the Deadly Sins before her lips slide over his. Well shit. I bite my lip making sure I’m awake and this shit is really happening as warmth spreads through my cheeks. Yelp that hurt my eyes track the blade Harlow is now holding as it slides over Trevor’s chest and red drops of blood gather around the sharp edge. I inwardly flinch remembering the sting of the blade over my skin. Running a hand over my stomach I swallow the bile that tries to crawl up my throat as his muffled screams reach my ears. Harlow speaks but I can’t understand her words cause I feel like I am in a tunnel, closing my eyes against the scene in front of me. I tell myself this man has obviously done something to piss these men off and for Harlow to step up and do what she is doing she believes he is a piece of crap. Harlow is one of the nicest people I know and wouldn’t cause anyone harm just for shits and giggles. Refocusing my thoughts. Another man in a suit removes the gag from Trevor’s mouth and I can’t stop the giggle that slips past my lips as Harlow takes in the man I was staring at before in the deathly dark suit.
“Damn,” she gasps making my giggles worse, a heated breath hits my neck making me shiver as the scent of wild and leather hit my nose. Nix.
“I love that sound Gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear, heat creeps into my cheeks for a different reason now, ducking my head to stop him seeing what he is doing to me.
“Who is Elliot?” Harlow asks Trevor again running the knife down his thigh before she digs in the tip making him scream. My head swims with flashes of that night the blade running across Trevor’s skin seems to hypnotize me and I can’t break away from the image of eyes as dark as the abyss I was falling into. The glint of the knife as it flashes before my eyes, pain, numbness and laughter so much laughter hackling at me as I fall, fall till I shatter.
"Alexis," Harlow's worried voice pulls me back from the edge but I feel it still there as if waiting for my guard to drop once again so it can drag me back down, keeping me captive. An uncontrollable shiver runs down my spine before breaking off leaving a chill in its wake. My palms sweat. I grit my teeth against the cold swimming through my veins as my eyes snap to her. Noticing the worry swimming in her dark orbs, my gaze quickly flicks to Trevor before they land back on Harlow’s, and I know he deserves everything that happens to him he’s a creep. Harlow even told us girls after she was interviewed by him how much he gave her the heebie jeebies.
“I’m okay, obviously this man has pissed somebody off and I’m just glad you know who Elliot is,” I rush out feeling the chill finally leave me as a welcoming warmth surrounds me. Four years ago, I would have run from this room screaming, but today I stand tall knowing I am a survivor. A breath leaves me as if a weight is lifted from my shoulders and I shiver from a whole new feeling as Nix’s warm hand starts rubbing the lower half of my back.
CHAPTER SIX
Razor
Fuck.
Someone so pure shouldn’t have been in that fucking place but I couldn’t fucking pick her up and leave because Mercy would have had my balls. Flying through the streets of Newcastle on my bike is the best feeling in the world. But right now as I follow Harlow’s black Jeep towards Club Ivy my hands squeeze my handlebars wishing Alexis was wrapped around me instead of driving her friend's car. I lift my chin at VP as he passes me with Harlow wrapped around him and all I can think about is having Alexis’ curves wrapping around me, my cock pushes against the zipper of my jeans, gritting my teeth against the pressure. I know when I pull up, I’m gonna have to readjust my aching cock. Fuck I swear the fucker hasn’t gone down since those hypnotizing eyes landed on mine last night. Letting her head home with her friend early this morning was a bitter pill to swallow but fuck if I’m letting her get away from me this time.
Pulling up beside the Jeep I notice she is on the phone, swinging my leg over my motorcycle boots crunch against the gravel parking lot as I quickly readjust myself moving around to the driver’s side door. I smile as I open the door for her, the smile she returns I notice reaches her eyes dulling the haunted look that normally lies there.
“Hang on Tilly,” she grumbles into the phone. “Let me get out of the car, so I can get her,” a tickle of laughter floats on her words settling deep in my chest, doing some funny shit to my heart.
“Jesus woman you have no patience,” she grumbles into the phone making me chuckle but I quickly clamp mine shut and hold my hands up when her eyes cut to mine making her smirk.
“Harlow wait,” she calls out running towards the main doors so what the fuck do I do? I follow her watching as her ass moves in her gym pants.
“Fuck,” I grit wanting to spank her ass.
“What?” Harlow’s voice breaks into my head snapping my eyes away from her ass. I see Mercy and Harlow at the doors of the club. I lift my chin in greeting coming to a stop next to Alexis as she hits the speaker button on the phone.
“Tilly is on the phone.”
“Harlow,” a voice comes over the line a little breathless.
“What’s wrong?” Harlow answers and I notice her shoulders straighten and so do Alexis’s.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry I’m not there with you, but Alexis filled me in so you go in there and kick that guy’s ass till we know what the hell happened to Julie.”
I watch a small smile spread across my girl’s mouth. A lump forms in my throat when I realize I already think she’s mine. Fuck it if I have my way that’s what will happen sooner rather than later.
“I love you,” Harlow says into the phone.
“I love ya too,” Tilly gets out before a guy’s deep voice in the background calls out.
“That better be your fucking mother you are saying that to,” he growls out. My eyes go wide recognizing the voice but I must have heard wrong.
“No fucking way,” Mercy mumbles.
“What?” Harlow and Alexis whisper at the same time.
“Jace you fucking caveman chill the fuck out,” Tilly calls back. I have to bite back a laugh at the chick telling our prez off.
“I’ll show you caveman, hang up that fucking phone Tilly unless you want them to hear me spank your ass,” he says as Tilly squeals.
“Call me,” Tilly rushes out before the phone clicks off.
“Well, fuck me,” I breathe out running the web of my hand over my beard meeting Mercy’s eyes over the girls heads.
“Can someone please clue me in on what the fuck that was about?” Harlow demands and Alexis nods her head.
“Jace is the President of the Deadly Sins MC and nobody, well that’s still alive, talks to him like that,” Mercy chuckles raking his hand through his hair.
“She’s safe right?” Alexis speaks worrying lacing her voice as her shoulders hunch a little. Fuck, I hate that she looks scared I need to reassure her that her friend is safe.
“Yeah babe, Prez wouldn’t touch a hair on her head,” I say as I throw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into my side her body tenses before relaxing a little as I run my hand up and down her arm.
“But
he will spank her ass,” Harlow throws out and I see her biting her lip trying not to laugh but it doesn’t help, and we all crack up.
“She’s safe,” Mercy says again to Alexis meeting her eyes.
“Come on babe, let’s get this shit done then we can head to the clubhouse where the Prez would be with your friend and you can see for yourself,” Mercy growls out pulling Harlow towards the doors.
“Um… I don’t think I wanna see that,” Harlow throws out making me chuckle and I feel Alexis laugh against my side as we follow them in.
***
“Shadow,” Mercy barks out but with a quick sweep of my eyes, he’s nowhere to be seen. I bite back a chuckle thinking he might be off licking his wounds from last night. The stupid fucker has been worse than fucking usual to deal with today. Mercy stares at me raising a brow silently asking if I know where the fuck he is. “He said he was here,” I shrug not having a clue.
“Shadow where the fuck are you?” he shouts out again.
“Chill VP,” he chuckles as him, Joel and Pete walk out from the backroom.
“Where is he?” Mercy spits out.
“He needed to cool the fuck down, so we put him in the coolroom,” he grabs a tea towel from the bar and wipes his hands.
“Prospects, go grab the motherfucker and let’s get this shit sorted,” VP nods toward Joel and Pete, and they turn and head back to where they came from following his order.
“Hey, fuck-stick this is Harlow & Alexis,” I introduce the girls to Shadow.
“Is that his name,” Harlow asks popping a perfect brow making me bite back a chuckle.
“It’s Shadow,” fuck-stick steps forward as if to shake their hands but Alexis isn’t having it.
“He’s the one that made Callie cry.”
“What?” Harlow looks him up and down her eyes thin.
“Fuck,” Shadow spits out. “Look-” he starts but I cut him off we don’t have time for this shit right now. “Not now.” Running his hands through his long-ass hair he nods looking more frustrated than before.
Mercy offers drinks but nobody is interested we all shake our heads as he pours himself a glass of scotch and the Prospects throw a shivering Elliot into the middle of the dance floor and tie his ass onto a chair when Mercy gives the order. A loud crack echoes through the room as Shadow punches the smart mouth Elliot in the face.
“Motherfucker has no respect and a boney-ass jaw,” Shadow grumbles shaking his hand out.
I feel Alexis shift beside me and I worry she is going to have another panic attack. I saw the color drain from her face back at the warehouse, and I was worried she would pass the fuck out but I watched her fight through the fight in her head and pride swelled in my chest when she seemed to have won. Looking down now, I’m surprised when I see both the girls trying not to laugh. Draping my arm across her shoulders a low growl rumbles in my chest when I feel her lean into me and the sweet scent of wild berries fills my nose. Fuck, I want to bend down and bury my nose in her hair and draw in as much as possible but now isn’t the time.
Trying to focus on anything else besides the feeling of having her leaning against me I watch as Harlow starts playing with a stainless-steel ice pick between her fingers.
“You’re fucked now,” Shadow chuckles.
“Good luck with her,” Pete says squeezing the bastard’s shoulder and chuckling as he takes a few steps back to the edge of the dance floor giving Harlow enough room to do what she needs to do.
“What the fuck do you want you stupid slut?” he spits on the floor in front of her. Mercy goes to move but I stop him with a hand to the chest. Pushing my hand away with a grunt taking another step forward, but he stops still when Alexis stands in front of him with her hands raised, lifting her head to look into his eyes they are hard as steel but I can still see the plea there.
“She needs to do this,” she whispers. “Trust me she can handle herself.” After a few minutes he nods in understanding. Blowing out a deep frustrated breath he nods again. Our eyes snap to the scene in the middle of the floor when the asshole screams out in pain, looking to his thigh I see the ice pick planted in the thick muscle as she begins to twist it around.
“Damn,” Alexis mumbles from beside me, gripping the back of her neck I bring her back to my chest and wrap an arm around her waist. If she is going to faint at least I have a better way of catching her like this. A satisfied hum runs through me when she leans against me without freezing.
Progress.
“Now is that any way to talk to a lady?” Harlow’s sugary sweet voice snaps my focus to what's happening.
“Fuck you,” he spits through gritted teeth.
“I think we already went over this but if you need another lesson I’m sure I can teach you,” she rips the pick out in one smooth move and I wince at the motion. I’m guessing Alexis felt me move slightly if the low laugh is anything to go on.
“Keep that laughing up babe cause the vibration is travelling straight to my cock,” as the words whisper into her ear, I feel her freeze and begin to pull away.
Ah shit!
“Babe, don’t freak out,” I breathe out biting my lip trying to work out how the fuck I just screwed that up. She was fine, now she is as stiff as a board. Does she think I’m lying to her? I wonder. Trying to think of what could have had her freezing up so fast. Gripping her hips, I run the palms of my hands up and down her sides hoping that will lessen some of the stiffness. Shaking my head at myself and needing to know more than ever what the hell happened to this gorgeous creature.
“Who’s your sister?” Elliot wheezes out pulling my head back to what’s happening.
“Her name is Julie, one of the softest souls you could have ever met,” her voice speaks softly but strong.
“Oh, she was a tasty piece of ass, she begged to suck my cock every night,” he screams out the last word.
“Piece of shit,” Harlow grits out pulling the pick from his shoulder, before anyone can react, she pulls her arm back and slams the pick into his chest making him scream like a bitch, trying to fight against the ropes. Soft crying hits my ears and I look down and see Alexis face buried in her hands. Fuck. Spinning her around I pull her into my chest resting one hand in her soft hair and the other holding her close around the waist. I feel her cool tears soak through my shirt and every single tear that falls tears through me just a little bit more.
“Wanna try again?” Harlow grits out.
“I didn’t kill her,” he moans.
“Then who?” Harlow lines the end of the pick up with his left eye, moving her hand so slowly, so he sees it coming.
“Do you know how messy it can get if this punctures your eye, let alone the pain,” she’s about a centimeter from his eye now as his breathing picks up.
“But I guess I don’t have to stress about it too much ‘cause see that beast of a man over there?” she nods her head towards Mercy. Leaning down I bury my nose in Alexis’ hair breathing in her sweet scent. “I got you babe,” I murmur in her ear feeling her whole body shudder.
“And if I make a mess, he will get someone to clean it up for me. And the pain part? Well, that will be your problem now won’t it?” Harlow’s voice fades away as I try to calm my girl down. Fuck, I have a feeling it’s not just about this moment she is crying about but fuck if I can’t ask her here, I’m gunna have to wait and get her alone and see if she will tell me.
“You piece of shit,” Harlow screams out and I snap my head up in time to see her stab him in the eye with the pick and then starts punching him in the face as she brings her knee down on his balls. Mercy snaps and heads straight for her as I run my arms up and down Alexis’ back.
“It’s over now,” I murmur, her head nods against my chest letting me know she heard me.
“Clean this place up and get rid of that piece of shit,” Mercy growls out to the Prospects and all they can do is nod in reply. “Shadow find everything you can on his piece of shit broth
er.”
“On it VP,” he nods and heads up the stairs to the office.
“Razor, I need you to take Alexis either to her place or the clubhouse on your bike. My girl is in no way to be on the back of my bike.”
“Got it VP,” I nod as he passes us heading straight for the front door with Harlow in his arms.
“I got you, babe,” I murmur to my girl as she turns around, dropping my arm around her waist letting her lean against my side as we follow Mercy out the front.
“Please take me to where Harlow is going,” she breathes out.
“Clubhouse,” Mercy calls out and I felt her stiffen again in my arms.
“Ah shit,” Alexis breathes out pushing from my hold and runs after Mercy with a set of keys. I watch as he takes them, saying something to her and I watch her straighten her back, lift her head meeting his eyes the best she can before words trip off her tongue and I’m just close enough to catch them.
“That piece of shit deserves everything he got in there and more,” she spits out with so much anger in her voice it knocks me back a step. “I just need Harlow to be okay,” she says sadly.
“She will be,” Mercy says with so much determination coating his words I know he will make sure that Harlow will be perfectly fucking fine.
Nodding her head “I know,” she says softly as I wrap my arms around her again.
