Ruined #4 (The MC Motorcycle Club Romance Series - Book #4)

by Taylor, Alycia

  “Fuck! Stop it! What the hell do you want from me, Dax? You’re gonna fucking kill me!” Brock yelled after six or seven very well-aimed shots to the head.

  “I want answers! I want to know who set me up and why. I’m sick of this shit! I’m sick of this life. I want to go on with my life and I need closure first. Tell me who set me up, Brock and why.”

  “Damn it, Dax, leave this shit alone, man.”

  “If you’re not going to tell me anything then I may as well beat the shit out of you. That will at least make me feel better.” I picked up his head by the rag he wore on it and slammed his face into the dirt.

  “Fuck!” he yelled with blood spurting from his nose and mouth. “You’re a crazy little shit.”

  “That’s what happens when you spend two years in prison brother. It turns you into a crazy fucking animal. Add that to the fact you were innocent to start out with and it just intensifies the whole thing.”

  “Let me up and I’ll tell you what I know. But I warn you, Dax there are things about this that you don’t want to know. I’m actually protecting you by not telling you.”

  “Aw, isn’t that sweet. You’re protecting your little brother,” I said in a sarcastic voice.

  “Whatever, Dax. You keep saying you don’t want trouble and then you go around asking for it. Dad wanted you to be the one to take over the club, did you know that?”

  I didn’t answer him. I knew and it was one of the reasons our dad and I had such shit for a relationship now. I had pissed him off beyond reason when I turned him down.

  “Your silence speaks volumes, brother,” Brock said.

  I tightened my grip on his neck and said, “Are you going to cut the bullshit and get to the point?” His airway was cut off, so he nodded.

  When I let go, he gasped for air and said, “You’re crazy!”

  “Talk or I do it again,” I said.

  “Blake was pissed when he found out Dad wanted you at the helm. When you announced you wanted nothing to do with the club and you were going to go to college, he relaxed a little. That was until Dad knew you were coming home for winter break. The big mouthed idiot told everyone that he was going to woo you and he knew that you were going to give in and be part of the club. Blake said it was bullshit and that you never would, but then Terrance started telling him how you thought Dad was like some kind of super hero and you didn’t want to disappoint him. That got Blake all worked up again and he put a plan in place to get rid of you, at least for a while. I think he would have liked to kill you…No, I know he would have liked to kill you, but he knew that as soon as Dad figured out it was him, he’d have a bullet in his own brain.”

  “It makes sense so far big brother, except that I saw you on the security tapes sending that email, the one that made Terrance set me up.”

  “I did send it. Blake asked me to. Terrance likes to act tough, but he’s just a big ass sissy. He’s scared shitless of his dad. Even so, it was going to be harder than hell to convince him to set you up. So instead, we made it look like the orders came from Dad. As scared as he is of his own father, he’s ten times more afraid of Dad.”

  “What did it take to convince you to send it?” I asked him.

  “The fact that it was gonna hurt the old man to see you behind bars, his golden child.”

  “Jealousy, Brock? You did all of this because you think Dad likes me better?”

  “I don’t think you little fuck. I know. Everyone does. The old man looks like he swallowed a watermelon and it got caught in his chest every time you’re around. It’s sickening.”

  I had enough. I got off of him and he tried to jump up but he was moving slow. I didn’t worry that he was going to give me any more crap.

  “What’s in the boxes, Brock?”

  “Leave it alone, Dax. You wanted to know who set you up and now you do. Leave all this shit alone and go back to school where all you pretty little smart boys should be.”

  I was tired of screwing with him.

  I went over to where the crates were and he said, “I’m taking off, Dax. I’m going to tell Dad you were here. If any of our merchandise is missing, he’ll know who to blame.”

  I didn’t answer him again. Instead, I picked up a crowbar that I saw lying on the ground and I used it to pry open the crate. Inside were hundreds of tiny black baggies; black balloons of heroin. They were just like the ones in my saddle bags the day I was arrested. I put the lid back on the crate and I realized I hadn’t heard Brock leave.

  I turned and looked at him. He said, “This part of the business belongs to Blake. Dad wants us to get out of it, but Blake won’t let it go. He makes too much money…and he likes money. He also likes that the cartels aren’t cutting off his head. He will take you and Dad both out if he has too, Dax. Leave this alone.”

  I watched my brother limp to his bike. He winced when he buckled down his helmet. His nose and lip weren’t bleeding any longer but they were both swollen and there was dried blood all over his face. He looked like hell. I watched him go and then I threw the lock back on the warehouse. Brock was probably as right as everyone else…I probably should have left this alone. I still couldn’t though.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  OLIVIA

  All morning at work all I could think about was that I needed to go to Terrance’s apartment and pick up my mail. He never checked the mail, so I knew it was probably stuffed full. I was sure most of it would be mine. I made forty different excuses why I couldn’t go. I needed to do laundry. All three pairs of my jeans were dirty. I needed to wash the car…The truth was that I really didn’t want to run into Terrance. He had scared me the last time I saw him. I guess I’d have to throw in the time before that too when he was holding the giant gun to my head.

  The mailboxes for the building were at one end of the complex and his apartment was at the other end so I convinced myself I was just being a big chicken shit and finally drove over there. I parked a little ways away from the boxes and snuck up to them like a thief, looking this way and that. I didn’t see Terrance’s bike anywhere. I put the key in and opened the box and things fell out on the ground. I really needed to put in a change of address. I just really wasn’t sure what my address was those days. I sorted through what was his and what were mine, putting his back in the box and shutting it. I looked down at the envelope in my hand. It was from the college.

  I carried it all back to the car, staring at the envelope all the way. It was either an acceptance or a denial letter. I told myself since it was skinny they probably denied me. One of the teachers I had when I dropped out a couple of years back had told me that with all those withdrawals on my transcripts, they probably wouldn’t let me re-enroll without going through some kind of appeal process. My stomach was fluttering and I told myself to just open it. If they turned me down then I would appeal it. I wasn’t completely incapable of standing up for myself. I’d proven that, to me at least, when I stood up to Terrance. I finally ripped it open and pulled out the single piece of paper.

  Taking a deep breath I unfolded it and read: We are pleased to inform you…

  I squealed out loud and then I read the rest. It was just the standard information about registration and start dates. I did a little happy dance in my seat and laid it on the opposite seat of me.

  I started the car and put it in reverse and then I threw it back into park and picked up the letter and read it again. I was so excited. I wanted to tell someone. The first someone I thought about was Dax.

  I started driving in the direction of the bar and I was about half-way there when I realized that I hadn’t even told him I had reapplied. We had just got back together and he had just promised me to stop chasing around the MC, trying to get revenge or whatever it was that he wanted. What if he was upset that I’d be going away for big chunks of time? What if it made him not want to be with me at all? I didn’t want to lose him again. I guess I have some time. I didn’t really have to tell him this minute. I could hold off until our relationship was
tighter and he was over everything that had been going on. I decided that was exactly what I was going to do, wait….just a while longer.

  CHAPTER SIX

  DAX

  I was sitting in my room in the back of the bar thinking over everything I’d found out. My best friend and my own brother had set me up. They both wanted to say the major responsibility for it all lied on Terrance’s father’s shoulders, but the truth was their betrayal was worse…a lot worse. I didn’t give a shit if Terrance’s dad liked me or not. But Terrance and I grew up together. We learned what we knew about life together. He was closer to me than any brother ever could be. We told each other everything, shared everything. He set me up as easily as he breathed and he tried to write it all off by saying he did it because he feared for his life. There was a time that I would have taken a bullet for Terrance and I thought he felt the same about me. I guess I was wrong.

  Then there was my brother. Granted, Brock and I had never been close, but he was my family. My mother raised him as her own. He and I slept in the same room in bunk beds for years when we were kids. He taught me how to ride a two wheel bike and he took me on my first Harley ride. He was my fucking brother, whether we had the same mother or not, and it meant nothing more to him than to agree to help these bastards send me to prison.

  I took out a notebook and I started writing things down. First, Terrance’s dad decided he wanted to get rid of me so that my dad couldn’t convince me to take over the club someday. From what I knew about him Brock was right. His preference probably would have been to kill me but he was too afraid of my dad. So, he turned to his other son, the one who already had his own spin-off club going. The one who kissed his ass and did whatever they wanted him to do, no matter what dirty deed it involved. The one who I’d only recently discovered is so jealous of the way my parents feel about me that he couldn’t see straight. He had agreed to do it and it didn’t seem to me like it had been out of fear for his safety. It was like he was just waiting for the right opportunity to come along.

  Lastly, there was the illustrious vice president of the club himself. He wanted the ultimate power. He probably always had. If anything ever happened to my dad, he would succeed him…as long as he had nothing to do with whatever happened to my dad. But when they both retired, when they were too old to ride and make deals with bad guys, my dad wanted the guy who succeeded him to be me. I’d like to say that I was hardened enough by everything that had happened to this point that I saw how ridiculous it was. The problem was it was the first indication I ever had that my dad gave a shit about me. I didn’t want to be President of the stupid fucking club. I didn’t even want to be a part of it. The idea that my father, who was all about respect, wanted me to takeover had a weird effect on me. It made me…proud. It was further proof to the rational part of my brain that I needed to get the hell away from those people.

  I wrote down how they had all conspired to put me away and then I moved onto listing what I could do to get even. The first thing I wrote down was, kill them. I could honestly say when I was in prison, I was angry enough that if I had found out who had set me up, I would have come out of there a homicidal maniac. The difference now was that I had time to think things over a more clearly. I wanted a life, a real one. If I killed the bastards, they would win. I’d be back in prison.

  I crossed it out and put, set them up. Put them in a cage for years and let them decide whether it was worth what they did to me. That way, they would be out of my way, living in a cage like animals, and I’d be doing a public service by getting them off the streets.

  I was looking at my list when Olivia walked in. I tossed the notebook down under the nightstand next to the bed before she got the door all the way open. I looked up at her and I was consumed with an overwhelming desire to kiss her, so I got up and went over to her. Without saying a word, we put our arms around each other and I pulled her in for a long, deep kiss.

  I led her over to the bed and neither of us said anything as we undressed. I helped her lay down. I began kissing her at her ankles and then all the way up to her neck. Her moans drove me crazy and it made me much more desperate for her. When I reached her long, sexy neck, I kissed and nipped my way around it. I moved to her ears.

  “Mm, Dax…that feels so good,” she breathed out.

  The sound of her sexy bedroom voice made me groan and I crushed my lips down to hers. I felt her hands glide from my waist up my back and then circle my neck. I continued kissing her feverishly and she pulled me into her so we were as close as two bodies could get. I could feel the heat radiating from her body and as she picked up one leg and hooked it around my waist; I felt my cock grow even harder.

  Still kissing, we flipped over so that she was straddling my waist. She smiled down at me as she leaned forward and kissed up my chest. She gave me shivers as her hot lips traced a path down to my stomach. Her kisses and her tongue were gentle, but they sent violent jolts of electricity through my body with each touch.

  She kissed her way back up, taking a mouthful of my neck in between her lips and teeth. She bit down gently just as she moved her body over my cock and sheathed it inside of her. She sat up as soon as I slipped in and the contortion of her face was pure ecstasy as she began to move on top of me. I put my hands on the cheeks of her perfect ass and anchored my heels to the bed. As she plunged down, I thrust up. She screamed my name out loud, egging me on.

  I loved when she was on top, the way her hair fell down into her face and the way I could feel her insides throb with each thrust. I reached up and grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Then I took a nipple between my fingers and twisted and pulled on it. She was moaning loudly and I briefly hoped that no one was out there in the hall. I put my hands around her upper chest and pulled her down towards my face where I was able to get one of her gorgeous breasts in my mouth. I sucked it in and she moved her hands so that they were on the back of my head. She held me against her as I sucked and nibbled on one nipple and then another.

  She gasped and began to grind her hips into mine, taking the full length of my cock inside. She let me go wild with her breasts and nipples for a long time before she pulled me off and sat straight up. She was close to the edge and so was I. We got back into a rhythm of thrusting up and down, both of us completely gone and thinking of nothing else….it was that good.

  I heard Olivia cry out and felt her tighten up on me. Once the inside of her pussy squeezed my cock tightly and I felt her warm juices flowing, I let go of my own orgasm.

  Afterwards, I held onto her tightly and we both slowly rocked, allowing one another to come down from the high we’d just created.

  We lay there like that for minutes, which felt like hours before I looked down to see her looking up at me. She smiled and pressed her lips to mine. Then she snuggled back down into my chest and we took a nap together, enjoying the closeness of one another.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  OLIVIA

  I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I was back with Dax since he agreed to stop obsessing over getting revenge. Plus, I got accepted back into college. All was right with my world.

  I turned over, hoping to snuggle back into his arms, but he was gone. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already almost nine. I couldn’t believe I’d slept that late. It was a good thing I wasn’t supposed to work this morning. I stretched one more time and swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. I looked around the room and quickly decided what I was going to do this morning. The room was a pigsty. I got up and put on one of Dax’s long t-shirts and a pair of his basketball shorts that I had to cinch down as tight as they would go. They looked funny, but that was okay, no one was going to see me unless Dax came back. I thought he’d understand.

  I got the cleaning supplies I’d left under the bathroom sink when I’d been staying there and went to work. I found a clean sheet in the towel cabinet so I started there by changing the sheet and making the bed. Next, I set about dusting. I realized after I started t
hat I was going to have to throw away a lot of trash piled there before I started.

  Taking a garbage bag from the bathroom, I started picking the trash off the dresser and then the nightstand. I started on the floor and that was when I saw a green spiral notebook laying on the floor. It was half under and half sticking out from underneath it. I bent down and picked it up and saw Terrance’s name. Curious, I sat down and read it.

  Terrance, Brock, Blake---set me up. Kill them?

  It one would have concerned me, but it was lined through. I thought it was safe to assume that meant he’d decided against it. I read further down and it said something about drugs and sending them to live in a cage. Dax must have written this after he found out about Terrance and saw the security video of Brock sending the email. I ripped it out and then I tore it into tiny little pieces and threw it away. Dax wasn’t going to need this any longer and it really shouldn’t be lying around where just anyone could find it. What if one of the club guys found it? That could be dangerous. I took it out and tore it into even smaller pieces. I stuffed it way on the bottom of the trash can. I’d take it all out to the dumpster when I finished cleaning.