by Addison Jane
I sucked his dick, long and deep, until it hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, my back arching as Nycto slammed hard and fucking fast. I gasped, saliva leaking out of the corners of my mouth as I tried to accommodate both fucking men, so fucking deep in both holes.
Hype pulled my head back, his teeth clenched hard as I fought to breathe. “Fuck. Yes,” Hype groaned, never pulling his gaze from mine. “So fucking sexy. Fucking beautiful. Fucking mine.”
I wanted more.
Pressing my body back against Nycto’s hard thrusts, eager for more as I dropped my mouth again, swirling my tongue around the tip of Hype’s dick, the head large and angry.
“You ready to come?” Nycto taunted, his hand slipping around between my legs, his fingers finding my clit.
I gasped, throwing my head back for a second, my arms wobbling as waves of pleasure rolled over me. “Please, I want to come,” I moaned, trying to keep my eyes on Hype as he stroked his cock, his face totally entranced, watching me.
Letting go of my hair, he pushed my long locks back from my face, his hand cradling my jaw. “It’s his cock, but you’re gonna come for me,” Hype ordered. “You’re mine. Only fucking mine. Say it.”
Nycto pounding inside me from behind had stolen every breath. I was struggling to ride the waves as they built higher and higher, his fingers playing my clit like a fucking instrument. “Yours,” I told him breathlessly.
“Again.”
“Yours. I’m yours.”
I couldn’t fucking help it.
I couldn’t deny it.
Hype gave me something I couldn’t explain. He made me feel beautiful, powerful, but at the same time, safe and cherished. Not like I was being used, but like I was being worshiped.
Suddenly, it was like being hit by a freight train. My legs shook and Hype grabbed me, holding my body as Nycto slammed so deep inside me it felt like he might come out my damn throat.
“Fuck, so tight,” he cursed, my body shuddering as I fell over that edge and into complete bliss. He pulled out suddenly, and I gasped, not expecting the loss, but my body shuddered with release as I felt his cum cover my ass, the thick liquid sliding down between my cheeks and rolling over my sensitive pussy.
Hype pulled me forward, his lips slamming down over mine and devouring every bit of energy I had left. I leaned into him, my hands sliding inside his club cut, my arms curling around him for what felt like the first time being something more. Something sweet, not sexual.
Nycto said nothing else.
I briefly heard him collect his pants from the floor, and a soft click of a door closing behind him.
Hype’s kisses moved across my jaw and down my neck. “That’s the last time I’m sharing you,” he murmured, his teeth tugging at my earlobe. “It was hot as fucking hell, but now you’re mine.”
I’d said that—told him I was his.
“Say it, Sage,” he growled.
There was no arguing. I didn’t know what was going to happen. Today. Tomorrow. Next fucking week. But I knew right now, in this moment, I didn’t care.
“I’m yours.”
“Damn fucking right,” he cursed, pulling back so I could see his eyes.
Hype made me feel things I didn’t know were possible. That I didn’t even know people felt. That I couldn’t explain with words.
We were different. So damn different, and yet, our differences were what pushed each other, tested each other, and pulled the other in.
“Now you’re gonna shower, wash that asshole off your ass, and I’m going to learn every goddamn part of you, and commit it to memory.”
Yes.
SAGE
“Have you got any fives?”
“Go fish,” Dash answered, doing a funny little dance, like he was winning. Which he wasn’t.
Almost two weeks in this place, and a part of me was ready to go home, while the other part wasn’t quite ready to face reality. A reality where I knew I would have to face my father and tell him I was falling for the guy blackmailing him.
I knew he’d try to have me committed for sure.
Hype had been here for the most part, but there were days where he was still expected to be in Miami doing shit for the club. This was when Dash had become my best friend. We played a lot of cards, watched a lot of trashy television, and on the odd occasion that some of the boys from the club came around, we freaking baked.
The poor kid, I knew he was doing this shit to get his patch, but he really had kept me sane during this time. Him, and the fact that Hype and I had grown closer.
The idea of leaving this little bubble and having to face the real world again, scared the crap out of me.
We didn’t have to deal with anyone else. Just us, and that was easy. But I knew the struggles were to come. The judgments, the questions, and I wasn’t sure how we were going to withstand it all.
“Sage, it’s your turn.”
My body jerked, and I sat up straight. “Sorry.” I laughed. Just anticipating the destruction of everything I had come to love. “Have you got any queens?”
“Go fis—”
Tires squealed, engines revving, and brakes hitting hard as cars shot to a stop at the curb outside.
Not motorcycles.
Cars.
“Sage, go… get in the room and lock the door,” Dash urged, leaping to his feet and sending the chair clattering to the floor. I followed Dash’s orders, I wasn’t even sure why because I knew this would be my dad.
He’d found me.
He was coming to get me.
So why was I running?
“Sage, please, go!”
But still I followed along obeying Dash’s instructions.
I ran to the bedroom, slamming the door shut and flicking the lock over.
My feet tapped nervously. I could hear voices. I could hear footsteps. Then a sudden, loud bang, that had me almost leaping out of my skin. I stumbled back, my mouth falling open as I looked to the bedroom door, a part of me for a second wondering how it was still in one piece.
“Get down!”
“Get on the ground, asshole!”
Thud.
I gasped. I could hear them, throwing punches, beating him.
“No,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head back and forth frantically, my body lurching toward the door like I was going to rip it off its hinges just to protect Dash. I had to stop them. If it was my dad, he’d listen. He’d stop. “He’s just a kid. Leave him,” I pleaded on a whisper, rushing forward, my hand reaching for the lock.
“Where is she?”
“Go fuck yourself,” Dash spat loudly, the sound of something hard meeting flesh had my stomach surging painfully.
Why didn’t he just walk in here and get me?
Why did it have to be like th—
“Find her.”
“Find her,” a deep, raspy voice ordered.
It was distinctive.
A voice I knew I’d remember.
But maybe that was simply because no one would ever forget the moment they met the devil himself.
“Now,” he roared, boots marching like a dangerous chorus line, shaking the floor beneath me and moving in all different directions.
My mom was their prey.
They were hunting her.
That voice.
I fell back against the bed, my hands gripping the sheets.
It was him.
I knew it was him.
You don’t forget the voice that destroyed you.
Bang.
The room shook, the walls, the floor, the mirror on the wall were shaking hard, threatening to shatter if it hit the ground.
They were trying to get in.
He was trying to get in.
Get to me.
I scrambled, looking around, my heart beating frantically as my eyes searched the room. This room that had been my home for how many days? I needed to hide. There was a reason my mom risked her life for me. There was a reason when that man showed up, that she
hid me. And now I needed to do the same.
To survive again.
Hype, please, where are you?
The crawl space—my escape plan.
I rushed over to the small wardrobe, pushing the handle as softly as possible and pulling it open just far enough for me to squeeze inside. It clicked shut behind me and I fought with those ridiculous built-in shelves this old place had, climbing them, trying not to break anything or even fucking breathe.
The crawl space was tiny, I wondered for a second if my hips would even make it through, but there was nothing else, no other choice.
The tiny opening popped up, and I pushed it to the side, trying to ignore the way the banging on my bedroom door continued, suddenly changing to something a lot harder when I guess they realized this club wasn’t fucking around when it came to putting locks on things.
They were extra strong.
Almost unbreakable.
Hefting myself up into the little space, I wiggled it past my hips, holding back a gentle whisper as the wood scraped at my bare skin and pulling my legs up just in time to hear the bedroom door explode into pieces. Dust and whatever the hell else was up in that damn ceiling cavity rubbed all over me as I struggled to fit the tiny lid over the top of the hole, making sure it was snug so you couldn’t tell it had been used recently.
I lay flat, my hands curled into fists, so I wouldn’t touch anything or stir up dust that could easy make me sneeze.
“She’s not here. Where the fuck is she?” the devil himself roared, his anger complemented by the sound of breaking furniture. “Bring that asshole in here.”
Dash.
I squeezed my eyes shut, pursing my lips as I fought just to hand myself over to them. To give in to protect him. He was just a damn kid. A kid looking for something more than just himself. To be something so much fucking more.
“Where is Sage?”
“They took her out,” Dash mumbled, his words slurring. “I’m just a kid, man. They wouldn’t leave her with me.”
“You’re right,” the devil agreed. “You’re disposable.”
There was a click.
No.
Bang.
I didn’t say a single word or shed a single tear as I listened to them beat her.
Or as I listened to her scream in pain.
And not a single noise left my lips when they fired that final gunshot that I knew ended her life.
And destroyed mine.
No.
No.
No, no, no.
“Let’s go!” The order was loud and direct. “We’ll get them wherever they’ve moved her to or, try and catch them on the way back.” Heavy footsteps marched out, several making their rounds around the house over and over, before they were satisfied I wasn’t hiding out somewhere.
I counted to a hundred many times. My heart rate not slowing, my stomach screaming at me to stay still, so I didn’t have to see what was down there. What was waiting for me?
But I needed to check on Dash.
I needed to forget myself for a second.
Swallowing the hard lump in my throat, I pulled up the little manhole cover and pushed it to the side, the light from the room below instantly blinding me for a moment.
The climb down was slow, painful, and when I reached the bottom, my knees almost gave way as I sucked in a sharp breath, shaking my head back and forth.
Blood, there was so much blood.
I rushed past him, leaping over him and into the hall. The front door was destroyed, still open to the world and the street outside. The breeze hit my face, pulling me forward as I got closer. I could see cars zipping by.
One. Two. Three.
I could have run out—I just needed to ask to use their phone.
Call my dad.
Hide out until they picked me up.
But that wasn’t how I was built.
Instead, I rushed backward, slamming the bedroom door shut, despite it missing about a quarter of its pieces. “Dash,” I whispered, my voice shaking as I reached out and pressed my finger to his throat.
I held my breath.
Oh God, he’s alive.
“Dash, just hold on, okay?” I urged him as I frantically searched his pockets, blood coating my hands, but I had no idea where it was coming from.
He had a phone.
I knew he had a phone.
Ah-huh!
It had a lock on it, but I knew you could add emergency contacts, and you could still ring them, so I flicked through those finding Nycto’s as number three. I tried to ignore my bloody fingerprints smeared over the screen, and my hand shaking as I waited what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it only rang once before he picked it up. “They’ll be back soon, they got held u—”
“Tell Hype I need him n-now,” I rushed out interrupting him, my voice breaking for a second. “I need him now. These people came. The people who hurt my mom. Dash is bleeding. I need him.”
“Okay, Sage,” Nycto agreed calmly before obviously pulling the phone from his face and screaming at someone, or lots of someones, I don’t fucking know. I knew I needed Hype.
Hype was safe.
He wouldn’t let the devil hurt me.
He wouldn’t let Dash die because he was trying to protect me.
He wouldn’t.
“Sage, he’s on his way, just a few minutes,” Nycto reported, the sound of gravel crunching beneath his boots. “I’m leaving the clubhouse now… I’ll be there in three.”
“Three is too late.”
I gasped, tossing the phone into the air, my head flicking up to see a figure standing in the doorway.
“She’ll already be gone.”
It was him.
The voice.
And now he had a face.
I scooted back, trying to shuffle away, but he didn’t waste a second, storming forward and grabbing my arm, not even waiting for me to find my feet before dragging me through the house.
I screamed.
I fought.
I cursed.
My fingernails tearing at the exposed skin on his wrists.
He turned, sucking in a sharp breath, slamming his fist straight into the side of my face.
My body went limp.
The darkness settling around the edges of my vision as I was folded and crammed into the backseat of some large car.
I swore I could hear motorcycles.
They were coming.
But the darkness won.
HYPE
“He’s gonna make it,” Hatch announced, taking a seat at the bar beside me. “Bullet missed all the important shit.”
“Good.”
“So, now we decide what the hell you want to do.”
“I want her back,” I snapped, turning and looking to my friend like he was a fucking idiot.
We were back in Miami, the deal with Jason Calder was meant to be happening tonight, but I had no Sage. And we had no idea if it was him who took her or we were dealing with a whole new fucking issue.
“I will lay you the fuck out if you talk to me like that again,” Hatch announced calmly, the fucker so used to my bullshit it didn’t even faze him. He wasn’t lying, though. He would lay me the fuck out and take the lead if he thought I couldn’t control my shit. “We don’t know it was him who took her.”
“It wasn’t,” Warden announced, rushing in. “Nycto sent through the security tapes. There’s one camera on the front door, and it picked up something you need to see.” Warden tapped on the screen of the pad in his hands and turned it around.
It was the street outside the safe house.
Hatch and I both leaned in, narrowing our eyes, waiting.
Cars came flying in, sliding to stop on the road, one racing right up the curb and onto the grass in front of the door. Men moved quickly, two of them on a large battering ram that they forced against the door.
That was what gave Sage enough time to hide.
“You think you can get plates?”
“Wait
for it.”
People moved.
Rushing around the car.
Then Warden hit pause.
Right on the person who climbed out of the car and walked through the front door.
“No. Fucking. Shit.” I felt like I was a fucking idiot. A goddamn fool. I picked up a bottle off the bar and threw it, sending it shattering against the far wall. “Arthur fucking Mitchell.”
“Church!” Hatch roared, the fire and anger in his voice almost matching mine.
We had been dealing with this fucking bastard for years. Too many fucking years.
“Every bastard in this place needs to get their asses into church.” Hatch stomped off, Warden and I not far behind him, my eyes flicking back to the screen in Warden’s hands.
“We should have fucking known.”
My brothers crowded into church, quickly filling the room in silence, while I stood at the end of the table tapping my fucking foot, my entire body feeling like it was on fire, and I was ready to burn the fucking city down if I had to.
“I’m gonna just lay it fucking out there for everyone,” Hatch announced as I stood beside him. “Arthur Mitchell is a dead man. We’ve been working with him for years, paying him off to get our supplies… and today, he raided the safe house where we were keeping Sage Calder. He almost killed one of Nycto’s prospects and took something that belongs to us.”
Something that belonged to me.
“I don’t give a shit who’s kid she is,” I announced. “Sage is fucking mine.”
“Here’s the problem,” Hatch announced, looking to me. “That shipment is coming in tonight. And we have no idea whether Jason Calder is in on taking Sage, and he’s done a runner on us, or if the window is going to be clear.”
He was right.
I hadn’t even thought of that.
My mind was so fucking focused on how the hell I was going to get Sage back, that’d I’d forgotten completely about the damn deal we were doing tonight. The deal that could possibly mean the make or break of this deal that I’d been working on for so fucking long.
“We need to make a contingency plan,” Brew pointed out, sitting, slamming his palm to the table.
