Wrecked by the Bad Boy: The Sick MC

by Olivia Stephens

  The pain was white hot, and I clutched my arm and let out a cry. If it hurt this much to take what was essentially a scratch, how much would it hurt to be stabbed to death? I didn’t want to find out. I dodged another attack, but it put me into the corner. When she advanced, I knew there was nowhere left to go.

  Warm, sticky blood seeped through my torn shirt, covering my hand and dripping down my shoulder. I squeezed my hand to stifle the flow of blood at the same time as I closed my eyes to accept her killing blow. The irony of the situation was the last thought I had before I felt the sharp point of her knife on my skin.

  And then it was gone.

  Sounds of a scuffle caused me to open my eyes, confusion and relief surging through me. Asa was still there, though she’d dropped the knife to the ground. Her eyes bulged, hair over her face. She was bent down, Zane’s arm wrapped around her neck. He was holding her in a headlock. He had saved me!

  She struggled against him, but I barely noticed. I put my hand up to my neck to inspect the damage. He’d managed to grab her before she even broke the skin. I had been literally an inch from death. The pain in my arm barely registered, and I watched with a sort of awe as Zane tossed her outside and ran back into the room and to me.

  “She’ll get away,” I managed to say weakly, pointing toward the open door.

  “No, the guys are out there.” He pulled me against his chest in a tight hug. I tried not to wince from the pain in my arm. It wasn’t deep, but I was unused to having physical pain like this. I’d never even broken a bone before. And now I had a knife wound. Did that make me hard? Was I hard now? I pictured myself with a do-rag and a cigarette dangling from my lips. The girlfriend of a motorcycle club president. Scar from my sick knife wound. Totally bad attitude.

  I didn’t realize I was laughing until Zane pulled back to look at me, skepticism lighting up his face. He must have thought I was completely unhinged.

  “I’m just laughing at the situation,” I explained.

  That didn’t help. I’d forgotten that the situation we were in was hardly a chuckle-inducing one. I gestured to my arm, and his eyes widened when he saw it.

  “I’m a badass now,” I said.

  He did not think it was funny. I saw the rage slide over his face like a mask, and I had to reach out and grab him so he didn't immediately run for Asa.

  “I’m safe,” I murmured, pulling him back to me. I angled my head up and kissed him. “I’m safe.”

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I savored the heat between us, wanting nothing more than just to live in it forever. With him forever. He was the binding to my wounds, one in particular that I hadn’t realized had been festering—loneliness. I was just like Asa or had the potential to be. But Zane was fashioned in a way that he perfectly fit me. In a way that he’d never fit her. And I hoped she found that with someone one day.

  “Everyone—hands in the air!”

  Alarm sizzled in my limbs, sending a burst of adrenaline that made my focus snap to the door.

  “Relax,” Zane said. “It’s the police. I had Niles call them after we neutralized the threat.”

  Sure enough, a moment later a police officer turned the corner with his gun stretched before him. I could add this to my bad girl roster too! I’d never been on the wrong end of a cop’s gun before.

  “We’re the side that made the call,” Zane said, though he raised his arms. I followed suit.

  “I’m afraid we’ll have to take everyone in for questioning,” the cop replied. He lowered his gun. “If you could please assemble outside with everyone else. Is anyone hurt?”

  Zane looked at me, but I shook my head. “It’s shallow,” I said. “I can bandage it at home. I just want to get out of here.”

  Following my statement, the cop spoke into his walkie-talkie and told the others that two more non-hostiles were coming outside. Zane and I followed him out the emergency exit, where all the others were lined up.

  On the ground, Asa and four men were sitting with their arms cuffed behind their backs. Two of the men I recognized as the ones who initially captured and held me. The others I didn’t know, but the look of satisfaction on Zane’s face when he saw them told me he did. I wished I could have seen him, Niles, and Grant—both of whom were standing talking to the other two officers on the scene—take down Asa’s little friends. Much as I tried not to hate her, even though she’d been close to sticking a knife in my neck, I was enjoying her misfortune quite a bit.

  The officers decided, in the end, that it was easier for them to take our initial statements at the scene and have us come in later after they’d processed the suspects for further questioning if necessary. They had a few questions, but since it was pretty clear to them what events had transpired, and their suspects weren’t trying to say otherwise, the questions didn’t take very long. I was glad of it. I still hadn’t forgotten the phone call that Bloody Mustache had rudely stopped me from taking. Speaking of which.

  “Excuse me!” I called out to the officer leading Bloody Mustache away. “He took my phone.”

  I could have sworn the look the officer gave Bloody Mustache translated roughly to, Are you serious, dude? What is wrong with you?

  I smirked as he searched BM’s pockets for my phone and handed it back to me. After unlocking it in front of him, so he knew I hadn’t been lying, he continued leading my smelly assailant away. Good riddance!

  “How are you?” Zane asked as I began tapping at my screen. He slung a protective arm over my shoulder.

  I shouldn’t have been fine, and I didn’t doubt that I would later collapse into a shivering pile of tears. I’d nearly been killed today, after all! But I was alive, and Zane was alive, and I had bigger things to worry about right now than my own safety.

  “Hang on a sec,” I mumbled to him putting the phone up to my ear. The phone went through to the automatic answering machine. They must have been really busy. That in itself was not comforting news.

  “Can we go to the hospital?” I asked Zane.

  He nodded and began to lead me away—no further questions. I loved him for it. I felt fine, but I didn’t feel much like speaking. I just wanted to see my mom and make sure everything was okay. After that, I could worry about making sure things were okay with me.

  “Holy effing shit.”

  I had never heard my mom swear before with such unabashed sincerity and I couldn’t help but laugh. Her face had gone white the moment she clapped eyes on me and my bloody arm, and on the bruises beginning to form on Zane’s face.

  “It’s already stopped bleeding,” I assured her, coming to her bedside.

  Zane stepped more hesitantly into the room as if measuring it with his strides. I filed his awkward behavior to the back of my mind. I’d look into it later. For now, the most important thing—my mom!

  “I don’t care if it’s already stopped bleeding!” She scrambled up in bed at my approach, reaching for me to inspect the wound.

  I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Mom, you don’t need to worry about me.” Then, a little more quietly, I added, “I’m not the one in the hospital bed.”

  She screwed up her lips and looked at me, assessing me. “You look different. What the hell happened?”

  “It’s not a big deal,” I said.

  Zane was beside me now, his head tilted down as if in shame.

  “I just got a little bit knifed up by a crazy chick at the billiards tournament.” I shrugged, trying to make it seem less like a big of a deal than I knew it was. “She’s in custody now. We’re all good.”

  My mom huffed and turned an accusing eye at Zane. Suddenly I understood why he seemed so sheepish. He felt guilty for what happened with Asa and her shitty friends. Responsible even.

  “Oh, Zane…” I turned to him, clasping his face between my hands. He winced at the contact, and I softened my hold. He was a good deal more beat up than he looked, I gathered. “It wasn’t your fault.”

  “Of course it was my fault,” he said
. “I’m the reason…”

  “Shh,” I cut him off. “You are not the reason. They chose their actions, and they could have just as easily done that to the next Joe Blow that walked through the door. It wasn’t your fault.”

  When I looked back down at my mom, she had a curious expression on her face. It was a little bit of pride, perhaps, mixed in with a little bit of general happiness. It was one of the most pleasant expressions I’d ever seen on anyone’s face.

  “How are you, Mom? I missed a call from the hospital.” I dropped my hands and sat down next to her, reaching for her frail, tiny hand.

  She patted the back of my hand reassuringly. “Oh, I’m fine. I had a little bit of a dizzy spell for a while there, but you know how these doctors get. You get an itchy nose, and they pull out the hazmat suits.”

  I smiled weakly. She always downplayed anything mildly serious. Suddenly, I remembered the whole point of the tournament. The prize! Had Zane won? I felt horrible for suddenly caring so much. If he hadn’t won, I would still love him anyway.

  My eyes grew wide, which I knew for a fact was happening because normally my face was not so expressive.

  I loved Zane.

  I. Loved. Zane.

  How long had I loved him? And why was I only realizing now? I felt my face grow hot, and I allowed more of my weight to rest on the bed. What was I supposed to do with this information now that I had it?

  “Honey?” Mom asked. “You okay?”

  “Uh, yeah,” I said. “Yeah. I’m good.”

  I decided to deal with this later. There were more important matters at hand. Only I didn’t know what to say next.

  Thankfully, Zane spoke for me. He rested his hand gently on mine but looked at my mom as he spoke. “I’m going to pay for your treatment.”

  The words were as sweet as sin to my ears. I could have listened to him say them over and over again. But it seemed too good to be true. “You won?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Twenty thousand dollars, baby.” His eyes sent a pulse of electricity through me. He had won. He won! And the prize money… It was enough to get my mom the treatment that would likely be the end to all of her treatments.

  “Are you sure? It’s so much…”

  He pressed a finger to my lips and looked down at me, his lips faintly ticking into a smile. “Nothing is too much for you. You are everything to me. Your family is my family.”

  If my mom was watching the exchange, she didn’t interrupt. Zane lowered his mouth to mine and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, pulling back just as the fire in my belly began to burn.

  “I’m tired,” my mother announced from behind me. “You guys should get out of here. Come back tomorrow after I’ve talked to the doctor about getting the treatment.”

  I looked over my shoulder at her, and she cocked a conspiratorial grin. She was tired my left foot. She just wanted us out of here before we set all the heart monitors going off!

  “I love you, Mom.” I bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Zane leaned down and whispered something in my mom’s ear just before we left. Whatever it was, it caused her eyes to go wide with either delight or fear. At that time, I didn’t care. I needed my man, and I needed him now.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

  Zane

  Sasha ground against me the whole ride to her house. She probably was close to cumming just from the vibration of my bike and the gyration of her hips. It was setting me on fire too, and I hated not being able just to pull over and take her there.

  We’d decided on her house since it would give us the most privacy. I liked that none of my guys knew where she lived. Even though I lived alone, people would stop by from time to time with questions, concerns, or just to hang out. Sasha’s place was our own little hideaway, a piece of Rayne right at home. Minus the frogs.

  We stumbled through the door like a pair of drunken lovers. I didn’t know where I ended and she began. Her lips were against mine, moving hard and fast. She was on fire. I was on fire. Our world was on fire.

  But first thing’s first.

  “Let’s get you in the shower,” I said, gesturing to her arm. The blood had dried into a caked, brown mess on her shirt.

  She looked down and laughed. “Yeah, I guess we could both use a little cleaning up.” Her hand reached out and traced the cut on my lip. Bros-no had given it to me. I’d given him a bigger one.

  I grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom, where I began to carefully strip off her clothes. She winced as I pulled the shirt off her arm, but as she said it really wasn’t a serious cut. Nevertheless, I was slow and careful, kissing her neck, stomach, and chest as I went.

  She moaned and arched up toward me and my nuts suddenly felt very tight. She was so sexy and unrestrained. I burned for her every single hour of every single day, and she would never know to what lengths I wanted her. I wanted her body, soul, and mind. I wanted everything she had to give me. And I wanted to earn it.

  She was beautiful and divine, a perfect specimen of hard-edged beauty and feminine softness. I worshiped her curves as I removed her pants and underwear, tossing all her clothes to the side in a dirty heap. I had meant for us to get in the shower before doing anything more, but I couldn’t help it; I had to taste her.

  Sinking to my knees, I held her hips in my hands and pressed my face into the delicate curls of her sex. She moaned and leaned into me, fingers rustling my hair but not sinking in just yet. I licked her once, sending a wave of pleasure through both of us. Her earthy scent and taste never failed to make me hard every time. Now, as I began to bathe her with my tongue, my cock strained inside my jeans. It wanted out. It wanted her. But first, I wanted to make her cum.

  I spread her legs a little and dove in, tongue sinking between her folds and stroking her clit with wild abandon. I loved how close we were at this moment, my face pressed into her soft skin. She surrounded me. She was on my tongue, against my skin, everywhere. And I fucking loved it.

  Sasha reached out one hand for support as I dove deeper, lapping at her entrance and then thrusting inside with my tongue. Her moans filled the bathroom, spurring me on faster. Harder. More and more determination flowed through me, and I practically held her up as I ravaged her pussy with my tongue. Licking, sucking, fucking. I showed her she was mine, and there could be no disputing it. I owned her pussy and her soul, just like she owned my cock and my heart.

  Her body trembled as she approached her edge, and I sunk deeper into her flesh. I wanted to taste the flood of her on my tongue as she came. I wanted to be the one that brought her the wildest pleasure she’d ever known.

  Her ass was firm in my hands as I pulled her tighter. By this point, my cock was begging for release. I’d never known such intense fucking pleasure just from eating a girl out. I looked up to see her breasts heaving above me. I nearly came just from that sight. She was pink everywhere, soft moans emitting from her throat. She was so. Damn. Close.

  Suddenly, Sasha bucked wildly against me and nearly fell over. I rose up and caught her quickly, just as her legs gave way. She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, a smile on her face so pure that I matched it with one of her own. Then I kissed her, so she could know just how fucking good she tasted and how much I loved tasting her.

  “That was—” She took a breath. “Amazing. So amazing.”

  I chuckled and cradled her against my chest. I was still fully clothed. I’d never had this good of a time fully clothed before.

  “Let’s get you in the shower,” I said.

  She shook her head and burrowed further into my chest. “Give me another minute.”

  I couldn’t help the hot pride that swept through me. I’d brought my girl such pleasure that she needed a minute to rest before she could do something as simple as showering. Fuck yes. I stroked her back in lazy circles, leaving gooseflesh in my wake. She made a noise somewhat like purring into my chest.

  “You’re amazing, Sasha,” I murmured, kissing the
side of her neck. “You’re amazing.”

  I would say it over and over again until the end of time if I could. I had such strong feelings for this woman, this beautiful, soft, strong woman. She’d laughed in the face of danger today. Laughed. I knew there would likely be some fallout from today’s adventure later on, but it made me so proud of her that she could just brush off the horrible situation she’d been in with a laugh. She was different. So different than any woman I’d ever known.

  “Shower,” she said quietly. “My body is ready.”

  I laughed. “I’m glad to hear it.”

  While she turned on the shower, I undressed. I had a few bruises on my chest, but nothing extraordinary. My biggest pain was that I hadn’t made it in time to stop Sasha from getting cut. She didn't seem to mind so much, but I wished I could have saved her from that.