KELL (The Valisk Family Series Book 1)

by Roxanne Greening

  Chapter 18

  Texas

  Lexa stared at the wall, processing everything that has happened. She witnessed stuff I couldn’t comprehend. She also said that there was another woman who was killed.

  She died slowly by his hand and was forced to watch him play. For a moment, I felt remorse for not finding him sooner.

  I let Kell consume my thoughts and take up my time. I could have saved her. She died this morning, and he was quick to put her in a grave and move on to another target. That told me he liked to always have a backup.

  I walked back to the little shack with two small cans of lighter fluid clanking in my hoodie pocket. Before I left my house, I changed into my work clothes. My converse shoes gripped the soil like roller skates in the road. I had no traction.

  The hood was pulled over my head covering my ponytail. I had stuffed my blond hair in so it wouldn’t shine like the beacon I knew it was.

  I needed to be discreet about this. There was no need to draw unwanted attention. I was getting close, and I could feel it deep in my bones. Soon this would be over, and I would be free.

  I could almost taste the freedom. Although, there was one part that had me worried. They would hunt me. I knew this, and I would never be able to settle.

  I would never be truly free. Maybe someday I would hand Lexa to Sam and hunt them myself. The shack came into view, and I picked up the pace.

  I was hungry, and this was the only thing stopping me from eating like a free woman. I pushed open the door and froze. This couldn’t be happening.

  How could I let myself slack even a little? I was in the clouds when I should have been here looking at my surroundings. There stood two men near the man that Lexa just killed.

  They both turned my way with their guns raised and ready to kill. Fuck, did I kill their buddy? I wasn’t equipped to deal with this.

  I didn’t have enough weapons. Then, I noticed the hot guy that fucked me in the bar. He looked shocked to see me like I was him.

  “Lower that fucking gun, Ivan. Now!” Kell, shouted.

  His angry shout hurt my ears. Backing up, I turned to run, but my feet slipped on the dirt and wet leaves. I didn’t have time to get the momentum I needed to put space between us.

  A hard body collided with mine and I waited for the pain to come. But, it never did. Whoever tackled me like a football player had twisted to take the brunt of the fall.

  His grunt of discomfort got louder as I struggled to give him little elbow jabs. His arms were like steel bands holding me to his firm chest.

  “Fuck, woman, cut that shit out,” Kell, demanded.

  Pausing, I let his voice wash over me. I missed the sound of it, and my life seemed darker with its loss.

  Chapter 19

  Kell

  She was here. I found them both. She was warm, soft, and relatively unharmed.

  “What are you doing here?” Texas, asked.

  Her voice was full of both shock and confusion, but there was an underlying tone of anger and disgust.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked instead.

  I needed to know.

  “I can’t…” she started.

  “Listen to me, I need to know why you’re here,” I demand.

  “I needed... I can’t, I’m sorry,” she replied.

  That wasn’t good enough for me.

  “Texas, did he hurt you?” I ask the question that’s been eating at me.

  Her laughter wasn’t forced, but it was loud.

  “No,” she replied.

  “That's all you’re going to tell me?” I ask

  “Yes,” she said.

  All the anger started to return.

  “Fine, we’ll play it your way,” I tell her.

  “What do you mean?” She asks.

  For the first-time fear could be heard in her voice.

  “I’m taking you with me,” I tell her.

  I was going to take her home anyway.

  “No!” She whispered the word, but I heard her loud and clear.

  “Sorry sweetheart, it wasn’t a question, and I’m not giving you an option,” I tell her quietly.

  Chapter 20

  Texas

  This couldn’t be happening. It was all starting to crumble around me. Ivan came waltzing out of the shack like there wasn’t a man tied to the bed, dead.

  He looked carefree, almost happy. But that would be ridiculous. The man didn’t seem to have a happy bone in his body, and I wondered if he even knew how to smile.

  “Kell,” he tells me.

  I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at the man from the bar.

  “My name, little dove,” Kell, says.

  Sighing, I turned around. He started walking me to his car and wrapped his arms around me. He pressed his chest into my back nudging me forward.

  Kell. His name was Kell, and it was as fucked up as mine. The back door to the car then opened, and Ivan was standing next to it waiting.

  The closer we got, the more my nerves kicked in. I wanted to throw my head back and force him to release me. At the same time, his arms were wrapped around me doing something weird to my insides.

  I felt mushy. Like little butterflies were dancing in my stomach. I could no more fight him than I could deny him.

  “Get in the car, Texas,” Kell, demanded.

  Without a word of protest, I did as I was told. It was like he had this hold over me.

  “Burn it the fuck down, Ivan,” He commanded.

  Kell slid in beside me, forcing me to scoot across the seat. I couldn’t help but look through the back window as the building became engulfed in flames.

  I was entranced as the fire danced along the wood. Images of Lexa flashed in my mind, and I froze. She was at the house waiting for me.

  She needed me, and I wasn’t about to let her down. They were going to find her, and I wasn’t going to be the reason why she died.

  “Please, let me go,” I beg.

  “Why were you here little dove?” He asks.

  I looked at my black clothes and wondered where he got the dove? I wasn’t wearing white, if anything, I looked like a raven all dark and deadly.

  “I can’t tell you, but I need to go please,” I beg again.

  I didn’t want to hurt him, but I wouldn’t be the reason she died.

  “Where do you need to go?” He asks.

  “I can’t tell you that either,” I tell him quietly.

  “Then, I can’t let you go,” he replies coldly.

  I snarled in anger and frustration. I didn’t want to leave him, but I needed to. All our lives depended on it.

  “Why were you there?” I ask.

  His sigh was long and deep.

  “He was my brother’s man,” he replies.

  Every muscle in my body stiffened. He was Michael’s brother? The man who did such horrible things?

  “The tension in your body speaks volumes,” he tells me.

  I tried to relax, but it was a lot fucking harder than I thought.

  “You’re a Valisk?” I ask.

  It slipped out before my brain thought it through.

  “Yes,” he replies.

  I waited for him to elaborate. But he didn’t, and I knew this was his way to fish for what he wanted. The phone in my hoodie pocket pressed lightly against my stomach.

  I needed to warn Lexa and needed to reach Sam.

  “I need to pee,” I tell him.

  I really didn’t, but I was hoping he would take a small amount of pity on me.

  “You need to hold it for a bit unless you want me to hold your hand out here in the woods.” He says with a laugh.

  I shook my head. I would wait, but hopefully not for long. Ivan climbed into the front and started the car. Within a blink, we were moving.

  The town sped by in a blur, and I couldn’t focus on anything. His hand was on my thigh, and he rubbed gently up and down.

  It was almost like he couldn’t resist. Like he needed to touch me.
I wouldn’t admit it, but I needed him to touch me too. The car slowed as we pulled up a long driveway.

  I knew exactly where I was, the Valisk family house. It was a fortress, and I knew the moment I walked through those doors, leaving would be next to impossible.

  “Welcome home little dove,” Kell, tells me.

  This wasn’t home, I didn’t have a home. Instead, I stayed silent, there was no point.

  The door swung open, and Kell stepped from the car. I, however, sat there like a lump on a log. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to get out.

  Lexa. The word drifted through my mind, and I was quick to follow him from the car. She needed me and depended on me.

  “Bathroom?” I ask.

  He smiled and pointed to the front door. I rolled my eyes and marched up the steps. It was a no-brainer. Of course, the bathroom was inside.

  “Straight ahead third door on the left,” he tells me.

  My feet moved faster than my legs, and I almost tumbled over.

  “Careful little dove, I don’t want you to get hurt,” he says.

  His fingers gripped my arm, and I smiled even though my face turned a dark shade of red. Pulling free, I rushed into the room and closed the door.

  Quickly, I pulled out my phone and called the burner phone that I gave her.

  “Lexa, listen to me, I’m calling Sam. He’s going to come for you. Trust him and only him,” I tell Lexa.

  She said something, but I was already hanging up. Dialing Sam’s number, I pressed the phone to my ear.

  “Texas?” Sam asks.

  “Sam, I need you to go collect something for me,” I tell him.

  “What’s wrong?” He asks

  “Just keep her safe. I don’t need any help, ok? Just go get her. I’m sending you the address. This is important, Sam.” I tell him.

  “Hey, Tom man, what the fuck are you....”

  The man in the background faded as the door slammed behind Sam.

  “Send it to me,” he demanded.

  Pulling it away from my ear, I typed it and hit send.

  “This number is compromised. I’ll get in touch when I can.” I tell him.

  “Texas?” Sam asks.

  “Sam?” I ask.

  “Watch yourself,” he tells me.

  “Talk to you soon,” I tell him.

  Killing the line, I dropped the phone to the floor and slammed my foot into it over and over.

  “Texas?” Kell, asked.

  The pounding on the door was expected. I wasn’t exactly quiet. Kicking the pieces behind the toilet, I opened the door.

  “Who the fuck were you talking too?” Kell, asks.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I tell him.

  “Don’t fuck with me. Give me the phone,” he demands.

  Shrugging, I held up my empty hands. His eyes darken in anger, and I smiled. I was feeling defiant and I wanted to push him.

  I was clueless about why, but it felt important to push his buttons. Before I could question it, his fingers gripped my chin, and his lips crashed against mine hard.

  Chapter 21

  Kell

  Jealousy was a new feeling, and I didn’t understand it, not completely. I lose my fucking head whenever she’s involved. I heard her whisper a name.

  Sam. Who the fuck was Sam and where could I find him? I need to remove him from the equation. Texas was mine, and I wasn’t letting some piss-ant take her from me.

  Kissing her harder, I nipped at her lips in punishment. Her moans had my cock hard enough to pound nails into cement.

  I needed inside her pussy. She was so fucking adorable looking all defiant. It only ignited the need to show her who the boss was.

  I would never hurt her at least not in any way that would be damaging. The kind of hurt I wanted to give her was one that would bring pleasure.

  She sunk into me while her chest pressed against mine. My hands pressed against her perfect handful of ass cheeks and lifted her to me.

  Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her pussy lined up perfectly against my dick. It throbbed in pain as her hot heat soaked through my slacks.

  “Fuck, I need you,” I tell her.

  Her moans were accompanied by her hips grinding into mine. It was the only confirmation that I needed. I turned and walked to the stairs. I wanted her to spread out over my bed.

  I wanted her open and at my mercy. I needed her to scream my name as I pounded into her pussy, hard enough that she would never doubt who she belonged to.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, I didn’t slow down as we made our way to my room. Her giggles were adorable as I tossed her onto my bed.

  She bounced twice before I covered her body with mine. Texas then slipped her soft fingers into my shirt and pulled it apart.

  Buttons popped off, and a soft tinkling sound was made as various buttons bounced onto the floor. Her desperation was only fueled by our fire.

  “Fuck Kitten,” I say.

  Texas’s eyes darkened, and her hands smoothed over my chest. Her lips wrapped around my left nipple and she sucked gently.

  It felt fucking amazing, and if I didn’t know any better, I would think she was a professional. I became angry at the thought that some imaginary man touched her, and I pulled back.

  “Get your fucking clothes off, now,” I demand.

  The words left me with a deep growl. My caveman needs to make sure she knew that no one was getting what I was about to get.

  Lifting from the bed, I stripped my clothes from my body. Trying not to scare her as I removed them with force. She lifted her hips and pulled her jeans down.

  Her beautiful pussy was the only thing I could focus on.

  Chapter 22

  Texas

  I was on fire and felt cold at the same time. He was just standing there watching as I pulled each article of clothing off my body.

  I wanted him on me and needed him inside me so much so that it became almost painful. I wanted to beg, but the words refused to leave me.

  I licked my lips and stared at his hard cock. That seemed to be what set him over the edge and he was finally on me. His arms went under my knees, and he pulled me up and closer to him.

  He spread me wide before his cock pushed deep inside. It was so hard and forceful that it took my breath away. Before I could catch my breath, he had my feet on his shoulders.

  He was leaning closer to me, forcing himself further inside. Then, thankfully, he started to move. It wasn’t slow, and it wasn’t gentle. It was hard and demanding.

  It was dirty downright filthy in its intensity. He was fucking me like he couldn’t get deep enough inside of me and my lungs couldn’t expand big enough to release the moans I so badly wanted to scream out.

  By the fourth stroke, I was cumming. My body became stiff as it washed over me like a tsunami. Tingles sparked my nerves, and each muscle sang with pleasure as he continued to pound me into the mattress.

  He leaned in closer, folding me in half. His lips pressed against mine and one of his hands slid under the pillow before weaving into my hair.

  He fisted it before pulling on it, hard. His strokes became harder and more demanding. He was going deeper than I thought possible. I tried to scream as another orgasm exploded deep inside me.

  But nothing came out. Not even a gasp.

  “That’s it, kitten, fucking cum for me,” he demands.

  Like I could say no. I hadn’t even come down from the last one before I was cumming again. Wetness gushed between my thighs and coated his cock.

  His movements became shorter and harder hitting the spot deep inside me. It had me clenching hard around him, like my pussy was trying very hard to suffocate his dick.

  It seemed like it didn’t want to let him go. He jerked hard inside me, and a breathy moan accompanied him. His cock slammed against my womb and wet heat spread through me as he came.

  Surprisingly, I came again, and black spots danced along my vision and then it was completely black.

  “Litt
le Death,” Kell, says.

  I open my eyes and look at him, he was still above me, his cock still deep inside me. What the fuck?

  “That’s what they call it when you pass out from pleasure,” he tells me.

  I just stared at him. I mean, what could I say? It was kind of embarrassing. Without another word, he rolled off me and walked into what I’m assumed was the bathroom.

  The sound of the shower turning on had me in motion. I had a few minutes, and I needed to know if she was okay. Grabbing his pants, I dug into the pockets.

  Smiling, I pull his phone out and dial Sam’s number.

  “Sam?” I ask.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Sam, asks.

  “Did you find her?” I ask instead of answering

  I waited, holding my breath as he stayed silent for a heartbeat too long.

  “She tried to fucking shoot me,” Sam, growled.

  I tried not to laugh, but it was hard.

  “But, she’s okay?” I ask my voice strained.

  “Where are you Texas? And why the fuck does she need saving? Seems like she can handle herself just fine,” Sam, said.

  “Listen, I will explain when I can, but right now I need you to take her with you.” I tell him.

  “Where. The. Fuck. Are. You?” Sam, demands.

  Sighing, I grip the phone tighter.

  “I’m safe, but I quit Sam. They’re never going to let me go.” I tell him quietly.

  His sigh was hard.

  “About fucking time. I’ve got her, but Texas?” Sam, asked.

  “Yeah?” I asked.

  “Keep low and call me if you need help.” He tells me.

  “Thank you,” I replied.

  “Anytime Sweetheart,” Sam, said.

  He rarely called me anything but annoying or Texas. My heart swelled, and my eyes started to mist.

  “You know I will,” I tell him.

  Without another word, I ended the call. Then, the phone was plucked from my fingers, and an angry Kell was in front of me. Fuck!

  I let my guard down. I thought he was in the bathroom and like a fool, I didn’t bother looking.

  “Who the fuck was that?” Kell, demanded.