by Alexa Rynn
It reminded me he was always with me, even if I left alone.
“Now get the fuck on the bike,” Trevor said, giving me another hard shove toward it. “Damn, you got an ass on you, don’t you, girl? Is your pussy that fat, too?” He reached out and grabbed a hold of it, sinking his fingers deeply into it. “I have a feeling you’re going to fit in just fine back at our clubhouse.”
I wanted to run, I wanted to scream but my mind kept flashing back to the gun that was inside of his waistband. If I ran he could kill me right there in the middle of the street. But, honestly, what was worse; dying now or the fate he was bringing me to? I held my necklace so tight that my knuckles ached and prayed like hell for my dad to help me.
And, then, like he had been listening to me the whole time; he was there. Not my dad, but Breaker. He was standing right in front of us in the middle of the street as cars zoomed in and our around him, honking for him to move out of the way.
How the hell did he keep doing that?
“God dammit,” Trevor said, flinging my body further forward. “Now this is going to turn into a whole big scene.” He reached down toward his waistband and without thinking about it I naturally started freaking out.
All I could think about was Breaker in the middle of that street not moving or speaking after he had a bullet put inside of him. Breaker could have handled him, hence why he didn’t want to go up against him back at the bar, but one man against a bullet wasn’t a fair fight. I didn't care how strong you were.
Turned out I didn’t have to worry though because Breaker was right in front of us before Trevor even had a chance to get his hands anywhere near his firearm; it was like Breaker had this superhuman speed or something; something about him reminded me of something that you would only see in a movie.
Breaker grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him onto the ground within seconds, reaching down and grabbing his gun off him before he proceeded to kick him in the stomach over and over again.
Blood was spilling all over the street and my vision started to grow fuzzy, I wasn’t doing anything but I could feel my adrenalin pumping out of my chest so hard that I felt like I was going to explode at any second.
I forced myself to breathe and then slowly looked around the busy street around me. The cars that seemed to be there only seconds before had cleared out; sensing danger and wanting nothing to do with it but there was still a few people scattered around. It was New York City; after all, this city always had someone up.
Anyone could see him at any second.
So many witnesses and Breaker seemed unconcerned.
“Breaker! Breaker!” I called out, trying to get his attention enough to stop him before he broke Trevor’s neck. “You need to stop! Please!” I didn’t know how I was finding my voice or my feet but I was because before I knew it I was running toward him.
I didn’t reach him before someone else was pulling him off Trevor and sending his large body flying across the street. The man who stood in front of us was almost as big as Breaker with the same dark features and a head full of dark hair. He looked at Breaker with worked up eyes; letting his gaze dart back and forth between the two of them.
Fear filled the inside of my stomach as a gang of bikes pulled up and men started jumping off and walking toward us. Each was more tatted and leathered up than the one before. Was this Trevor’s crew? Here to defend him? Breaker was tough but he wasn’t a match for ten on one, no matter what his strength level was.
“What’s the problem?” The leader of the group that had arrived stepped up, looking back and forth between Trevor and Breaker.
Breaker shrugged and spit up on the ground, running his hands over his face. “Just out for a stroll, Brick, ran into Trevor here,” he paused and for a second I thought he was trying to defuse the situation but after a second he smirked and added, “with my fist.”
Brick shook his head and neared Breaker, looking him up and down. “In the middle of a neighborhood, bro? Have you lost your mind? They're only about a million camera phones within a one-mile radius.”
Breaker looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “You okay?”
Brick turned his attention to me, noticing me for the first time. His eyes went wide with recognition and then he motioned for one of his brothers to come closer to him.
“I’m okay,” I managed to get out. “I want to go home.” This whole night just kept getting weirder and weirder and all I wanted was to get the hell out of there and fast.
Brick chuckled. “We all want to go home, girl.” He turned his attention back to Breaker. “What do you need from us?” The rest of the biker’s had lined up behind him except for a few who were standing next to Trevor, looking down at him like they wanted to strangle him.
They all stood at Breaker, looking at him like the loyal brothers and club they were. They weren’t Trevor’s crew at all; they were Breaker’s, and they were ready to do anything he wanted for him; all he had to do was ask.
I started to back away from the crowd; hoping to take the chance and leave the situation altogether. “Don’t move,” Breaker ordered without even turning his gaze toward me.
Crap.
“I warned him,” Breaker said then, turning his head to the side and glancing at me. “He didn’t listen, make him pay the price.” Before I had a chance to fully realize what was going on brothers were running back and forth between the bikes and Trevor, scurrying as fast as their legs could carry them.
Breaker and Brick looked on silently.
“What’s going on?” I asked shakily. I knew I should know better but I couldn’t help myself, something seemed off, something bad was coming. I could feel it.
Everyone ignored me and a second later Trevor had chains wrapped around his feet and was being mounted to the back of one of the brother’s bikes. He was screaming now; begging for his life but no one was paying much attention to him. They were concentrating on the task at hand instead.
A second later a brother roared the engine of his bike to life and jumped on, he looked back at Breaker one last time who just nodded one time and then he took off; dragging Trevor’s screaming body behind him through the city streets.
All that remained were the echoes of his screams.
And the liquid that watered the streets from his blood.
Chapter Three
HARPER
“You didn’t have to kill him!” I mumbled, pulling Breaker’s jacket tighter around my body as we walked down the city sidewalks. He had insisted I wear it after I started shaking in the middle of the street; if only he knew it was out of shock and fear and not from a chill.
“He disrespected me,” Breaker said simply as we rounded a corner. His black t-shirt rose up a little and revealed a flat stomach as he reached in his back pocket to pull out his phone and check something on the screen.
I tore my eyes away from his abs and crossed my arms over my chest. “So, what? If someone disrespects you then you just go around killing them?”
“Yes,” he told me, clearly thinking this was no big deal. “And technically I didn’t do any killing,” he pointed out, looking up from his phone and meeting my eyes.
“Right,” I grumbled. “You just gave the order.”
“Do I need to remind you that he was beating the shit out of you when I walked up on the two of you?” He shook his head. “He’s lucky dragging him through the streets is all I did to him, I should have had him skinned alive.”
“Why?” I snapped, stopping in the middle of the street.
“Why?” He frowned.
“Yeah, why?” I moved closer to him, like maybe if I got a good enough look I could figure out whatever he was hiding behind those deep gazes of his. “You don’t even know me, Breaker, why are you going so out of your way to look out for me?”
He stared back at me for a few seconds, searching my eyes. For a second I thought he was going to say something real; something that had meaning and an explanation as to where the heck he had come
from but after a second his same smug smirk appeared and he stuck his hands sheepishly into his pockets. “Maybe I’m just a nice guy.”
“You don’t seem very nice,” I told him but something inside of me squirmed the way it always did when I was telling a lie; which made little sense. I didn’t even know him! “How did you know my name, anyway?” I asked him then, thinking about what I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask him back at the bar.
“I know everyone’s name in the city, it’s my job to know.”
I rolled my eyes. “You don’t know everyone’s name.”
“Sure I do.”
“You know the names of the thousands of people that live in New York City? Every single one of them?” I pointed to a man walking down the other side of the street. “What about him? What’s his name?”
“Jacob,” Breaker told me without even looking over. “He works at Macy’s on the overnight shift and my guess is that he’s just getting out for the day. Probably going to head home for some coffee and a good day’s sleep.”
“Oh, you just made that up!”
“I guess you’ll never know,” he winked.
“You’re responsible for a man’s death!” I told him, annoyed. “How can you just be walking around cracking jokes like nothing happened?” I knew I was pushing it, people didn’t talk to Breaker like this, especially not people who had just officially met him but I couldn’t help it, I was really worked up about what had happened back there and everything that had happened on this night in general.
Breaker rounded a corner and looked down at the ground, not speaking right away. “Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to in order to maintain a little order, Harper. If you let one man go around disrespecting you then before you know it you have a whole bunch of people doing it.” He shook his head. “You don’t know anything about my world.”
“And you don’t know anything about mine either,” I snapped.
“I know more than you think.”
I clung to the locket around my neck. “You think you do.”
Breaker stopped in front of my apartment building and reached out, taking my necklace in his fingers and turning it back and forth slowly. “Why do you always fiddle with this when you’re nervous?” His eyes burned into mine.
It was so nerve wrecking listening to him talk about me like he knew me, like my traits, were normal to him or like he understood or didn’t understand them. Normally I didn’t tell anyone about my father but it felt different with Breaker. It was insane; I had just watched him send another human to their death and I still felt like I could trust him.
I hated this hold he had on me when I had only just met him.
But I couldn’t control it.
“My father gave it to me right before he died,” I found myself saying out loud. Breaker froze, his hand still intertwined with my chain and a far away look came into his eyes. “He was killed…” I trailed off for a second before clearing my throat. “We were leaving my grandmother’s birthday party and some gang member shot up our car.” I didn’t know why I was telling him this; I didn’t even know him but somehow it felt okay, somehow it felt like he would understand.
Which was crazy.
Breaker dropped my necklace and looked uncomfortable. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” And something about the look in his eye told me that he really meant it.
Suddenly, I felt silly for telling him about any of it.
“Well,” I told him, clearing my throat loudly. “Thanks for insisting that you got me home safe, even though you really didn’t have to, like I said.”
God, why did he make me so nervous?
I felt like I was constantly rambling around him.
Breaker reached around me and opened the gate in front of my building, he ushered me in before coming in himself and closing it behind him. “I had better stay the night.”
I laughed loudly but inside I was fighting off rocks in my stomach. Breaker Hughes couldn’t spend the night at my house! With me there! I had only just met him! He was… he was… he was too damn sexy for that. The truth was that I didn’t trust myself around him. Not that he would ever want to hook up with me when he could literally have any girl in the city… but still, apparently, that didn’t stop me from falling all over him like a little school girl since that was what I had been doing all night.
“You can’t sleep here!” I told him when the serious look on his face didn’t change. “I barely know anything about you! And the few things I do know are extremely shady!”
He pushed me toward the front of my building, ignoring my concerns like they were silly. “I saved your life twice tonight, what more do you need to know about me?”
I watched his perfect body as he moved further away from me and took the steps up two at a time. When he reached the door he opened the screen and turned around to look at me. “Come on, Harper, I’ll stay in the living room. I just… I just want to make sure nothing else goes wrong tonight.”
This was insane.
I had only just started talking to him a few hours ago and every second since had been complete and total craziness. There was no way I could even be thinking about letting him come up to my apartment for the night!
Only… somehow I was.
As much as I hated to admit it to myself I didn’t want him to go anywhere. I wanted him to stay close to me; I feared I would feel an emptiness I hadn’t known existed if I let him leave. I steadied by breathing and met his eyes, trying to not think about the fact that his cock was like a lion and his body was as ripe as a tiger. “Fine, but you’re staying on the couch.”
Chapter Four
BREAKER
I shouldn’t have been at her apartment; I knew that. I shouldn’t have been anywhere where she could spot me at all. Getting this close to her was a risk: a dangerous one, and one that I definitely shouldn’t have been taking.
Yet, there I was. I had never been very good at following rules; or not taking risks. My little brother told me that was my biggest downfall; that I would do things I knew were stupid just to prove I could; just so everyone would know I could get away with it.
But this was different; Harper was a different situation. Nothing about being around her was about the chase, it was more than that; I owed her something. Something I knew a man like me could never really repay.
“Here, I brought you some sheets,” she told me, emerging from her hall closet with some fabric in her hand. “I know I have a spare pillow around here somewhere.” Her brown eyes darted back and forth between her chair and sofa.
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her, throwing my leather jacket onto the kitchen table. “I probably won’t sleep.” I moved her curtains to the side and looked down at the city streets between us. I had a few of my brothers outside watching the front but I still had to be aware of my surroundings at all times.
“Oh,” Harper said, startled. “Why not?”
“Did you lock your door?” I asked, turning to look at her again. It was only a matter of time before Trevor’s club heard about what had happened to him. If they were stupid enough they might come looking for a fight that they would surely lose. His club was new; not seasoned enough to stand a chance against my brothers and me.
She looked over and then started to cross the room. “I must have forgotten.” She switched the deadbolt over and then turned around to look at me again, pushing a small piece of her dark hair behind her ear.
My cock felt like it was going to swell up even more than it already had. Harper was beautiful, that much was obvious, but not in that over the top way where she would come off like she tried too hard. No, she had the whole natural thing going on. Her tan face and deep eyes combined with her firm ass and big tits were enough to make my cock firm just by looking at her for too long.
Not that she knew it.
She was typically way to modest to think any guy was ever looking at her. Something that had been painfully obvious to me since I first started looking o
ut for her all those years ago.
“You should go to bed,” I told her, forcing my eyes away from her. If I looked at her much longer I wouldn’t be able to control the growing hard on that wouldn’t calm the fuck down inside of my jeans.
“I don’t know if I can sleep after tonight, to be honest,” she sighed loudly and closed some of the distance between us. “I can’t stop thinking about all that’s happened.”
My eyes traveled down to her lips. “I don’t want to talk about tonight, Harper.” Why did she have to be so sexy in her little dress? She never dressed like that. Of course the one night I had come in contact with her after all this time she had to be showing more skin than usual.
“Oh,” she bit down on her lip nervously. “What do you want to talk about then?” She fiddled with her fingernails, pushing them over and over in her hands as she looked up at me.
Ugh, the whole innocent thing was such a turn on.
I looked her body up and down slowly, not being able to help myself. “I don’t want to talk at all.” I realized just how true the words were when they left my mouth. I didn’t mind talking to Harper, she didn’t take any of my shit, but the more she opened her mouth the more I thought about how it would look wrapped around my cock.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course you don’t,” she said, trying to make a joke out of it. But I could see the curiosity in her eyes; the thrill of wondering what could be. Just like always, she didn’t think a man could look at her that way. She didn’t think I could look at her and be as instantly turned on as I was.
If only she knew.
She went to move past me but I reached out and grabbed her arm in my hand off impulse and held her in place. She froze and looked up at me, a serious look in her eye. The apartment was so silent that I could practically hear how fast her heart was racing even without the loud thump her pulse was making through her veins and transferring over onto my hands.
She was just as turned on as I was.
The idea only thrilled me more.
