Shattered (Shattered Souls MC Book 1)

by Heather Dahlgren

  The woods was a good fuck, but this, being able to see every part of her, it’s so much better. I lean forward and my tongue drags up her pussy, leaving her taste on it. I moan in approval as she sighs in satisfaction. I can’t take it anymore, I feast on her. My tongue thrashing against her, my teeth nipping, my mouth sucking. Her hands hold my head down, keeping me exactly where I am. It’s hot as hell and spurs me on. The need to have her come is almost as strong as the need to keep her safe.

  “Oh, Zane, please, damn keep going,” she shouts.

  I don’t need her words to keep going, but fuck when she begs, it’s my weakness. I move my one hand and dip my fingers inside her tight cunt, moving them hard and fast. My mouth continues it’s assault on her too. She writhes under me as I bring her closer to the edge. I glance up her body as I bite down on her clit. She arches off the bed and it’s fucking beautiful. Her pussy tightens on my fingers and I know she’s going to come. I don’t slow down, I keep going until she explodes.

  “Zane,” she yells, trying to squeeze her legs together.

  I pull my fingers out and lick at her until she settles. Once she does, I step out of my jeans and boxers, climbing up her body. “Fuck, babe. You taste even better than I remember. But, now I want you to ride my cock.”

  There’s no hesitation once I flip us over. She kisses me and runs her hands all over my body. Her touch sears me, always has. When she pulls away, she sits up. Her wet pussy teasing my hard dick. Her tits are begging to be touched, so I reach up and grab them. She lets out a sigh and lifts her hips, sinking down onto me. My eyes shut in ecstasy. Her pussy sucks me in and squeezes tight. It’s enough to make any man worship her, but fuck that. She’s mine. No one else will ever again see or touch this pussy.

  She starts to move and I open my eyes to watch her. Her head is back, hands on my thighs, and body moving to take me in. I pinch her nipples and she moans. I take my hands off of her tits so I can watch them bounce. She rides me faster and faster, making it difficult to let her have this control. The view though, fuck, it makes it worth it. I slip my hands around to her ass and sink my fingers into it.

  “Fuck, Harper. You feel so good wrapped around me, look at me,” I demand. She does, as she continues to move. “You’re mine.” She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with bright eyes. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine,” I order.

  “I’m yours, Zane,” she moans out.

  “Fuck,” I hiss. I sit up and slam my mouth to hers. I kiss her with the power she’s just given back to me. “Say it again,” I whisper, holding her head still with my hands in her hair.

  “I’m yours, only yours.”

  I flip her around and get behind her. Before anything else can be said or felt, I slam my cock into her. She screams as I fuck her, never once slowing down. She needs to feel me, feel that she’s mine. I yank her head back by her hair as I pound into her. She’s moaning and yelling, loving how it feels. Just like I am. Her ass is pressed against me and I smack it, again and again.

  “Fuck, I’m so close,” she shouts.

  “Oh I fucking know, babe. I feel that tight pussy squeezing my dick. I need you to come on me, don’t fucking hold back,” I say.

  Our bodies are slapping together, bringing us both close to coming. My hand connects with her ass again, harder this time. As she moans, I reach around and rub her clit. She screams as her orgasm rips through her and covers my dick. I keep fucking her as she shouts, until I can’t hold back anymore. I explode, my orgasm tearing me apart. I groan her name until I’m finished. We collapse onto the bed and I pull her into my arms. Her head is on my chest, her fingers tracing my many tattoos. Both on my arms and chest. I rub her back as my lips stay pressed against the top of her head.

  After a while I gently pull her hair to make her look up at me, I kiss her nose. She smiles and I grin. “I’m gonna make this work, babe. We have a few weeks while your old man is gone. Let’s enjoy those and take it from there.”

  “Okay,” she concedes.

  I kiss her, slow and sweet this time, thanking her without words. “I love you, Harper Kingsley.”

  “I love you, Zane Maddox.”

  Chapter 6

  Harper

  It’s been five days since I last heard from Zane. I hate that I know exactly how long it’s been. It makes me feel weak, but when it comes to him I am. I’ve tried keeping myself busy, working longer, to try to occupy my thoughts. It’s pathetic. I’m acting like one of these strippers, hanging on the promises made to me. I’ve driven past Souls a few times and each time his bike is there. The urge to pull in was almost unstoppable, but I didn’t stop. I went home each time and drank until I couldn’t remember who I was.

  “Harper,” my father yells, breaking into my thoughts. For once I’m grateful for the distraction.

  I go into the back, where he is holding the door open for me. “What’s up?”

  “I’m going out of town for a few weeks. I need Dom with me. Are you going to be able to handle this club without me?” he asks.

  He’s got to be fucking kidding me. I run everything here from opening everyday, closing every night and everything in between. The only thing he does is count the money coming in. I don’t dare say that though. I know when to keep my mouth shut about certain things. “Of course. I’ll be fine,” I say with a smile.

  “I’ve got guys here until you leave. I’ve got guys watching your house. You’ll be safe.” He lights a cigar and blows the smoke away from me.

  “Dad, I don’t need babysitters. I was going to have some girl time. I don’t need any outsiders scared to come to my house or to go out to dinner with me,” I lie.

  He laughs and shakes his head. “College friends coming in?”

  Sure let’s go with that. “Yep, exactly.” I know lying to him is the worst thing I could do. He’s going to find out and I’m going to regret it. I’m just fucking tired of having no freedom. “I’m not a teenager. I can handle myself,” I say.

  “They’ll be here, but I’ll tell them to leave your place alone. If you go anywhere, I expect you to let Sal know though,” he says, raising his eyebrows.

  “Is there a reason?”

  “A reason I want to keep my daughter safe?”

  I’m getting frustrated now. “No, a reason why I need to report in like a goddamn child?”

  “You’re my child,” he hisses. “Dom and I won’t be around to know what you’re doing, so yeah, you will report in.”

  “To know what I’m doing? What the hell does that mean?” I question.

  “It means, we won’t be around to keep you away from Zane,” Dom cuts in as he comes down the hall.

  Anger boils inside of me as I stand there looking between them. “Go to New York. Pick up your next shipment. Maybe get your dicks sucked while you’re at it.”

  The punch I feel knocks me back into the wall. It’s not my father this time though, it’s Dom. I should’ve known since it was a punch. He’s fucking dead. “Don’t ever talk club business away from the table again, you entitled bitch.”

  I lunge at him, but my dad holds me back. “Enough,” he yells. He spins me around to look at him. “Your business is this club. Nothing else. Don’t talk about shit you don’t know and don’t ever talk about my dick again.”

  “It’s only my business when you use me as payment, right dear old Dad?” I retort, staring right into his dark eyes.

  This time the slap I feel is from him. Not once, but several times. He keeps me pressed against the wall by my throat, searching my eyes with his angry ones. “You need to remember who the fuck you’re talking to.” He slaps me again for good measure, his ring drawing blood on my cheek before he turns away. My face is burning with pain, but I get a bit of satisfaction when his fist connects with Dom’s jaw. “Keep your hands off my daughter.”

  I go back onto the floor and ask Linda to cover for me. She knows how to do everything and I have no worries about leaving her in charge. I sit in my car and when I see my father,
Dom, and the rest of the guys leave, I do too. I drive home and once I walk inside, I let my anger take over. I knock everything off the counters, glass breaks everywhere, papers fly, and my morning coffee drips down the cabinets. I look at the mess and go into the bathroom to shower. I have no doubt I’m going to be swollen and bruised in a few hours, so I’m hoping the shower helps keep the swelling down at least. I’m used to being smacked around by my father, but Dom? That piece of shit is going to get his. I’ll kill him myself.

  Once I’m done in the shower, I do my hair and makeup. My face is a mess already, but I’m not letting it stop me. I slide on my favorite jeans and black long sleeve shirt that falls off my shoulder. When I look at myself I wish my face wasn’t showing signs of my life, but I walk out of my room. I grab my cell phone and call my friend, Ivy. We’ve been friends as long as Zane and I have. She went to school with us and even though she wasn’t a part of the MC life, she was accepting of it. She’s a waitress in town and makes shit money. I offered her a job, not stripping, but waitressing. She wouldn’t take it though. It’s not something she wants to be mixed up in. I understand, just like she does.

  “Hey, Harp, how are you?” she answers.

  “Been better, Ivy. What are you doing?” I ask.

  “I’m just getting off, why what’s up?”

  I hear her car door close and smile. “Can you meet me?”

  Twenty minutes later, we meet at the bar she used to work at. I get out of my BMW and she gets out of her Honda. As soon as she sees me, the smile on her face fades. “What the hell happened?”

  “Life sweetheart. That’s why I’m here,” I say. She folds her arms and nods for me to continue. “How would you like to drive the BMW for a while?”

  She laughs before lighting a smoke. “You want them to run me off the road instead of you?”

  “Fuck, I’d never put you in danger, Ivy. I just want to fly under the radar for a couple weeks. No one is going to do anything, they’ll just see my car driving around. I told my father I was having some girl time. They’ll just think it’s at your place,” I explain.

  “You just want me to drive it around. Take it to work and when I need to run errands?”

  “Exactly,” I say.

  She chews her lip, a nervous habit she has. Nothing will happen to her. Sal just needs to see it around from time to time. That fat asshole doesn’t care about anything but trying to bang as many strippers as he can. He’ll just see it and tell my father I’m around and out of trouble. I’d never put her in danger. I just need time away and I can’t do it with a tail.

  “What happens if they see me?” she asks.

  “They’ll call me and ask why you’re driving my car. Don’t worry, I promise you, I’d never do anything to put you in harm's way.” I blow out a breath and decide to tell her the truth. “I need to see Zane and I can’t park my car at his club. Do you understand?”

  Her smile returns and she drops her cigarette. “Are you two finally getting back together?”

  “It’s complicated, but I need to see where it’s going. So what do you say?” I push.

  She tosses me her keys and I grab them with a grin. “Take it. Go find love.”

  I hug her before handing her my keys. “Thank you, Ivy. If you need me just call.”

  We both pull away and I laugh when I look at her driving my car. She looks too excited. Although, it may resemble the excitement I feel or maybe it’s nerves. I’m not sure at this point. But, as I drive to Souls, my heart is pounding in my chest.

  I pull into the parking lot and sit in the car for a while. I’m a confident woman, extremely comfortable in any situation. I can hold my own, even if my face says differently. But, the thought of walking into Souls and having his club, his uncle, take their revenge out on me, keeps me in the car. Zane said I needed to trust him and I do, but there are so many ways this could go bad. I know they’re all pissed about Club Kingsley. I would be too, if it were the other way around. I’m just not certain they know it was my idea.

  After about a half hour, I decide it’s now or never. Zane has no idea I’m coming, but that’s how it needs to be. I need to see if what he said is the truth. If they’re going to be alright with us together, me here. Not to mention, I haven’t seen Zane and I have no idea what is going on behind these walls. I walk up to the door and pull it open. When I step inside, I’m impressed with how good it looks. I haven’t been inside since I was a kid and it didn’t look anything like this. It’s comparable to mine. It’s clean, the lighting is decent, and the crowd is really great. The girls are familiar and I want to run out of there. My goddamn father. He’s taking their talent. Fuck.

  I’m suddenly pulled aside. I yank my arm away and look over at Kace. “Fuck, Kace.”

  “What the hell are you doing, Harper?” he hisses.

  “Relax, I’m here for Z. I promise,” I say.

  He looks at me and takes a step closer. “What the fuck?”

  “Please don’t,” I say, touching my cut up, swollen face. “How are you?”

  “Z is going to lose his shit when he sees you,” he warns.

  I swallow and look up at his serious face. “I know. Seriously though, how are you? I heard what happened.”

  He gives me a smile and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “I’m alive, sweetheart.”

  I laugh, nodding my head. “Yeah you are. Are you still with Rachel?”

  “I’m not staying with someone who can’t be bothered to help when I’m on my deathbed.”

  “Shit, sorry,” I say. “She was a bitch anyway.”

  We both laugh and he sighs. “You want me to call Z up here?”

  “No, I need to see something for myself. If you could just tell me where he is, that would help.”

  “He’s in the back with Brooks. You can’t just go back there, Harp,” he warns.

  “No shit. I’ll just sit and wait,” I say, walking away from him.

  I’m not here to hide. I’m here to see how welcome I really am. Reid and Alex come to sit with me for a few minutes. I’m taken aback by the hugs I receive from them. They both ask how I’ve been and say they are going to kill my father for the way my face looks. It’s almost like I belong here. So far, anyway. But, when the doors open and Zane walks out with Brooks and Enzo, I’ll admit, I put my guard up. I glance at the exit and back at them. When they reach the table, Brooks is the first to smile. Which for him is strange. He’s a miserable asshole, so it’s a red flag.

  “Harper, it’s good to see you,” he says. “Christ, what the hell happened?”

  Zane pushes everyone out of the way and grabs my hand. He pulls me to the back without a word. He turns down a long hallway and I know it’s the rooms they stay in when they decide not to go home. It’s either to escape or to fuck. I hate the idea of either. Especially when we go into the room and he locks the door behind us. I notice a lot of his belongings and it makes my stomach drop.

  “You’re staying here?” I ask with disgust.

  He gently touches my face before turning around and punching the door. “Is this because of me?”

  “No, it’s because of me,” I say.

  “What the fuck happened, babe?” he asks, his voice low and pained.

  I go to sit down on the bed, but think better of it. Who the fuck knows what’s gone on, on there. I lean against the dresser instead and cross my arms. “You know how I like to run my mouth,” I say, trying to joke about it. He steps closer, no sign of amusement on his face. I decide it’s better I go with the truth. “My father and Dom. I said some shit they didn’t like.”

  “Fuck,” he mutters. He once again gently strokes my cheeks. “I’m gonna fucking kill them both.”

  “It’s not worth it. It’s over and I’ll heal.”

  “The fact that this doesn’t enrage you, enrages me more. How the fuck can you just let them do this to you and just take it? I know you’re stronger than that,” he yells, pacing the floor.

  I grab his arm to make hi
m stop pacing and look up at him. “It does enrage me. Go look at my fucking kitchen. But, there’s nothing I can do. The more I say, the more I get.” I close my eyes briefly and sigh. “Except Dom. I’m gonna kill that asshole myself.”

  He wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly to his chest. He kisses the top of my head before resting his chin on it. “There’s my girl.”

  He keeps a tight hold on me for what feels like hours, before I pull away. “I’m not here to talk about that. I’m not looking for you to rush in and save me.”

  “I know that,” he whispers.

  “I’m here because...fuck...you said all that shit and then just disappeared. What the hell do you want, Z?”

  I hate saying it, but I won’t just let him wrap his arms around me and pretend. This isn’t a game. It’s real and it’s scary. I need to be steps ahead of my club at all times. If I’m not, I’ll end up in a fucking body bag.

  “I meant every word I said, babe. You think it’s easy to stay away from you? I did it because you were nervous about your old man. Obviously, I made the right decision. If this wasn’t because of me, I’d fucking hate to see what would be. I know he left a few hours ago. I was going to be at your place tonight,” he says.

  I search his eyes and I know he’s being honest. It relaxes me and makes me feel like a fool. I’m always expecting the worst. Not because of him, just because that’s how everything in my life has played out. My mom was killed in a car accident when I was a kid. My father didn’t want to raise a girl, but he had no choice. His solution was to bring me to the club house. I ran around while they sold drugs. I’ve seen more shit, more death, more destruction, than anyone should. It just became the only thing I knew. The club was my family. My father let girlfriends and wives of members care for me. Every time I got close to someone, they were either killed or run off. I started not to trust anyone, because I knew they’d leave. The only one who never did was Zane. I should know by now, but I still expect to turn around and he’ll be gone. Everyone I’ve loved I’ve lost. Everyone I hate keeps getting closer.