by Erin Trejo
“I heard the murder part. You get trigger happy? Itchy finger and all that?” I ask rolling my eyes as he chuckles.
“It was a fight that went a little too far. We kinda knew it was gonna come down to one or the other. I chose not to be the other,” he shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
The whole idea of killing someone doesn’t sit well with me, but at the same time I can’t see loosing Keaton either.
“So what’s the plan?” I sigh and ask as I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.
“The plan is to get to California and get to a safe place. Then I plan on workin’ some intel and findin’ out more about who could be after you. I don’t have much to go on so any information you can think of, tell me,” Keaton shoves off of the bed with a wince and heads into the bathroom.
I want to follow him, but the more I think about things the more I think that’s not a good idea. So instead, I sit on the edge of the bed and wrack my brain trying to come up with something, anything that might be helpful, but it all leads to nothing.
I was never involved in my dad’s business. Even when he wanted me to I took a step back and let it all go. I don’t want to be a part of the lies and deceit that makes up my dad. I’ve seen the way people get hurt for just being around him. That’s not how I want to live my life.
Keaton comes out of the bathroom with his hair brushed away from his face. He looks so fucking broken yet he’s so beautiful at the same time. My heart clenches every time he looks my way.
“You think you can drive?” he asks me while holding his left side.
I know he’s in pain and I’d do absolutely anything to take that pain away.
“I can drive. I’m not dumb,” I snap at him.
He chuckles as he moves to stand in front of me. He holds his hand out. I reluctantly take it and let Keaton pull me to my feet.
“I didn’t say you were dumb, but I did see that shit car you were drivin’. You sure you can handle a car that has real stearin’ in it?”
“Are you calling my car old?”
“That son of a bitch was damn near foot powered,” he chuckles before he leans down and presses his lips to mine.
I want to kiss him. Hell. I want to fuck him, but not in the condition he’s in right now.
“You’re a dick. That car took me to work and everything,” I say making it a big deal.
Keaton laughs. He throws his head back and bellows.
“Yeah, until it blew up. Which you should really be thankful for. That thing was gonna gas you the fuck out one day.”
My mouth hangs open as he throws insults because my car was blow to fucking bits.
“What did my car ever do to you?” I ask in mock madness.
“Well, that seat hugged your ass more than I have. You touched that wheel more than you’ve touched me. I think that’s enough,” he jokes making me laugh.
I love being like this with him. He makes it easy for me to be around him. When he first showed up it was rough, but the more I’m with him the more I love it.
“You can hug my ass anytime you’d like biker boy,” I say wiggling my eyebrows as his eyes narrow.
“Don’t think I won’t be takin’ you up on that offer babe, but right now we need to go and I feel like I’ve been run over by a semi.”
“Is that why your cock is so damn hard right now?” I tease him seeing the bulge in his pants.
Keaton shakes his head slowly. He grabs me around the back of my neck and jerks my body against his.
“I could make you drop to your knees and handle that for me before we go. Is that what you want?” his breath mingles with mine and the only thing I can do is nod my head.
He shifts slightly while watching to see if I’m going to change my mind. When I don’t a smirk crosses his face.
“Do it then,” he growls as he shoves me to the floor in front of him.
Keaton doesn’t move to help me undo his jeans. He stands there watching my every move making it hard for me to focus when my pussy is throbbing for a piece of him.
I reach up and unbuckle his jeans, pull them down his legs, and then do the same to his boxers. His cock bobs in front of me. It’s hard and ready to be taken. My mouth waters as I lick my lips, lean in, and take the tip into my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the head as Keaton groans and thrusts forward. His cock fills my mouth and stretches my jaw as he works his hips.
“I’m gonna fuck your face Skye,” he growls as he grabs a handful of my hair in his hand.
I nod my head. I want him to trust me, fuck me, kill me. I want it all from him.
Keaton growls low in his throat as his hips begin to thrust. At first it’s sexy as hell and I grip his powerful thighs in my hands as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. The soft skin of his cock is like silk as it drags along my tongue. The harder he thrusts the more I need to make myself come.
“Jesus. Skye your mouth is perfect.”
I take pleasure in hearing him say the words as I suck him into the back of my throat. I gag slightly and Keaton stills. He leaves his cock sitting at the back of my throat. When my eyes start to water and I feel like I can’t breathe, he pulls back and rocks in again. Over and over he begins to brutally fuck my mouth until tears are streaming down my cheeks. The high that I feel is fucking amazing and I don’t want him to stop. I feel him swell and hot bursts hit the back of my throat. I swallow each one and moan around him. Keaton keeps jerking until there is nothing more he can do and his cock goes soft in my mouth. When he pulls out I reach out and pull his cock back up and tuck him back into his jeans. Keaton pulls me by my hair to my feet before he devours my mouth with his.
“I’ll repay that favor,” he tells me.
“Oh I know. If you don’t I’ll never do it again.”
“You’ll do it again.”
“I’m not sure I liked it that much,” I tease him.
The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles and shakes his head.
“You tryin’ to push my buttons? Wait until I’m all healed up and watch what happens to that pretty, little ass of yours,” he warns me playfully.
“Are you gonna spank me?”
His eyes widen.
“You want me to spank you?”
Being the asshole that I am I spin around and say, “It’s not going to spank itself.”
Keaton’s eyes burn with heat and his nostrils flare.
“You are going to regret that shit,” he says pointing at me.
I stand up straight and move toward him. I wrap my arms around his neck carefully.
“I look forward to that. Now let’s go get in the car so I can drive your crippled ass around.”
I kiss him quickly and pull away from him. I pull my bags off of the bed.
“Crippled? I’ll show you crippled when your pussy is so swollen from the poundin’ I’m gonna give you babe. You’re gonna need a pack of ice for that shit.”
I’m laughing as I carry the bags toward the door. I reach for the handle when Keaton’s hand slams onto my ass.
“Fuck,” I yell before I look over my shoulder at him.
He winks at me and motions to the door for me to keep walking.
“Next time your ass will be naked,” he warns me.
67
Keaton
The drive to California was silent for the most part. She kept her eyes on the road, but I caught her sneaking worried peaks in my direction. I repeatedly told her that I was fine and that she didn’t need to worry about me, but I could tell that she did. My injuries will heal, but the memory for her will always be stuck in her head. I hate that for her.
Creed was surprised when he saw my face and that I was still walking. I don’t look my best but now that we’re here at the Fallen Angels Clubhouse I feel a bit more relaxed.
“They said you were here but I didn’t believe them. Haven’t seen you in years’ motherfucker,” Ryker says as he passes me a beer.
“Did you miss me?”
He chuckles and takes
a long pull from his own bottle, “Fuck no.”
“You glad you settled down here?” I ask him.
Ryker was a Nomad just like me. We connected more times than I can count and I always thought he was a good guy. He settled here years ago and it seems to be having a good effect on him.
“Fuck yeah. This is home brother. Never thought I’d have that, but bein’ here? I wouldn’t change a thing. Got my old lady and my kid. Life’s good here. You consider settlin’?”
Shaking my head, I reach for my cigarettes and pull one from the pack.
“Nope. Can’t stand bein’ in one place for too long. Fuck. I ain’t been home in so long I don’t remember what it’s like.”
“Damn shame. You should try it. Even if it’s at home. Once you got your woman with you everythin’ else just doesn’t matter.”
“Maybe one day.”
“Heard that. So the intel you needed? I’ve had some guys lookin’ into it for you. Nothin’ points to her dad. Not one piece of information. I’ve got friends in the mafia brother, and they haven’t heard shit. The only interesting thing they found was her brother.”
I cock my head to the side and study him, “Her brother?”
“Yeah. Now this motherfucker may be the reason someone’s after her. From what my informant said your girl was set to take over for her dad. He’s sick and dyin’. Don’t know if she knows that or not. She’s older than he is. Best we can figure is the brother wants her out of the way.”
I shake my head. That doesn’t make sense. She told me that her brother was the one that helped get her out when her dad wanted her to stay. Why would he send someone to kill her? She’s out of his way.
“It doesn’t make sense man,” I mumble to myself.
“Think about it. He wants her spot. Why doesn’t it make sense?” Ryker asks.
“Her brother helped get her out. He kept the dad away from her.”
Ryker raises his eyebrows and runs his hand through his hair while he looks at me.
“Maybe dad was tryin’ to find her? Mafia is fuckin’ complicated shit Keaton. There are so many reasons and so many people that could want her dead. Might not make sense, but that’s who they are brother.”
I nod my head. I agree with him there.
“Appreciate you lookin’ into this shit.”
Ryker nods his head and leans back in his chair.
“Where’d you fight?” he asks nodding to my face.
“Out in Texas. Fuckin’ big motherfuckers over there.”
Ryker laughs and nods his head when the door behind us opens. I don’t turn to see who it is, but Ryker looks before nodding at me. When I turn to see the tear filled eyes of Beverly as she looks right at me. My heart slams in my chest as I set my beer down and stand from my chair. It doesn’t take her but a few seconds before she runs and slams into me. I wrap my arms around her and she cries into my shirt. Tank and Ripley walk in and nod to me.
“Everything’s going to be okay now,” I reassure her.
She doesn’t stop crying and her small body shakes in my arms. I hear a gasp from next to me and when I turn my head I see Skye standing there with her mouth open.
“Beverly I want you to meet someone,” I whisper into her hair.
Now is as good of a time as any to introduce the two of them. Beverly pulls back wiping her face when I motion for Skye to come to me. She walks to me slowly unsure of how this is going to play out.
“Beverly this is my old lady, Skye.”
Beverly smiles up at me before she turns to look at Skye.
“It’s about damn time. It’s nice to meet you.”
Beverly steps into Skye’s space and pulls her into a hug. I watch the two of them before I step back to give them some space. Skye smiles brightly as they talk. A hand lands on my shoulder and I look over to see Tank. He’s the VP here at Fallen Angels.
“We talked to her. Told her she’s more than welcome to stay here and that we’d help her look for her dad.”
“No shit?” I ask.
“No shit. We got good guys here. None of that Hell Bound trash here. Sure we get a little fucked every now and then, but for the most part we’re straight these days,” Tank says with a grin.
“Appreciate that. She deserves somethin’ stable. She’s been shit on her whole life.”
“No worries brother. She’s good here.”
The thought of her having a home, an actual place where she can belong makes me happy. She deserves nothing less and knowing what I know about the Fallen Angels, I have no doubt that this a good place for her to be.
Once Beverly and Skye are done talking, Skye comes and climbs in my lap where I’m sitting in the back of the room on a couch.
“I like her,” she says.
“She’s a good kid. It’ looks like she’s stayin’ here.”
“That’s good right?” she asks as I nod.
“We need to talk,” I say as I shift her in my lap so that I can look at her. “The guys here have been checkin’ into shit for me. Nothin’ is comin’ back to your dad.”
“What does that mean?” she asks as her brows furrow.
“Shit does point at your brother though.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth Skye climbs out of my lap and looks down at me.
“No. He helped me Keaton. You’re full of shit,” she stomps toward the door as I blow out a breath.
I climb off of the couch and follow behind her. She storms through the door.
“It’s the truth. You can ask Ryker. I wouldn’t shit you on this Skye,” I snap at her.
She turns around and her glare is deadly, “He helped me. He knows that I want nothing to do with that shit. What’s the point? Huh?”
Fuck. I want to bend her over and spank her ass right now. She’s so fucking stubborn and defiant.
“You’re the oldest. You’re next in line to take over. Your dad is sick Skye.”
Her eyes widen when I say that.
“He’s sick? What’s wrong with him?” she asks moving closer to me as my chest tightens.
“I don’t know. Ryker didn’t say. From what he can gather is that your brother wants his place even if that means killin’ you.”
Skye shakes her head and closes her eyes trying to keep her shit together. I reach for her, but she jerks away from me.
“I need to confront him.”
“Who?” I ask.
“My brother. I’m going home.”
“Like fuck you are.”
She opens her eyes and glares daggers at me. She’s daring me to stop her.
“You going to stop me?”
“Goddamn right I am.”
She grins that evil grin before she steps into me, “I dare you,” she hisses.
“Don’t fuckin’ dare me Skye. You know I will fuckin’ tie you to a bed and leave you there.”
“I fucking dare you to try to stop me. I’m a fucking DeLuca,” she screams in my face.
I nod my head slowly as a smirk pulls across my face.
“You wanna pull that card? You’re a fuckin’ DeLuca? Well, guess what Miss DeLuca? You aren’t goin’ anywhere without me.”
“They will kill you Keaton. Trust me. They don’t like bikers.”
The laughter that escapes me is an almost evil sound.
“Well then, I guess you just killed your old man.”
68
Skye
Persistent son of a bitch. I’ve called him that over and over since we left California. I didn’t want him to come with me. This is my problem and my family. It’s doesn’t make sense to involve him, but when he slapped those fucking handcuffs around my wrists and the other side to the door handle, and he made it his problem.
I’ve cussed his ass out through I don’t know how many states. Every time he stops the cuffs stay on. I even tried to run at one of the rest stops. Keaton fucked me in the bathroom with the cuff still firmly in place. If I’m being honest with myself, I’ll admit that it was hot as hell. I won’
t give him the satisfaction of knowing that though. Not now anyway.
I gaze out the window lost in my own thoughts. I would have never thought that Antonio, my only brother, would want me dead. I put a lot of trust into him. I also put a lot of trust into Keaton.
At first I wanted to fight Keaton on the information he had, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that I was probably wrong. Keaton has no reason to lie to me. He has only done what’s best for me since the day I met him. Regardless of my anger and attitude he has never given me a reason to doubt him.
“You gonna ignore what’s going to happen the whole ride?” he asks.
I look over at him to see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Nothing is going to happen,” I tell him before I look back out of the window.
“I get it you know? You don’t want to believe he’d do anything to hurt you, but you need to face reality at some point Skye. He wants what you’re entitled to.”
I huff out a breath before I shift in my seat to face him.
“I don’t want to be entitled to anything Keaton. I don’t want it. I want my life back. I was happy in Georgia. I had a job. I had a few friends. My life was calm and under control until you showed up.”
That might not have been what I meant to say, but it was still true. I was happy.
“But where you livin’?” he asks not even looking mad about what I just said.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Where you livin’ or where you just makin’ each day go by Skye? From the looks of it you weren’t livin’. You were breathin’ and goin’ through your life like a fuckin’ zombie. You went to work and then came home. Maybe you went out to that little bar down the fuckin’ road, but in the end where would that lead you? After this are you plannin’ on goin’ back to that?” he snaps clearly getting pissed off at our conversation.
“No. I figured I could just run around with you forever. What the hell do you want from me Keaton? I don’t want the life my dad is trying to give me. I don’t want to wander the world never knowing where home is. I want something I can hold onto and cherish. Why is that so much to ask for Keaton?”
