“She’s here in New York, brother, living in Glen Falls. She’s living with a friend—”
It figured she’d come home. “Man?” I snapped out the question.
Reaper smiled. “Woman.” He paused in contemplation, and I could tell that he was seeing something that I couldn’t. “Hot pussy.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “Anyway, Rollin is up there keeping tabs on Rosa.” He reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. “Here’s her fucking address for when you’re ready to deal with her.”
I took it from him.
“One more thing.” My gaze met his. “You don’t do this alone, brother. This is non-fucking-negotiable. Wolfman goes with you. He and Rollin are back-up.”
Even though I’d opened my mouth to protest, I knew that Reaper was right. I could fucking handle Rosa on my own, but the circumstances surrounding the situation would be unpredictable, and she would be a distraction. We never did club business without someone at our backs, and this was no different. Thumbing the paper open, I glanced down at the address.
Fuck.
It was time.
I made eye contact with Reaper. “We’ll leave in the morning.” I needed to check shit out before making my move on her.
Chapter 3
Rosa
I nearly collapsed into the booth, totally exhausted from all the dancing I’d been doing, and maybe just a little bit drunk. I’d tried to be careful about how much I’d consumed in the beginning, but as the evening went on I’d found myself getting caught up in the party atmosphere. It was hard not to, especially when I wasn’t forking out any money of my own. The three guys that had been vying for my attention had kept the drinks coming, and so far they’d been happy with just a dance. I knew in time that they would expect a little more, but I planned on getting out of there before then.
Marie had her own thing going on. Every once in a while I’d catch a glimpse of her, and it was clear that she was plastered and enjoying herself. So far I’d only caught her with one man, and though they hadn’t made use of the stairs that led to the second floor rooms yet, they were practically fucking right there on the dance floor. We’d made eye contact a couple of times and exchanged smiles, giving each other a thumbs-up that all was good.
Man number two was slowly making his way back to me, swaying in a way that told me that it wasn’t the music, but the alcohol he’d consumed, making him move that way. The drinks in his hands were spilling over onto a floor that was already wet in several places, and was littered with items from hair assessories, gum and candy wrappers, to discarded shoes and panties. The place was jam-packed with people, vibrating with heavy rock, and strong with body odors, pot, and arousal.
“Ready for another, baby?”
I shook my head even as he put a drink down in front of me. My limit had been reached three drinks ago, and I wanted to leave there on my own steam. It was time to find Marie, call a cab, and go home. We could come back for her car in the morning. “No more for me tonight, thanks,” I said, giving him a smile.
“Oh, come on! The night’s just beginning!” he said, taking a sip of his drink.
It was after two in the morning. Keeping the smile on my face, I shook my head. “If I drink that I’ll throw up on you, is that what you want?”
He paled slightly, as if he was about to throw up. “What about a last dance then?” He set his glass down next to mine. “Then we’ll go our separate ways.”
Oh, yes we will, I told myself. One more dance wouldn’t hurt, so I scooted out of the booth. There was really no designated dance floor, so I let him take my hand and we took a couple of steps away from the booth. The song that had just started was one of my favorites, and before long I closed my eyes and began to sway to the sensual beat. I liked how the low base pulsated through my blood, creating a sensual surge throughout my body. It was the kind of song that aroused the soul. I felt trickles of perspiration slide down my throat, between my breasts and at the inside of my thighs.
With my eyes closed it was easy to imagine my partner was Raze. Even though we’d never danced it wasn’t hard to picture in my mind. The intimate touches, the swaying of our bodies against one another, sparking a slow need that could only be quenched in one way. I was swaying toward something I couldn’t control. I just wanted to feel the moment, and pretend things had been different between us. I wanted it to be his body grinding close behind me, singing me with its heat. I wanted his hands on me, claiming me as his. As I let my relaxed stupor take over my senses I parted my lips with a sigh. The alcohol-laced blood in my system churned with desperate need. I could have been alone with my thoughts.
Only I wasn’t.
I started briefly at the large hands suddenly winding their way around my waist from behind. Ever so slowly they glided upwards, over my slightly rounded belly to just beneath my heavy breasts. As I allowed my body to sink closer into his I felt proof that he was turned-on. Somewhere deep down I knew that I should stop him, but I kept my eyes closed and fooled myself into believing that it was Raze behind me. Always Raze. For once I was going to live out my fantasies and let the moment take me where it would. I could deal with the aftermath later, when cold reality forced its way in.
Our movements against one another were lazy and erotic. My backside was grinding against his hard cock, and I raised my arms above my head. His hands followed, linking with mine, while he nuzzled his face against the back of my neck. The scruff covering his jaw intensified the spike of hunger controlling my movements. Then he was trailing his hands down my arms and over my breasts, taking their weight into his palms and squeezing gently at first and then roughly as he lost control. The low sound escaping him revealed his pleasure. I knew I should protest and end the dance then, but the massive erection throbbing against my ass kept the words locked deep inside my throat. It had been so long, too long, and the alcohol and dancing had primed me for sex, but not with a stranger.
I shuddered. Raze.
Why was it always him?
The man behind me stiffened abruptly. Fuck, had I spoken his name out loud? My eyes flew open and I let my gaze drift down to the large hands on my breasts. I caught my breath, seeing the bulky, silver rings covering each finger. The ones on his right hand spelled out the name of the one man that I loved beyond reason and hoped never to see again. I froze in fear. His body continued to grind against mine, clouding my thoughts and confusing me.
I had to be dreaming!
“Why’d you stop moving, baby?” His mouth was against my skin, singing it with his hot breath. “Finally figure out who I am? I replaced your friend.” He kissed the side of my neck, and then his teeth grazed my flesh, making me shiver as goose bumps covered my skin. A whimper escaped me and I closed my eyes. One of his hands left my breast to travel up to my throat, where he cupped it and pulled me closer to his mouth. “So soft, Rosa. Just like I’d always dreamed.”
“Raze—” I shivered.
His hand tightened. “No, you don’t get to fucking talk,” he growled against me. His breath was hot and heavy. Another sound escaped me when he ground his cock into my ass. “I see you’re all dressed up for fucking,” the hand around my throat moved down to where my dress ended, and then his hand was between my legs, slowly inching upward, “Maybe you’ll get your wish, baby.”
I shook my head and tried to close my legs against his invasion. As much as I wanted Raze, I knew the man touching me now was no longer the man that I wanted, but the monster I’d created. He wanted to hurt me, and I couldn’t blame him. I could feel the restraint in his taut body. I glanced around to see that everyone was involved in their own little world, oblivious to what was going on around them. There would be no help from anyone. Except maybe from Marie, if I could somehow find and get her attention.
“Don’t—” I dropped one of my hands to cover his, trying to prevent him from continuing up the inside of my thighs. But he was too strong and determined. “Please—”
His laugh w
as low and cruel in my ear. “Oh, you’ll be saying please, baby, more than once before I’m done with you.” I screamed out when his teeth sank into me but the beat of Guns N’ Roses drowned the sound out. “I hope you like pain, baby.”
Tears burned in my eyes at the intense hatred in his tone. I deserved it, but it was tearing me up inside. “I can explain.” Without warning he swung me around, and our eyes were able to meet for the first time in three years. I caught my breath. He didn’t even try to hide his hatred of me. Without warning he shoved me and I found myself in the arms of another man. As hands gripped my shoulders I looked back far enough to see that it was a biker, dressed like Raze in black leather and jeans.
“Where the fuck is Wolfman?” Raze snarled, looking at the man holding me.
“Taking care of her girlfriend.”
Marie! “No—!” My panicked reaction was cut short when I found my arm jerked roughly behind me. I struggled anyway. “Please don’t hurt her, Raze.” I ignored his friend’s brutality. “Please.”
He just stared at me, his cold eyes dead inside. “You know where to take her,” he snarled.
Raze made it clear by his taut expression and harsh tone that his hatred was very real. And I knew that any tears I shed would only fuel his contempt. I realized that I would have to suck it up and take whatever I had coming to me. I knew enough about motorcycle clubs to know that you didn’t fuck with them, and you never betrayed them. I doubted that confessing my love for Raze would save me now. If anything, it would only give him more leverage to use against hurting me.
And he would hurt me.
I watched his large body weave throughout the crowd until he disappeared from sight. What were they going to do with Marie? She was innocent in all of this. God, if anything happened to her it would be my fault. My gaze scanned the room as I was pulled toward the door. To the casual observer, if there’d been one, it might have looked as if I were leaving with my date. I spotted the bouncers still at their posts and thought about making a commotion but the whole room was a blur of commotion, and until I knew that Marie was okay I wasn’t taking any chances.
So where was I being taken? The answer to that wouldn’t be revealed on the journey there. As soon as I was outside I was tossed into the windowless back of a van. The following clicking sound revealed that I was also locked in. Since it was dark and I couldn’t see I sank to the floor and rested my back against the side of the van. Soon afterwards we were moving, and hours later when we came to a stop it was to the sight of a single house deep in the mountains. I assumed we were still somewhere in New York.
It was early morning, and the sun was just rising. I barely had a chance to suck in some fresh air before being dragged into the cabin and straight to a back room. A light was switched on when we entered the room, and I sucked in an audible breath. The stark condition of the tiny room didn’t escape me. There was a single cot with a thin mattress covering it, and neatly folded at one end was a sheet set and blanket on top of a pillow. The one and only window had bars over it. Other than a single chair, there was no other furniture. I felt sick to my stomach as it dawned on me what this cell-like room represented.
Where was the bathroom? As I turned to question the biker, who hadn’t spoken two words to me, he closed the door in my face and locked it from the other side.
Chapter 4
Raze
As soon as I’d dealt with Wolfman and the fucking situation with Rosa’s friend I headed up to the cabin. I knew Reaper was going to be fucking pissed about Marie showing up at the clubhouse, but there’d been little else we could do. Apparently Rosa had told her friend about leaving her old man. When Marie realized that I was a biker she’d assumed I was Evil and that I’d come to drag Rosa back. At least that’s the impression Wolfman got from Marie’s drunken ramblings. She’d been about to make a scene when he’d been forced to act. A light clip to the jaw had rendered her unconscious.
Thank fuck the bouncers had believed the story about his runaway wife. Now he was on his way to the club house with an unwilling woman, and I was racing toward the club’s cabin in the mountains. We used the place as a safe house during club trouble, and its location was only known to club members and their families. It was isolated and hard to get to, fuck, the place didn’t even have an address, and the only way to get to it was by veering off a one-way dirt road onto an even smaller one.
I pulled my bike around to the back of the cabin next to Rollin’s van, cut the engine and kicked the kickstand down. Just as I was dismounting the door opened and Rollins stepped outside. “How is she?”
“Fucking calm, brother,” he replied, lighting a cigarette. “Doesn’t seem worried or scared.”
That wouldn’t fucking do. I wanted Rosa scared. I wanted her crying and broken. Rage began to build in me at the thought that she was fucking accepting her fate. Either that or she just wasn’t afraid of me because of the history we shared. Was the bitch relying on my friendship with her brother? She should know better than that. Her years in a biker’s club should have taught her that friendships didn’t trump fucking betrayal.
And then it occurred to me. Rosa knew. She fucking knew how I felt about her, and she was relying on my feelings for her to prevent me from hurting her. That had to be it. What she didn’t know, or realize, was that love and hate ran parallel. I’d fucking crush her using both. I fisted my hands, felt my jaw clench, and felt the sweet taste of revenge in my blood.
Rollin sucked hard on his smoke, watching me closely. A slow smile curled behind the smoke drifting over his bearded face. “Fuck, brother. I can feel the hate rolling off you. What are your plans?”
I glared at him. Rollin was a soldier, a newly patched member. “You don’t fucking need to know.” He shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him. “You can go back to the club now.” I walked toward the door.
Once inside the small kitchen I went to the cupboard where I knew the fucking booze was kept. I grabbed the first bottle of unopened whisky and started to reach for a glass before deciding that I didn’t need it. I fucking needed more than a shot to fuel me for what I wanted to do to Rosa. I couldn’t let her get to me. I wouldn’t. We may never have professed or acted on our fucking feelings for each other, but we both had known they were there.
Well, the time for acknowledgement had fucking lapsed. Her betrayal had sealed her fate, and I was ready to make her pay. I downed about three shots worth, letting the raw burn settling in my gut fuel my hate. Running the back of my hand across my mouth, I headed for the bedroom where Rosa was locked up, thinking about her pretty face as she’d sat on the stand, condemning me, still hearing her tearful words when she’d sworn that I had done the killing, and recalling the silent plea in her eyes as she stared at me. I understood then that she didn’t believe what she was saying, yet it hadn’t stopped her from lying.
I came to her door, turned the lock, and opened it. Rosa turned from the window she’d been staring out of, tear tracks lining her smooth, olive-toned cheeks. Even in her disheveled state she was fucking beautiful. Her midnight hair was shiny and half tumbling down to her shoulders. I let my gaze wander lazily over her full curves, taking in the slight changes that had occurred since I’d seen her last. She was soft and ripe, and I was going to devour her.
She took a hesitant step toward me.
“How many men have you fucked, Rosa?” I asked from the doorway.
My question startled her, and she halted abruptly. I could see the confusion shimmering in her eyes. Her brows furrowed. Those sweet, full lips parted as she opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
“How many men have been between your legs in the last three years?” I snarled, baring my teeth. She stepped back against the window in fear. “How many pounding into your wet pussy?”
She began to shake her head. “No one,” she whispered. “There’s been no one since—”
“I was locked up?”
Tears swelled in her fucking eyes. “Raze, I’m so sorry�
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“No!” I was on her before she could finish. “You don’t fuckin’ get to say sorry, as if that will make it all go away,” I gritted into her upraised face, upraised because my hand was in her hair, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look into my eyes. “Three fucking years, Rosa. For three fucking years your lies kept me behind bars, kept me from my club.” I swung her around and crushed her against the window, moving my mouth next to her ear. “Kept me from fucking.”
Keeping her pinned, I reached for the zipper at the top of her dress and pulled it all the way down her back. When it stopped at the top of her luscious ass I took the parted material in my hands and ripped it the rest of the way open until her whole fucking backside was exposed. I ignored her gasp, taking in the smooth slopes of her rounded ass, naked because of the thong she had on. Lust slammed into me like a freight train at the sight of all that curvy flesh. I wanted to squeeze it until she was branded with the imprint of my hand, leaving no doubt as to who she fucking belonged to.
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