CORRUPTED: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Mia Miles

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Brittney

  “This might sting a little bit,” Nails said as he dabbed a moist cotton ball on the side of my face. I winced as the rubbing alcohol stung against my cuts.

  I sat on the toilet in the bathroom of my room at the clubhouse. Nails had pulled out everything he needed to take care of me and patch me up. I leaned forward and let him play nurse.

  “This reminds me of the cabin,” I told him. “You remember that night, don’t you?”

  He laughed, not taking his eyes off my cuts and bruises. “Yeah, I remember. That was an interesting night. Nothing like this,” he said.

  “No, but you were kind and helpful that night as well. I knew right away you weren’t the type to go kidnapping someone. I knew you were a good guy,” I mused.

  “I beat your dad with the butt of my gun tonight. I’m not sure that qualifies me as a good guy,” he argued.

  “What if I told you that he wasn’t actually my dad?” I asked slowly.

  “What do you mean, he wasn’t your dad?” He sat back and looked at me. “Are you telling me you were adopted?”

  “Not quite, but close. No, apparently my mother slept with another man, and Chase decided to keep me and raise me as his own. He decided to tell me because he realized I was never going to run his business.”

  “Damn, I’m sorry, baby,” Nails said. He put his arms around me and gently hugged me, like I was fragile and likely to break.

  “No, it’s better that I know. Now I don’t have to feel guilty for walking away or for what happened to him tonight. You know what else he told me?” I asked him.

  “Oh God, I don’t want to know,” he said, laughing. “Tell me it doesn’t get worse than telling you he’s not your dad.”

  “No, it doesn’t, but this next bit might be of interest to you. He told me that Russo came to him for help getting reconnected once he was out,” I stated.

  Nails raised his eyebrows in surprise. “He said what?”

  “Yeah, that was sort of my response, too. This whole time I’ve been thinking he was this part-time, sort of connected associate of the mob, but he’s apparently in it pretty deep. He never came out and said it, but he kept implying that he uses the company to launder money for the mob. And apparently, a lot of that money is his,” I added.

  “No way. I always thought he was a front for someone else. I never assumed that he was more than just a cover,” Nails said as the revelation sank in.

  “Nails, it was pretty scary tonight,” I said, leaning towards him.

  “Come on,” he said, putting the cotton balls back on the bathroom counter. He stood up and took me by the hand, pulling me up with him. “Let’s go sit down,” he said as he led me into the bedroom.

  We walked over to the bed and climbed onto the soft, smooth sheets. He took me in his arms and pulled me close to his chest, kissing the top of my head while he hugged me.

  “Tell me everything that happened,” he said.

  I took a deep breath. “That’s a lot,” I warned him.

  “Tell me anyway. I’ve got all the time in the world to listen to you,” he told me dreamily.

  So I told him. I told him everything from the moment I walked into the house after work until he showed up at the warehouse to get me. He listened quietly, occasionally squeezing me tighter or kissing me. I told him about the kidnapping

  “You just can’t seem to get away from that, can you?” he asked, laughing.

  “What can I say? I’m very kidnappable.”

  We talked long into the night about everything that had happened. He told me about how it felt to lead the guys to the warehouse to find me and how it felt to be the one calling all the shots for the evening. My heart swelled with pride for him.

  “When all of this started, you didn’t even want to take money from your brother. When you finally did, you even took it as a loan instead of as a gift. Now, you’re talking about leading a group of guys on a mission to save your business partner from the man everyone thought was her dad,” I reminded him. “You’ve really come a long way.’

  “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he admitted.

  I laughed. “You wouldn’t have done it if it hadn’t been for me, so I guess that evens out somewhere.”

  “It evens out right here.” He squeezed me again.

  My body was still sore from being tied up and stuck in the same position for so long, but I let him hold me close anyway. I nuzzled his chest with my aching face. The pain was softer in his presence, and I definitely appreciated that. I snuggled up to him, burying myself in his embrace. His smell surrounded me. It smelled like strength, care, and the leather of his cut.

  I lay there next to him, listening to his breathing, relishing in the fact that he’d rescued me. He’d handled Raymond on his own there at the end. He had as much to be proud of as I did.

  “So, what’s next for Brittney Chase?” he asked sleepily.

  “A name change,” I told him.

  We laughed.

  “I’m only half kidding. I need to drop Chase for something else. But, I also need to return to work and to school, as long as I haven’t been dropped from my classes.” I was mainly thinking out loud, not really trying to answer his question.

  “You can come back to work whenever you’re ready,” he said. “As for school, I’ll keep helping you out with that. No problem.”

  I sat up. I didn’t know if it was because of everything that happened earlier that night, or if it was because we were sharing our feelings, but I felt emboldened enough to say something finally about school.

  “What if I decided I wanted to do something besides nursing?” I asked him.

  “That’s up to you, but I thought that was your dream job.” He still lay on his side without me.

  “I thought so, too, but I hadn’t really done anything else before I decided that was what I wanted to do,” I continued.

  “What changed?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

  “After working with you for a little while, I decided I wanted to do something like business management or marketing, something like that,” I told him.

  “That sounds great. I mean, really, that sounds more up your alley than nursing. Nursing seems like it would be a stretch for you.”

  “Are you just saying that?” I asked.

  “No way. I’m just making an observation. From what I’ve seen, you run an office really well, and you know how to sell a business, so maybe something more along those lines would be better for you. I’ve thought so for a while now,” he answered, laying it on thick.

  I sighed. “I guess you’re right. I didn’t want to do it sooner because I was afraid you’d be mad that you were paying for me to go to school for nursing but I was working on something else instead.”

  He laughed. “Come on. I’m helping pay for your school. I don’t care as long as you go back. Discover yourself. Hell, re-discover yourself. Either way, do what you want to do, not what you think everyone else expects from you. That’s what it’s there for.”

  I lay back down on the bed. “I guess you’re right. I’m just not used to not having expectations for what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.”

  “You just do what feels right to you,” he said as he put his arms around me. “The rest of us can deal with it and work around it.”

  “Well, this is what feels right, right now,” I told him as I pressed my back against him.

  “I can get down with this,” he said, pulling me close and kissing the top of my head again.

  “I bet you can.”

  We lay there again for a little while in silence, just breathing and holding each other. The events of the day had left us speechless, finally. We had said everything that there was to say, but our bodies and our hearts were still talking in the way we held each other.

  I started to think that there was something to all the talk about us being involved more deeply than just as business partners. Business
partners didn’t spoon at the end of the day. They didn’t hold each other and drift off to sleep, slowly, in a deep embrace. Business partners didn’t usually sleep together at all. Our connection ran deeper than running a shop together.

  It was time for us to acknowledge it, I felt, but Nails had begun breathing more deeply and rhythmically. His grip on me had relaxed slightly. He was asleep already. I wasn’t about to wake him to tell him I had finally realized how I’d felt this whole time. I knew there would still be time to talk the next day, and I knew we would.

  I wondered if he felt the same way about me. I wondered if the reason he’d been so nice, even from the beginning, was because he liked me. There had been times when it seemed like he did, and there was no denying that there’d been a connection between us the times we slept together.

  I had thought it through so many times in my head, but I had never found the time to say anything to him about it. I felt we had both avoided it for so long. Everyone else saw it. I’d been called on it so many times over the course of the day that I had actually almost called him my boyfriend, just out of habit.

  I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the room. I heard his breathing, felt his hard pumping behind me. I listened deeper.

  I listened to the sounds of the building beyond the walls of the room we were in. I could hear the guys who were still awake downstairs, listening to music, drinking, and talking over pool while someone ran the table. Outside, traffic occasionally passed by. Most of the guys had gone home.

  It started to feel like the bag was back over my head, and I opened my eyes wide with a jerk. I gripped the arm around my waist and looked around the room to make sure I wasn’t back in the warehouse or the house I’d grown up in.

  “What’s wrong?” Nails asked drowsily behind me.

  “Just a bad dream,” I told him, rolling over and burying my face in his chest again.

  “It’s okay now, baby. Go back to sleep,” he said flatly, already halfway back asleep, himself.

  He wrapped me in his arms again, and I closed my eyes with my face and hands pressed against his firm chest muscles.

  “Goodnight,” I breathed onto his skin. With that, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing my body to relax against his in the familiar bed of the room at the clubhouse. I’d slept here a few times over the last several months. It should have felt like home, but it still felt more like a hotel room.

  Then, with my eyes closed and my breathing measured, the room drifted away from us. Soon, it was just the two of us in the bed, with nothing around us, no one to worry about but ourselves. The world floated away as I finally, peacefully, drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Nails

  “Is that the last of it?” I asked Brittney as I came outside and put the last box of her things in the back of the truck.

  “That’s it,” she said with a big glowing smile on her face. I wanted to kiss those lips, but in my bed, not in Chase’s front yard.

  “What about your furniture?” I asked her. “Everything’s still up there.”

  “I’ll get new furniture. None of that was really mine anyway,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she opened the passenger side door of the truck.

  “Are you sure? You know, once we leave today, I’m not ever coming back here,” I told her.

  “I’m sure. Let’s go,” she said, encouraging me to get in the truck with her.

  I hopped in and cranked up the A/C. The cool air froze against my sweat, cooling me off. I sank into the seat and sighed.

  Brittney grabbed and squeezed my hand. “Come on, baby, let’s go,” she said.

  I liked this new Brittney. She’d been more openly affectionate with me since I’d pulled her out of the warehouse. It was definitely a new phase of our relationship. I hoped it meant we were going to be talking about our status before too much longer.

  I pulled out of her yard and started driving away from her old house, away from her old life. We had both come a long way over the last few months. She was going to pursue something besides nursing in school. I was going to pursue a leadership role in the MC once I got my promotion. Things were really looking up for both of us.

  I drove her back to my house, where I unloaded the truck while she held the door for me. Luckily, I wasn’t having to lug her boxes back upstairs. I was taking them straight into the house and putting them in the extra bedroom, which was going to become her personal room for the time being, until we could talk things over and decide how to redo the whole house.

  I couldn’t believe I was letting her move in full-time. Our life together was going beyond working together and trying to help each other succeed. Work and school no longer made up all of it.

  When I pulled the last box in, she closed the door behind me and followed me to her room. I put the last box on top of the stack of boxes in the corner and stepped back to look at them.

  “My whole life,” she said. “Or at least the important parts. It’s all in those boxes.”

  “Not all of it,” I said, turning around and pulling her into my arms. Sometimes I found it easy to forget how much shorter than me she was, but when I held her close to me, her head rested perfectly on my chest.

  I put a finger under her chin and lifted her face to mine. I leaned down and kissed her. Our lips met tenderly and lingered for a moment before we pulled apart from each other.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” I told her.

  “Me too,” she agreed.

  “I think it’s time for us to talk,” I said in a more serious tone.

  “I think so, too.”

  “Good. Come on.” I took her hand and walked her into the dining room, where we sat at the table, across from each other.

  “This feels so official,” she remarked, laughing.

  “It almost feels like it should be, doesn’t it?” I asked her.

  “It does, oddly enough,” she laughed.

  “Maybe that’s because we’ve spent so much time fooling ourselves into thinking this whole thing was official. You know, we’ve been treating our relationship like it’s just business this whole time, ignoring a lot of things we both feel, and ignoring where our relationship is going naturally,” I said.

  She blinked and opened her eyes wide. “You said a mouthful,” she told me with a chuckle.

  I knew I had to be the one to set the tone, so I decided to start over. I reached across the table and took her hand. I stared deep into her beautiful eyes. The golden afternoon light coming in from my kitchen window got caught in her hair and set it ablaze. She was, quite possibly, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

  “Okay, how do I say this?” I asked.

  “Just say it,” she said thoughtfully.

  I smiled. “Thank you for that.”

  “You’re welcome. Anything I can do to help.”

  I laughed. “We get along really well, don’t we?” I asked her.

  “It would seem so,” she answered, looking at me with a playful smile on her face.

  “Maybe a little too well sometimes, I guess,” I said. “I’m trying to be serious here, and we can’t stop cracking jokes at each other for two minutes.”

  She made a serious face. “I’m sorry. I’ll be serious.”

  “Now that you’re back— Now that things have gotten completely out of hand between us and with Raymond, I think it’s time for us to define a few things about who and what we are,” I started again.

  “Okay, I agree. I think we’ve waited entirely too long.” She looked at me with a certain light in her eyes that said she was waiting on me to say it for her. She wanted me to be the man and take charge, her independence be damned.

  “First, I don’t want you going off again. I don’t want you to leave. I know you’ve been ‘staying’ here, but I want it to be more than that.” I made the quotation marks with my hands.

  “What are you asking?” she asked me.

  “I’m asking you to move in. Fu
ll-time, not just sleeping under the same roof. Sleeping under the same covers, in the same bed. I want you to live with me. I want to see you through school and help you achieve your dreams. I know we talked last night about you getting back to school and changing your major. If that’s what you want to do, you have my support, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that for me,” I said.