Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Blow?” Fury asks me, arching his brow.

  I don’t answer verbally, but instead I grin with a shake of my head. I was irritated when I saw him dead on the floor but my irritation quickly diminished when my eyes reached Hattie. I let it go, I let it all go, because the only thing that mattered was that she was safe and breathing.

  “Good. Now let’s see if we can get some more info out of these fuckheads,” Drifter grunts.

  A knock on the door causes all of us to freeze. Torch walks as slowly as possible over to the door and looks through the peephole, then he turns to Hattie and smiles.

  “Your mom’s here, Hattie,” Torch whispers. I feel her body go stiff next to mine as her eyes widen and look up at me.

  “You okay to talk to her?” I ask, concerned with her mental state, considering she hasn’t said much to me except not to leave her.

  “Yes,” she says just above a whisper.

  My brows pinch together in concern, but I try to shake it off. Hattie starts to walk toward the door, and I stay close behind her. We slip through the front door so her mom can’t catch a glimpse at the mayhem inside.

  Once I’ve closed the door behind me, I look up into the now frightened eyes of Hattie’s mother. She’s pretty, a more mature version of Hattie with her long lithe body and plump cheeks.

  “Hattie, I came because your father told me what happened. I didn’t know—I didn’t know you were still involved,” she mumbles nervously.

  “I’m Johnny Williams, Mrs. Morris,” I introduce myself while holding my hand out to shake hers.

  She shakily takes my hand. I give hers a squeeze before releasing it, then watch as her eyes dart from Hattie to me and then back to Hattie.

  “I can’t offer much, but I came to help,” she says, turning her focus back on her daughter.

  “It’s fine, mom. I’ll be fine,” Hattie says. Her voice doesn’t sound right. She’s going to go into shock or some shit soon, I just know it.

  “It’s not fine, Hattie. You’re blackballed from working here, and your father is being so stubborn by not paying for your education, something we’ve always promised and encouraged we’d pay for. I’m so mad at him, we aren’t talking right now,” she huffs, folding her arms across her chest.

  “He was right. I don’t have a plan, not really. I can’t expect you to pay for something that will probably just end up being a waste of money,” Hattie shrugs.

  I move and wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her closer to me. It’s the only way I can feel useful as I try to support her.

  “What are you going to do for work and money, Henrietta? I want to help you in any way that I can, but I don’t know how,” she says. It’s sweet of her, though I try not to laugh at Hattie’s name.

  “I don’t know yet,” she mumbles.

  “She’s comin’ to Bonners Ferry with me,” I announce. Hattie’s spine straightens, as does her mother’s.

  “What?” her mother cries.

  “What?” Hattie breathes, looking up at me with her innocent, yet scared, big green eyes.

  “I’ll take care of her. She wants to bake cookies and serve wine, or whatever the fuck, then that’s what she’ll do.”

  “Johnny?” Hattie whispers as her eyes fill with water.

  I don’t understand why she’s crying again. I’m giving her what she wants, to make her desserts or whatever. Why would she be upset about this?

  “I… No, I don’t want you to take care of me. I need to take care of myself,” she says standing firm, or at least trying to while her bottom lip trembles and tears run down her cheeks.

  “You mine?” I ask as I turn to her and wrap my hand around the side of her neck.

  “Am I?” she asks quietly.

  “Better fuckin’ believe it,” I growl before I take her lips in a hard kiss.

  “Excuse me,” Hattie’s mother says, interrupting us. I look up and am surprised to see that she’s smiling. “You and my Hattie, this is a real thing?” she asks.

  “Yup,” I mutter.

  “I don’t agree with it. I have to say that first before I say anything else,” she informs me.

  “You might not agree, but I really don’t care,” I say harshly.

  “I know who you are, Johnny. Make her happy,” she murmurs before she places a kiss on Hattie’s temple and turns to leave.

  “Mom?” Hattie asks. I watch as her mom turns around and grins.

  “We only have one life to live, Hattie. Do I want you to go to college and be a success? Of course. But more than any of that, I want you to be happy,” she says. Without another word she walks away from us.

  “That was weird,” Hattie mutters to herself.

  “No shit, princess.”

  “Were you serious, Johnny? I thought… I thought we discussed this and what you want… I can’t give you,” she stammers.

  “What you do give me is all I need. I don’t need anything else,” I inform her as I cup her cheek and run my thumb over her pretty lips.

  I stare up at Johnny in awe—no, in shock and awe. His words are unbelievable, completely crazy, and also, completely crazy sweet. I want them to be true, I want him to not need anything or anybody else but me. I want to believe every single thing he’s telling me.

  “What you do give me is all I need. I don’t need anything else.”

  His words repeat in my head as I look up at him, into his chocolate eyes. Whatever this is between us, its fate, it has to be. Fate three years in the making. If I tell him no, if I tell him to leave, I might miss out on the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me. I’ve wanted it, wanted him, for three years. He’s here, and he’s offering me exactly what I want this time—him. All of him.

  “Hey, Hattie,” a deep voice says from behind me.

  I turn slowly and widen my eyes at the man walking up the staircase. He’s huge, like linebacker huge, with a beard. His arms are bigger around than my waist. He’s gigantic. I recognize him from the party Johnny took me to, but I don’t remember his name, just that he’s married to Brentlee. I never saw him up close. I didn’t know he was as big as a brick wall.

  “Uhhh,” I say, unsure as to why he knows my name.

  “This is Sniper, one of my brothers, remember?” Johnny mutters behind me.

  “Hello,” I say, offering my hand out to shake his.

  “I’m heading inside,” he grins as he shakes my hand and gives me a wink before he’s gone, slipping through the front door of my apartment.

  “He’s married,” Johnny grunts behind me. I turn to face him again and can tell that something’s wrong. He looks angry.

  “Okay…”

  “So you can put your fuckin’ eyes back in your head,” he growls.

  I can’t help myself. I laugh. It isn’t a giggle, it’s a full on laugh a clutch my stomach and almost fall to the floor kind of laugh. I feel delirious and light headed but I can’t help it.

  He’s jealous.

  I find it the most amusing thing in the entire world. Johnny. Jealous. I suck in a breath trying to stop my uncontrollable laughter but I can’t seem to calm down.

  “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” I stutter.

  After all of the drama and fear that I’ve faced over the past twenty-four hours, it feels good to laugh, even if Johnny’s head looks like it’s about to explode. He turns to leave me where I am, but I grab his wrist and pull him off balance. Then I jump into his arms, wrapping my own around his neck, and I kiss him.

  I press my mouth to his and slide my tongue between his lips. He stands stock still for a moment and then his hand tangles in my hair at the back of my head, and his other one grabs a handful of my ass. I moan pressing myself closer to him.

  “I only want you, Johnny,” I murmur against his lips.

  “You get only me, Hattie,” he grunts before he takes my mouth again.

  “Sorry to interrupt, but we got three fuckheads we need to question. Prospects are on their way in a van to cleanup. Your girl needs to pack her shit
up,” a big, tall, handsome, blonde man says. I remember him from the party, too. He’s Kentlee’s husband; but again, I’ve forgotten his name.

  “You get that situation outta her room?” Johnny asks.

  “You mean that dead asshole?” I ask, arching a brow.

  The big blonde man chuckles before he turns to Johnny and nods.

  “Don’t look in your dining area, you’ll be all right,” he grins.

  “Well, now I’ll want to look,” I say, furrowing my brow.

  “Princess, don’t be smartass,” Johnny grumbles.

  “I like her, Dirty. Liked her the other night, like her even more now. She’ll get along with the Old Ladies, no problem,” he says before he winks his blue eye at me and turns away.

  “You need to pack up your shit. Take what’s the most important to you because you probably won’t ever be back here,” he announces.

  “What about my furniture and dishes and stuff like that?” I ask in confusion as he set’s me down on my feet. I follow behind him through the men loitering around my small living area.

  “Present to your landlord.”

  “I spent my own hard earned money on all this stuff, Johnny. I can’t just leave it here,” I inform him as we enter my room. There’s one of my favorite blankets, soaked with blood, covering where the man who held me hostage was murdered.

  “Whatever you want, Hattie, it’s yours. That means, you want a kitchen full of dishes and shit, you pick it out and I’ll buy it for you. Whatever you want, you’ll have the best,” he mutters.

  “I can’t let you do that,” I whisper.

  Johnny’s head dips down and he presses his lips to mine.

  “Princess, you deserve it all and more. Whatever I can give you, it’s yours,” he murmurs before he places his lips gently against mine.

  “I’m feeling like this is all happening so fast,” I mutter.

  “Warp-speed, princess, get used to that. It’s kind of how I operate,” he grins with a wink. “Now, pack up your personal shit and I’ll be right back. Got to talk to the guys.”

  I watch as he walks out of the room, leaving me alone with a pool of blood and a smile playing on my lips, my heart beating ridiculously out of control. I try to ignore the blood, and think about everything he’s said the past few minutes.

  He’s offering my dream on a silver platter, every single part of it. Desserts and him. I’ve never wanted anything else. I don’t know him completely yet. I could hate him, but there’s something that screams at me to trust my gut. Trust my sixteen-year-old self who trusted him completely. He’s had my back more than once. He’s protected me, and now he’s saved me. Not only has he saved me from the men who held me hostage, but also from being essentially homeless, and he doesn’t even know it.

  “Leap, Hattie. Jump and don’t look back,” I whisper to myself as I open my duffle bag and start to shove clothes inside.

  I don’t have a ton of personal things or mementos. My parents have everything from my childhood still at home, so clothes and shoes are the only things I’m packing, aside from my laptop. I rush around the room as quickly as possible, and then freeze when I get to my dresser.

  There is a picture of Willa and me with our arms around each other. We’re fifteen, maybe sixteen in the photo. I’m smiling huge, all goofy and bright eyed. She has a smirk on her face, but she doesn’t look happy. Not that she ever has.

  “You talk to her?” Johnny asks as he rests his chin on my shoulder. I jump slightly, startled by his entrance.

  “No, not since that day in front of my apartment with you,” I admit, not taking my eyes from the photograph.

  “This shit settles down, we’ll get you two handled,” he whispers before his lips touch right below my ear.

  “I don’t think I want us handled, Johnny,” I admit.

  “Why’s that? You’ve been friends your whole life, princess,” he murmurs against my neck as his hands rest on my hips.

  “I don’t think she’s a true friend. She ditches me in unsafe situations after putting me there in the first place; she put me down in front of you to make herself look better; and she aided in me losing my job. That’s just in the past two weeks. It’s run its course,” I murmur.

  “Whatever you want, Hattie. If something changes and you want to mend that fence, I’m cool with it,” he says. A smile forms on my lips.

  I don’t know that I’ll ever get tired of Johnny offering me whatever I want. To a girl who has been told what to do her entire life, doing whatever I want feels—liberating. Though I’m under no illusion that he won’t freak out if I try to do something he doesn’t approve of, he’s still offering me a support I’ve never had before. I find it intriguing.

  “Van’s here, baby,” he says.

  “My bag’s ready,” I say, pointing at the stuffed full duffle.

  “What else you need?” he asks, stepping away from me and looking from the bag to me.

  “Nothing,” I shrug.

  “You sure?” he asks.

  “Just my bathroom stuff, which I’m going to put in this backpack,” I mutter.

  “Go ahead, then we’ll get you outta here,” he says as he throws my bag over his shoulder. “Oh, hey, you’re going to be riding on the bike back to Bonners Ferry. Do you have something you can change into?”

  “Yeah,” I say.

  I quickly run to my closet and pull down a pair of faded, holey jeans, a tank top, and a sweater. I wasn’t planning on taking the jeans because they’ve seen better days, but they’ll be perfect for a long ride on the back of Johnny’s bike.

  I run to the bathroom with my clothes and my backpack. I quickly change and throw everything I could possibly need in the backpack—my curing iron, my makeup, shampoo, and conditioner. I don’t know when I’ll be to the store again, or when I’ll have money to buy more, so I want to make sure I take anything I’ll need in the near future.

  Once I step out of my bathroom, I hurry back to the bedroom and grab an old pair of converse tennis shoes that haven’t seen the light of day since high school. I quickly slip them on and hurry out of my bedroom. The pool of blood is still there, and it’s becoming too familiar. I need to leave.

  “Ready?” Johnny asks, looking up from his phone.

  The apartment is empty, no more good or bad bikers. It’s now just me and Johnny. I look up at him and smile as I nod. I’m ready. I’m ready for it all. Ready to start the new chapter of my life. A new chapter that apparently my mother is accepting—which I still don’t understand.

  Closing the door behind me, with no intentions of ever going back, seems final. Really final. Then I look at Johnny’s hand wrapped around mine and his concerned chocolate eyes, which are focused completely on me, and I know I’ve made the right decision for me.

  Three years in the making, and I’m getting my fantasy come to life.

  Johnny.

  Hattie’s lookin’ up at me like I’m the center of her whole world. I guess, at this point—I am.

  I just want her to be happy, and I’m going to make that possible. Being without her, and then fearing that I could have lost her forever, that was the kick in the ass I needed to get my woman back. Three years I fantasized about her. Three long, fuckin’ years. I only had her for a week, and I managed to fuck it all up.

  Now that I have a second chance, I’m taking her with me, and I’m going to be what she needs. I already know that she’s all I need. Being without her proved that. Now I just have to keep her. I have to figure out how to not fuck it up again.

  “I’m ready,” she says quietly, so faintly that I almost don’t hear her.

  “Gonna make you happy, Hattie,” I murmur.

  She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she rises onto her tip toes and places a gentle kiss on my lips before she starts to walk toward the van in her parking lot.

  “Ready?” Torch asks, looking from me to Hattie.

  “Yeah,” I say with a nod.

  “She gonna ride shotgun in the
van, or on the back of your bike?” Fury asks as he slams the back of the van doors closed. It’s chilly and it’s getting on into the end of fall, but I need her close to me.

  “Bike,” Hattie announces with a giant grin on her face.

  “Gimmie the bag then, sweetheart,” Fury murmurs. I watch as Hattie hands him her backpack.

  “It’s gonna be cold Hattie, are you sure?” I ask in concern. She’s only got on a sweater and some holey ass, ratty jeans. I mean, they look fuckin’ hot as shit, but she won’t be protected from the cold.

  I don’t know why I’m suddenly so fuckin’ concerned, but I want to keep her protected from—everything.

  “I want to be with you, Johnny,” she says, looking up at me.

  I see a little of that fear from earlier creep into her eyes and I know that she needs to feel safe. She won’t feel that way in an enclosed van with the men who held her hostage. I wrap my hand around her waist and tuck her into my side. Her body immediately relaxes, and her head rests on my shoulder.

  A few minutes later, the van leaves and we walk down the street and around the corner toward the parked motorcycles. Hattie climbs on behind me and fits herself to my back. Three years ago, she was frightened and held on for dear fucking life as we rode away from that gas station. Now, she’s probably just as scared, except she trusts me.

  “Ready, princess?” I ask as I tap her hands that are wrapped around my middle.

  “Yeah,” she calls out in my ear, over the rumbling engine of the bike.

  I signal to my brothers that we’re good to go. We pull out, one by one, following each other. Hattie has shit to deal with, her parents and her brother, but for now—she’s safe. Her safety is all that matters at this point.

  I can keep her safe, I can protect her, and I can help her.

  I should have gone in the van.

  I’m freezing my ass off and trying to crawl into Johnny’s skin. It’s so damn cold on this ride back to Bonners Ferry. My fingers feel like icicles. The road is long, and although the bikes are moving fast down the stretch, it’s still an hour ride, and it’s freaking freezing. I wouldn’t be surprised one bit if it started to snow. Winter is officially here.