Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all night” I admit, staring at him as hungrily as he’s been staring at me.

  “How am I fucking you?”

  “You take me from behind, slamming your cock into my pussy, pulling my hair until I cry out in pleasure” I have no problem admitting what I want. After being with Dick for so long and not having my needs met, I’m not afraid to demand the pleasure that I know I deserve.

  He chuckles at my response, crushing his lips down onto mine, working his hand inside my pussy, circling my clit until I am right on edge and the bastard knew it too. He pulls his fingers from me, flipping me over, so my knees are on the leather of the car seat. I hear the foil packet ripping, waiting as he sheaths himself, needing him inside me. I ache for him, for the closeness, for the release that he just denied me. In one swift movement, he is crashing into me. I was drenched for him, but he is huge. A moan slips past my lips, I clench onto the leather of the seat, biting my bottom lip, waiting for it to pass. “Give it a minute baby” He whispers, rocking back and forth into me, I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size with every movement, the initial shock of pain turning into pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re the tightest woman I’ve ever been with” He groans out, his movements increasing. With every thrust he hit my g-spot, making me cry out in pleasure. He digs his hands into my hip with each thrust. I know I’d have bruises from how hard he was fucking me. I didn’t care. Within minutes I was coming around him, it was so much better than I pictured.

  Crossing the line has never felt so damn good.

  CHAPTER 3

  Elena

  The next thing I know three weeks have passed by, and it is Monday morning, three minutes before 10:00. I’d learned a few things about Skulls Renegade. I’m good at sneaking around, so sneak I did.

  It didn’t take long for Reed to take me to the clubhouse. I’d been staying there the past few nights. One time with Reed turned into two, and two turned into ten, and here I am now. There were only a few minutes in the day where I was left alone. Between the sneaking and the chatting with the ladies, I’d learned a bit.

  There was a shipment of women coming in, and Daisy told me that it’s not what I would think. Apparently, Skulls Renegade would buy women from traffickers and give them new lives. They didn’t force them into prostitution. They built lives for them. They saved them from a worse fate.

  My phone rings, the caller ID stating it is Kris.

  “Hey, Mamacita!” Kris doesn’t respond to me. “Everything’s going great if that’s why you’re calling.”

  “Is it, really?” Kris growls, not taking to my cheery attitude at all. “How great is it going? Or is it great because you’re sleeping with your target?”

  “Oh, so that’s why you’re in a pissy mood,” I reply tartly.

  “Damn straight, Elena! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

  “It’s given me an in, so don’t get shitty until I tell you what I know.”

  “Spill.” I knew Kristie would cave after I had a story to tell. She always does. That was the whole point of my assignment.

  “Your informant is blowing bubbles out their ass,” I began dramatically. “They don’t put women into prostitution. They save them from it. Skulls purchases the women from traffickers. They give them new identities, money, resources to start their lives over.”

  “You’re shitting me.”

  “Afraid not.”

  “How do you know this?” Kristie was hooked now, and I felt a small bit triumphant.

  “I’m good, that’s how. I’ll call you in a couple of days.” I disconnect the call, clearing the history from the cell. I didn’t want any more lectures about my choices now.

  I knew it wasn’t normal that I was sleeping with my target. Hell, I didn’t even know if any of my comrades had ever slept with their targets. I probably wasn’t the first, but I felt a little guilty.

  I felt guilty because I knew what I was there to do: to take down this club. Although, given the information that I had, it may not have had to happen. If they really were helping these women, then the bureau should let them go and not take away the small percentage of good just for a tally mark on the board.

  I worked with too many members of the bureau that were like that, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be one of them. If I found the proof that they were helping women, I wouldn’t stay on the assignment. It’s wrong to help bring down an MC that’s trying to help people. Especially when so many others only aim to destroy everything.

  I’ve had my fair share of destruction by another MC.

  “Siren!” Reed pops out from his adjoining bathroom. We didn’t do much besides have sex, eat and sleep. I was okay with that, though.

  “Buttercup,” I toy with him, a small smirk plays across my face.

  Reed flies out of the bathroom doorway, pinning me down on the bed. “Come shower with me,” he growls. He nuzzles his head into my neck, biting softly.

  “Are you trying to tell me I stink?” I had to make the guy work for it occasionally, right?

  He removes his mouth from my neck, coming right on my face, and he stares me right in my eyes. “No. You smell lovely. Like vanilla and orgasms.” I try not to burst out laughing at his assessment. It was kind of cute for a macho MC Prez.

  “Vanilla and orgasms? That must be nice.”

  “You have no idea.” He growls again, sounding like a wolf about to attack prey. He presses his lips down onto mine. He slides his arms under my thighs, repositioning himself, so his hands are cupping my ass. He lifts me into the air, walking us towards the bathroom. While his dominance is admittedly sexy, I have my anxieties.

  “Wait!” I screech, Reed’s seen me naked plenty of times, but not under completely fluorescent lighting.

  “What’s going on?” Reed ask, his gaze concerning.

  “I have scars,” I blurt it out without thinking about it. It was probably my biggest insecurity and my biggest reminder about the past I was always running from. “I don’t think you’ve been able to see them, but you will.”

  “I don’t care about scars.” He says he doesn’t, but he would. Once he saw them, he would have to ask me about it.

  Reed slides me onto the ground once I am steady, he yanks off my top. “Where are they?”

  “My back” I whisper, not even knowing why I feel the need to do so. I’m not particularly ashamed of my past. My past made me who I am. I’m proud of the woman that I am today. I just hate that I had to go through it.

  Reed takes hold of my shoulders and turns me around, his hand tracing along the scar between my shoulder blades. It goes all the way down to the bottom of my back.

  And that was just the first one.

  He finds the others, they are a bit smaller, but he does the same thing. Tracing his fingers down the length of them. I have small scars on my inner arm, but nothing like the ones on my back. Reed surprises me, kissing all my scars.

  He turns me back around, his hand going to my jaw. His eyes weren’t open; he breathed through his nostrils. Finally, when he opens them, I see the water in his eyes. “Reed.” I graze my hand over his jaw; he was hurt by this. “It’s okay, I’m fine,” I tell him, I would reassure him until he believed me.

  I am okay. I am fine.

  It took me years to admit that to myself. After someone who is supposed to love you does something like that? Literally, stabs you in the back? It took me a long time to be okay.

  “Who did that to you?” He rumbles out, his arms pulling me close, holding me against him.

  “It doesn’t matter. It’s in my past, and I’m over it.” It was a mantra that ran through my head every day. I also repeated it to Rich, though his concern had been quite different than Reed’s.

  “Elena, you fucking tell me who did that to you.” I yank away from Reed.

  “It doesn’t matter because if I ever see him again, I will kill him.” It was a promise. The one I intend on keeping. “I’m serious Reed
.”

  I take a breath, gathering my thoughts. Thinking of what I wanted to tell Reed as his… what was I? His girlfriend? And then there’s what I could tell him, as an active agent for the FBI.

  Screw the FBI. I hadn’t held a promise to them in the whole time I’d been on the assignment anyway.

  “That’s what this tattoo means.” Reed points to the tattoo on my hip bone. It reads ‘Forget what hurt you, but never forget what it taught you.'

  I nod, walking into the bathroom into scorching heat. “Are you coming Buttercup?” I yell over the strong sounds of the jets, and he pops in behind me.

  “I hate when you call me that.”

  “Lies!” I laugh as he scoops me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his torso. His cock positioned at the entrance of my heated center. “I love where this is going.”

  He smiles, thrusting into me completely, filling me up. “I thought you would.”

  I grip his shoulders as he slams into me; it wasn’t a nice, love making. It was down, dirty fucking; one thing Reed and I were great at. Any sort of sex with Reed was great, but this is heaven.

  I feel myself getting close, so I grip Reed’s shoulders, digging my nails into his back. “You’re so sexy when you claw at me,” Reed grunts, biting the bottom of my neck. He pulls out, slamming into me again and again.

  “Oh my god – Oh – Reed, yes – Oh,” I scream, my orgasm shooting through me like electricity. Reed releases too, slowing his thrusts. He holds me in his arms as the aftershocks come to a halt. He slides out of me, helping me stand. “Can you walk after that?” he jokes.

  “Of course, you’re not a sex god.” I wasn’t sure if I meant that or not.

  “Wanna bet?” He scoops me back into his arms, picking back up where we’d just left off.

  CHAPTER 4

  Elena

  It’s been another three weeks, and I’ve figured out I’m smitten for Reed Michaels.

  I’m really freaking smitten for him.

  I told myself, I’d never, ever, get back into the MC lifestyle, but I couldn’t be more wrong. I could get back into it for Reed.

  I was an MC baby, the daughter of a Prez. I left Austin, leaving behind my past, leaving behind my MC princess title. Princess, ha, more like a captive.

  I hadn’t been happier to leave that lifestyle behind. It caused me so much pain, and still to this day does. The scars on my back remind me every day.

  “What are you in deep thought about?” Jenna asks, coming into Reed’s room, which was, in turn, my room, at this point.

  “How’d you know?” I scoff.

  “Woman’s intuition baby, you’d better be thinking about what you’re gonna wear,” Jenna chides.

  “Wear for what?” I question, cocking my head at her in confusion.

  “Um, we have another club coming here tonight. We’re gonna party. The boys do some business, it’s great!” Jenna goes through Reed’s closet, which I’d basically made my own, she pulls out a few things. “You look hot as fuck in everything, damn you!”

  Jenna yanks up a black leather mini skirt and a form-fitting olive tank. “You just like to see me in leather,” I tease, raising my eyebrows at her suggestively.

  “Doesn’t everyone?” Jenna pulls out another one of my outfits, keeping it in her hands. “I’m just gunna borrow this one.” She wrinkles her nose in the cute way she sometimes does, her signature move, and wiggles her way out of the room without another word.

  ***

  The party comes into full effect as I sit on the bar top with Jenna and Daisy. Michelle is working at Bubba’s tonight, which means she misses the party, which sucked for her I guess. But I am glad it meant Daisy is there with me. Secretly, she is my favorite. “How much do you like him?” Daisy says, elbowing me in the side. Reed is sitting on the couch across the room. He looks up to me for a second and smiles. I knew who she was talking about. Daisy always had a way of prying, but then again, it helped me sort out my thoughts in a way I couldn’t do on my own.

  “Too much. Way too fucking much.” I really like Reed. I mean…. really like him. He just gets me, and we just fit together. It wasn’t forced, it was just…us. “I thought I would get a good fuck out of my system and be done with it. But there’s no getting Reed out of my system.” I smile at the last bit.

  “You’re so stinkin’ adorable!” Daisy smacks me on the ass, making me hop off the bar.

  “Oh, my god, Dais!” I yell. A loud round of laughter comes in from behind me.

  The door to the front of the clubhouse creaks open, “I’ll be damned Reed you’ve kept this place the same way your Pops did.”

  I knew that voice.

  I knew it too well.

  I wanted to freeze. I wanted to yell, or scream, or maybe even both. I wanted to duck and hide and beg Reed to protect me from him.

  Instead, I don’t do a thing. I just stare at Jenna and Daisy. I then quickly scan the bar area for anything I could use as a weapon.

  “Ugh, this guy is such a fucking tool,” Daisy groans, “I’m all about making the men happy, but not this one. No way, Jose.”

  I listen in on Reed’s conversation with him. “Heard you’ve been with a girl lately, never thought I’d see the day.” I hear Reed laugh with him, but Reed’s voice is quiet compared to his. “Is she here? Love to meet the woman who settled you down.”

  Oh god, no.

  “El’ are you okay?” Jenna whispers. I shake my head because I am so not. There is no point in hiding it because everyone is about to know who I am.

  Escaping Texas didn’t do me much good… anymore.

  My memories come flooding back to me, being fourteen, Mom trying to get us out of there before he came back. We’d almost made it out, almost. He saw us going out the front door. I remembered the look on his face. He was going to kill me. Until she stepped in, he killed her instead. He cut me up that night. All those scars are because of him.

  I ran away, made a new life and went to Quantico to hurt people like him.

  The fucking devil.

  I’ve avoided seeing my father for ten years. Ten entire years of peace. I knew this day would come, and I was more than capable of doing what I promised.

  I didn’t have my Glock on me. All the members of the club had theirs except the women. I didn’t even bring my certified piece, but that would have blown my cover. If I even had a cover at this point.

  “Firecracker, is that you?” I forgot there was a god damned mirror in front of the bar. He could see my image clear as day. I turn around, facing the beast, the monster that created me. Everyone in the room turns their direction to me. Jimmy Jacobson moves towards me. I look for a gun, one I could reach, but I find nothing of the sort.

  Seamus comes up to the left of me, and then Max comes to my other side. I’d never been more thankful for some backup. Did I look as terrified as I felt? Or did Reed send them both a silent signal?

  “Shit! It is you. Been a long time sweet cheeks.” My father claps his hands together. The sound is sickening and instantly sets my blood boiling. Was he really going to stand there and play nice?

  “Not long enough,” I snarl back, Reed’s eyes glued to mine. He was watching my reactions. He did send his guys over to me. Thank god, this man knows me so well even after this brief time, he could tell something is wrong.

  He turns around the room. “Do any of you have an idea who she is?!” He grins from ear to ear. “I’ll take that as a no. Elena is my daughter.” Gasps fill the room, “My prestigious daughter. She is the heiress to the Vipers MC. How funny is it that she abandons the lifestyle, and now she’s here?”

  He reminds me of Neagan from The Walking Dead. He is just as nasty. He looks to Reed. “So, my whore of a daughter is the one who locked you down?” He laughs, and Reed tightens his jaw in response. Jimmy redirects his attention back to me, taking a couple steps towards me.

  “Come at me. I fucking dare you.”

  “Really now?” Jimmy challenges me, taking a step
towards me. I don’t think; I take Seamus’ Glock out of the holster, turn the safety off and shoot him in both kneecaps with exact precision. He falls to the floor, and the motherfucker laughs.

  I flip the safety back on, handing it to Seamus. “Sorry, but not really.” Seamus nods at me. Reed continues to stare at me, almost in disbelief. I don’t regret what I did. They would believe what they wanted to, but this was personal.

  I walk up to my father, “I promised you I’d end this, and I will, but not yet. I want you to suffer just like we did. I want to watch the life go out of your eyes, you sick fuck.” I walk out the front of the clubhouse, feeling the stare of everyone on my back.

  Once that cool Tennessee air hits me, I feel like I could finally breathe. I stand next to one of the posts, gripping my hand around it. If the wind blew in the wrong direction, I knew I would fall over.

  I’d expected some sort of reunion with my father. Part of me craved the day I would see him, the day I could repay all the pain that he caused my mother and me. What I didn’t expect, was to be caught off guard by him.

  “Elena.” Reed's voice stern, but I don’t look back. Tears are sliding down my face. It wasn’t because I am guilty, or sad, or even angry. I am terrified.

  I am terrified that I’m going to lose Reed.

  He stands behind me for a moment; he put his hand on my shoulder, I jump at the contact. “S-sorry.”

  He comes around the front of me, cupping my face. He wipes the tears away with his thumbs, just letting me silently cry. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” And he did. He had me.

  “Prez, what we doin’ with him?” Someone asks Reed, and he mumbles something about being back inside in a bit. He keeps me close to him, gently caressing me. “Your father gave you the scars.” It is a statement, and true.

  “Yes.”

  I walk out of his grip since I was going to tell him everything, I needed to do it on my own. I couldn’t have him comforting me through it. “My father had always beat my mother and I, the first time I remembered it, I was… four I think? When I was fourteen, we’d planned to leave. We had two duffle bags packed, and we were leaving that night. We timed it. He normally came home around ten. If anyone had seen us leave early, they would’ve told him. So, we waited, we waited until the Prospect who watched our house left. Only, we didn’t know he would come home early that night. He caught us, he dragged me across the kitchen and marked me.”