Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  I take in a breath, the tears coming in a constant flow down my face, and I look right into Reed’s eyes. “My mom, she pleaded with him for it to be her, to not kill me. I thought I was going to die that night, and when she… I knew he would kill her. He wasn’t just going to mark her, or punish her, or do whatever else the twisted fuck thought he could do. She knew she was going to die. She kept telling me ‘It will be okay, stay strong, you can do this El’”

  “He brought out a baseball bat from the garage, tied her up to a chair in our kitchen and beat her to death. He made me watch.” I feel sick just talking about it. “I trained, and trained so I could put men like him in one place, the ground.” He doesn’t ask me about my marksmanship, but he will. It will come up, and I knew that much. Not many can make shots like that.

  One of my father’s men comes out. It was Dmitri, his VP.

  “Boss, what do you want us to do with him?” Reed looks to Dmitri and begins to speak.

  “Not you – her.”

  “I guess you just inherited an MC,” Reed says, and Dmitri nods his head in confirmation. “I’ve looked for you, young blood. It’s time we have the change that we need.”

  “Dmitri, I can’t…” I’d known Dmitri since I was a child. He had been at my father’s side for as long as I could remember. When he interrupts me, I wasn’t a lick surprised. He says whatever the hell he wants to.

  “Elena, you can and you will. Without you, we don’t have a club. He’s done fucked up things. More fucked up than good, but we have people depending on us. We have Old Ladies and kids. We can’t just stop.”

  I chew on his words for a moment, knowing he is right. As much as I have always wanted to walk away and be done with it, my actions had just committed me to a whole new slew of outlaws that needed my protection as much as the ones I have grown to love over the last few weeks. But if I am going to be Prez of the sinister MC group my devil of a father has run for so many years, it is going to be on my fucking terms.

  “One condition, everything illegal stops. Everything, Dmitri.”

  He nods, “I’ll get started on it.”

  Things just got more complicated. I work with the FBI, and now I have an MC all my own. A soap opera writer couldn’t come up with this shit.

  It was going to make me just as much of a target as Reed. I need to figure something out fast or it is only going to get more and more complicated.

  I need to talk to Kris, as soon as possible.

  CHAPTER 5

  Elena

  I wake up in Reed’s arms; he is still in bed. Normally, he would be up at the crack of dawn. I knew last night took a toll on both of us.

  I reach over the side of the bed, pulling out my burner phone, knowing there is no better moment than the present to start working things out with the FBI. The sooner things are sorted out, the safer myself and everyone I cared for would be.

  To: Kris

  I need to see you ASAP. When can you get here?

  Not even a minute later, she texts back.

  From: Kris

  6 hrs. Where?

  To: Kris

  Bubbas, call me when you’re close.

  Reed rolls over, pulling me back against him. “Turn the damn phone off, babe.” I turn around to face him, brushing my hand across his face. I loved touching his face. I loved waking up with him in bed. I loved him. I hadn’t told him that yet, though.

  “What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks, reading me once again. He has become an expert at that one.

  “Nothing.” I try to play it off, but I doubt he bought it.

  He laughs at me, opening his eyes. “I can sense when you’re doing the squishy face, and you were squishy facing it.”

  “You know me so well,” I say. I sit up on the bed, Indian style. He did know me, but he didn’t. I didn’t alter my cover story when I came here. Everything I’d ever said to him had been the truth. Minus the fact that I worked for the FBI.

  Yeah, minus that.

  “I do, and don’t you forget it.” He slaps my thigh close to my ass. “Ouch!” I yell, but he just smiles at me, that devilish smile that I’d come to adore. Reed shoots up, pulling me onto his lap. He slides his hand underneath my shorts, rubbing the reddened flesh. With his other hand, he goes under the pathetic excuse of a shirt I have on. It has so many holes in it; it could count as lingerie from Victoria’s Secret. He stops at my breast, rubbing his thumb over my erect nipple. Reed puts his mouth over the other, sucking me into his mouth.

  “Mmmm, now this is an enjoyable way to wake up.” He mumbles something against my breast that I couldn’t make it out. He keeps sucking and pinching. “Can we move this along?” I groan. Reed was such a tease, and I hated it. I loved it when we have hours to go on, but when we had like an hour before we both had to be up, I hated it even more.

  I suddenly fly back against the bed, he rips my shirt in half, exposing my body. “So, fucking beautiful.”

  Reed comes back down to me, biting my nipple with his teeth. He grabs my shorts and panties, tearing them down my legs onto the floor below us. His hands slide between my folds, showing him how wet I am, how eager I am for him to be inside me.

  “Reeeeeeed,” I gripe as he comes up from my breast, smirking wildly. “There will be plenty of time for that later, precious.”

  “I want you to fuck me.” I am stern, promise laced in my tone. I wasn’t playing around, I was horned up, and I needed his dick inside me. His head goes to my neck. His playful biting continues, for a few minutes I let it happen, his fingertips glide up my body. Reed makes me feel beautiful, like the sexiest woman on the planet.

  His thumb brushes against my clit, causing me to squirm instantly. “Anxious, are we?”

  “Reed, fuck me or get out!” I don’t think he knows how serious I am. I am absolutely tired of the teasing. I want him to be inside me. It wasn’t just because I was horned up. I loved the connection we have, and when we have sex, it intensifies so much.

  “Ultimatums?” Reed gets off the bed and walks towards the bathroom. He cocks his head back. “I don’t like ultimatums, baby.”

  “I don’t like getting teased!” I snarl out. “Get over here!” I sit up on the bed, he doesn’t move, he just stares at me. He will come, in more ways than one.

  I know how he operated.

  I slide my legs open, giving him a gracious view of my waxed pussy. He could pretend he didn’t want it as much as I did, but he did. I could see right through his bullshit, and I was giving him an invitation he’d have to take. “I’m not asking.” I’m demanding. I’m telling. In all seriousness, he’d better get over here, or he wouldn’t be getting laid for a week.

  Reed comes to me. His tree trunk arms lift me into the air, he slides into me, lifting me up and down on his cock like he’s at the gym lifting weights. He puts his mouth over my breast, biting down on my nipple. I scream in ecstasy when the first orgasm comes, and then the second and by the third he has me on my stomach on our bed, pounding into me from behind. “Reed – Oh – Reed,” I moan, and he smacks my ass hard. At first, it hurt, but then it feels amazing, he smacks my other cheek as he slams into me. I feel prisoner to the best orgasm of my entire life. I see stars. The sky changes to purple.

  I’m am truly in heaven.

  He stops when his orgasm comes, and he stays inside me for a minute, then slides out, holding me against him. “That was… amazing,” I breath.

  “Damn fucking straight.” Reed kisses the top of my head, his hand grazes up and down my arm sweetly.

  ***

  Six hours feels like six entire days, and I feel antsy the entire afternoon. It is ten minutes before the six hours are up, I go back into Reed’s and my room and slip into a black lace bodysuit. I couple it with a pair of black jeggings and of course, black heels.

  I look in the mirror. I look hot.

  “Damn, chicka! Where’re you off to?” Michelle says. Every head turns in the room at her comment. I want to chuckle; half the men have
their mouths open.

  “You guys might want to pick your jaws up from off the floor before Reed comes in,” I warn.

  They shut their mouths just Reed comes walking in through the front door of the clubhouse. Now his jaw is on the floor, “Where the hell are you going dressed like that? Besides our bedroom.” The guys in the clubhouse laugh, as does some of the women.

  He is cute. Too bad I don’t like cute.

  I walk towards him, “I’m going to Bubba’s. My best friend is coming into town.”

  “You’re not going alone.” Reed is firm, his eyes glancing over my outfit. I lean up to his ear and whisper “I’ll make it up to you later, you can see my entire ensemble.”

  “No. You aren’t going alone. I’m coming with you.”

  “No!” I just made a complete ass of myself. “No, I mean… she doesn’t know that, uh... I’m seeing anyone.”

  “Perfect, a great time for introductions. Who else is coming?” He shouts to the group of men, a few turn and exit getting on their bikes. Reed grabs my hand. I thought we were going to my Mustang. Instead, he brings me up to his bike, “Uh… Reed?”

  He laughs at me, sliding his jacket off, and putting it on me, zipping it up completely. He hands me a helmet, securing it for me. “I’m gunna get on, and you’re just gunna hop on behind me, and hold tight, okay?” I nod to his instructions. I’d never ridden with him or anyone for that matter. Sure enough, he got on, and I somehow managed to get on behind him. I hold onto him for dear life, and we are off.

  The ride to Bubba’s is short, mainly because Reed flew like the fucking devil up the roads. I spot the unmarked car I know Kristie is in, but I couldn’t see her inside, so I take Reed’s help getting off the bike and look for the woman I knew would stand out. She is sitting at the bar, Max is next to her, probably hitting on her. Kristie is fucking hot, with a capital H. She’s petite, with a curvy body and long blonde hair.

  “Kris!” I yell, waving at her. She seems relieved at first until she sees Reed’s arm around me. I turn, facing him. “Babe, can I talk to her first, and then I’ll come find you?” He nods, kissing me on the lips.

  I smile as he walks away, then I approach Kristie. “Max, get lost.” I tap him on the shoulder. He does as I say, and I slide up next to Kris. “You invited me to their biker bar?” She’s annoyed, but at least it is here and not some preppy ass restaurant like we had in Cincinnati.

  “What the fuck is going on El’?” Kristie was annoyed, maybe even a bit pissed.

  “Some things have changed. Major things.” I go through the process of telling her about my father, about me inheriting the club. Even a little bit about Reed.

  “So, you’re head over heels for him?” she asks. I suppose it was obvious. Why else would I have risked all I had already?

  “Yep.” There is no hesitation in my voice. I am head over heels for him. He is amazing. “I’ve got it bad. Kris, I need to re-negotiate things. It’s different now.”

  “I was afraid that was coming up.” She says rolling her eyes at me as my handler, but as my best friend, I knew she was happy.

  “I want immunity for everyone affiliated with Skulls Renegade MC and Vipers MC. I can continue to work for the bureau with Vipers, but I don’t want Skulls Renegade to have any part of it. They aren’t doing anything dirty, Kris, they don’t deserve it.”

  “Fine. Immunity, for you all. But you’d better keep your end of the deal. I need names. I need the players that are shipping these girls around.”

  “You’ve got it, but I’m buying the women as they come in, from Vipers MC. I’m getting a program up like Reed has. I will not let these women be sold into worse fates, not when I can do something about it.” Kris nods at me, telling me she is on board. “Now, do you want to meet my boyfriend?” I grin from ear to ear.

  “I can’t believe you found an MC man. I cannot fucking believe it.”

  “Well, believe it, darling, because it’s happened!” I scoot off my barstool until I find Reed, he is chatting with Seamus. “Come, pass the friend test,” I joke, Seamus laughs his ass off, Reed takes my hand.

  We walk up to Kris, and Reed looks as if he is a little nervous. “Reed, this is my best friend, Kristie. Kristie, this is Reed.” They both exchange hello’s, after that it isn’t so bad.

  “Who’s the big guy who keeps staring at us?” Kris asks, and I turn on Reed’s lap and look at Seamus. “That’s Seamus, and he’s not looking at us. He’s looking at you.”

  “Like the WWE wrestler?”

  I die laughing. Reed joins in. “El’ said the same thing when she met him,” he explains. “I’m surprised she even watched WWE.”

  “Um, WWE is amazing. Muscular men in latex, it’s practically porn. Ask any woman why they watch WWE, they will tell you the same thing.”

  “Daisy! Why do you watch WWE?” Reed yells over the bar. She giggles and winks.

  “For the hot ass men in latex!”

  “Point proved. Checkmate bitch,” I say smugly. We all sit at the bar for the next two hours eating and drinking.

  “Is she always like this?” Reed asks Kristie in a teasing tone.

  “Hey, you can’t return her now. She’s all yours,” Kris laughs, I do too.

  “Aw! She likes you!”

  “Well, I’ve got to get back to Ohio. Keep me up to date, and Mondays, remember.” I salute Kris as she walks through the doors.

  “You know who I’d love to see in some latex?” I put on my super sexy voice, whispering into his ear.

  “Hell fucking no. No matter what you do, I will never fucking do that.”

  “But I’m supposed to get in latex, and leather, and things like this?” I move my hand over my lace, see-through bodysuit.

  Reed grunts at me, “Woman, you’re the devil.”

  “Then you’re a sinner.” I crush my lips down onto his, moving my hands up into his hair as he plants his hands on my ass. I hear woop woop’s coming from the room. “I think we’ve got an audience,” I mutter. He smiles at me, returning to our kiss.

  I pull away when I couldn’t breathe anymore, “I love your kisses.”

  Reed tightens his grip around me, biting down on my neck. “Reed,” I growled, he moved his lips up my neck, pressing along my jawline. The doorway opens, displaying a few men from my MC and a few guys who I don’t recognize.

  “I’ll be back.” Reed slides me down on the barstool. Daisy comes trotting up from behind the bar.

  “Damn girl, he is packing on the PDA with you.”

  “Mhm. I don’t mind it though.” And I truly don’t.

  “Funny, a few months ago, you were in this exact seat, and he was over there. I love how you two turned out.”

  “Awww, thanks, Mom!” Daisy smacks me with a wet towel, “More vodka!” She brings me a couple shots. I take one back. Daisy meets every shot I take with one of her own. She goes back behind the bar when a man I don’t recognize speaks to me.

  “Irish, you’re looking hot tonight.” Irish? What is he, twelve? I don’t know him, “I think you’re talking to the wrong person.”

  “Oh no, I’m talking to the right woman. I’m just wondering if the carpet matches the drapes.” Oh, my god. Thank god, I could keep a poker face, that is something I really wasn’t expecting. Mr. Sexy Talk puts his hand on my hip and starts to slide it around me. I pick his arm up, moving it off me. “You, keep your hands to yourself.”

  “Why, love? There’s no patch on your back. I don’t see your man around here. Are you claimed? You someone’s Ol’ Lady?”

  “My man is around here, a matter of fact. That’s him.” I shift my eyes to Reed aggressively walking up to me

  “Kyle, leave my Old Lady alone.”

  “Can’t blame me, she’s a nice piece. Where’s her cut?” Kyle is stepping on Reed’s toes, I don’t know Kyle, but from the way Reed is acting, I’d say they weren’t on the best of terms. “At home.”

  “Hmpf” Kyle mutters, he stares me up and down then looks back to
Reed. “You scored a Unicorn, how’d you manage that, Brother?”

  Daisy comes back over to us. She stares at Kyle. “What the fuck are you doing here?! Get out!” Daisy picks up a shot of vodka and throws it on him.

  “I can remember a time I made you that wet.”

  “Reed, get your asshole of a brother out of here before I find a knife and do it myself!”

  “I’ll see you in the clubhouse.” Kyle smacks Reed’s shoulder. “I’ll see you later baby,” Daisy responds by flipping him the bird as he walks out the front of the bar.

  “I didn’t know you had a brother.” Reed doesn’t respond to me, he just grabs me, keeping his arms wrapped around my waist.

  “You don’t walk around in the house unless I’m with you, or one of the other brothers are there. Got me?”

  “What?” Is this because his brother was here? “Reed, what the hell?”

  “He’s my evil twin. Evil being the primary word there, babe. Just do it, for me.” I cave and accept his terms, “Let’s go home.”

  Reed flies through the mountains until we come right into the district of Gainesville, he speeds up, completely ignoring the speeding signs. I’m not surprised when I see some blue coming up in his mirrors. “Shit,” he rumbles, little did he know I could make this go away.

  Reed slows down along the shoulder. The officer comes up to us. “I’m going to handle this, so just be quiet,” I tell Reed, the officer is right next to us.

  “Officer, I’m just going to pull out my identification from my purse. Okay?”

  “Miss, I don’t need to see your identification. I need the driver’s.”

  “Sir, I believe you want to see mine.” He nods to me. I grab my federal ID issued by the bureau and hand it to him. He flips it open, looking at me and then my ID. I slide my helmet off, “Ah. Agent Johnson, my apologies.”