Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  “It’s perfectly fine.” He hands me my ID and walks back to his car, I slide it back into my purse, put my helmet back on and tighten my arms around Reed.

  “What was that?”

  “I’ll tell you when we get home.”

  CHAPTER 6

  Elena

  In my mind, I begin to prepare whatever story I’m going to feed to Reed. Obviously, it would have to consist of a piece of the truth. He isn’t going to buy an outright lie at this point. But to protect my job as well as to protect him, I have to try and keep information to a minimum. I am head over heels for the man that was supposed to be my target, but I couldn’t help but regret my poor, reckless choice to sleep with the enemy at that moment.

  Reed looks at me expectantly as I pace in front of our bed. He doesn’t say anything, though, and chooses to be patient with me. He is an awfully good man for the Prez of an MC. “Okay, Reed, you’re going to have to trust me on this. I can’t tell you everything for my protection and yours. All of this could blow up in my face if I divulge it all.” I sit down on the bed next to him, hoping he wasn’t about to kick me out of his bed and his life. Not only would it ruin my career, but it would also break my heart.

  “Damn, Siren. This is serious, isn’t it?” he asks me, scratching his head.

  I nod, taking a deep breath. “My name, the story about my Mom and Dad, all that about my ex, it was the truth.” I wanted to make that clear first. I have never specifically lied to Reed. My cover was basically blown the moment I got here, but nobody suspected I had a cover, to begin with.

  “I can see that. Nobody makes up that shit about their father. Plus, I’ve met the ass more than once. It was clear he had done something to you.” I place my hand on Reed’s knee and smile up at him. He was the opposite of my asshole ex and the opposite of any man I thought I would fall for. Yet, here I am worried he would reject me for who I was. “So, how about ya tell me why you were able to get us out of that back there with just an id?”

  I sigh, knowing it was time to let it all out. Well, as much of it as I could. “Like I said, Reed. I can’t tell you all of it. What I can tell you is that I didn’t just show up here by accident and that my job affords me quite a few privileges. Please, don’t make me put anyone here in danger by telling you more than that,” I beg of him, knowing he would be able to glean enough from those two statements. He would at least realize I was with the government or law enforcement somehow.

  “I don’t like it one bit, Siren.” Reed shakes his head, and I feel my stomach threaten to drop out my ass. “But it sure is fucking adorable that you are trying to protect me.” A smile breaks on Reed’s face, and he pulls me down onto the bed, planting his lips on mine. I feel like I have just dodged a bullet. Reed was on board still, at least for now. Man, this assignment is getting complicated. It was just another thing I would probably have to warn my handler about. But for now, I wanted to enjoy my time with Reed before his brother came sticking his rude ass nose around our business again.

  I let Reed take off my clothes, throwing them into a forgotten pile on the floor. I love the way he makes me feel both beautiful and wild. Dick had been so damn controlled in the bedroom, and that was when I even got to spend that kind of time with him. He had made me feel so buttoned up and boring. Reed is so far from those things with his crazy driving, sharp tongue, and incredibly hot tan body covered in tats. He’s my wet dream come to life.

  Reed’s hands slide all over my body as his tongue laps up the flavor of my salty skin. “Fuck, you taste so good, Siren. I can’t believe I get to savor you every day.”

  I smile to myself and let out a small moan at his comment as his hand find that warm, throbbing spot between my legs that he knew just what to do with.

  “I can’t believe I get to be in your bed every day,” I tell him in response as his fingers slide inside me, silencing my words as pleasure travels up my spine.

  If only I could keep this part of my job up forever and never worry about the rest of what lay ahead, but the reality was I am the Prez of an MC now and involved with the Prez of another. There is danger lurking at every corner from the bureau, the members, and the cartel that I have to dive head first in as soon as I could. On top of that, Jimmy is still waiting for me to do something about him.

  My body shakes under Reed’s touch, and I rock my hips against his hand. At least, for now, I could hide out in Reed’s bedroom and let him ravage my body. I could save the rest for later.

  CHAPTER 7

  Elena

  I let the rest of the day go by that way; just me and Reed, letting him know that the next day we’d be dealing with Jimmy together. We’re going to send his ass straight to hell as a team.

  I have lost track of time when Reed suddenly gets up as if he had remembered something. He begins rummaging in his small closet and pulls something out, bringing it straight to me. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, and my mind shoots back to what he told his asshole brother who’d hit on me earlier in the day. I had no idea how he would have gotten such a thing without me knowing about it, but there it is. A leather jacket. It’s my cut.

  “I wasn’t lyin’ when I told Kyle I had your cut here. You’re my girl, babe. My ride or die. I want every motherfucker out there to know that you’re mine, you’re the Ol’ Lady of Skulls Renegade MC,” he tells me with the broadest smile. It meant so many things, what he was doing and saying, and my head swims.

  Being an Ol’ Lady is the equivalent of an engagement in an MC, or at least very close. That scares me to death. I love Reed, and I want to be his Ol’ Lady, but I didn’t want to be engaged. Not yet. I had just gotten out of an engagement that ended in the worst way possible, or close to it. I suppose Richard didn’t die on me. Just his love did.

  Reed pulls the cut out in front of me, and I am amazed when I see the back of the jacket. The emblem is different than anything else I’d ever seen on a cut before. Instead of it being a skull, for Skulls Renegade MC, it was half a skull and half a viper; showing my affiliation with both clubs. On the front, my patch read ‘Prez – VMC’ and ‘Ol’ Lady Prez – SRMC.’

  “Reed…” I could cry. It is so perfect. There was no way I could turn him down now. “Thank you. Thank you so damned much.” I wrap my arms around him, and he holds me close just the way I liked.

  “Anything for you baby.” And when he says it like that, the cut clutched between us, I believe him. Maybe it really didn’t matter that I was an FBI agent after all; at least not to him.

  ***

  We’d have a full night of life changing sex. And I know I’d told myself that a million times since meeting Reed, but I’ve never had anything better. Sex with Reed just keeps getting better. I couldn’t believe I had enjoyed sex with Richard because this is out of this world. What had I been missing all those years?

  Groggily, as the morning comes along, I look over and smile euphorically. Reed is sleeping in with me. He’s laying on his back, and I wrap my arm around his torso. My head lying on his chest, going up and down with his smooth breathing. He still isn’t awake yet, and I wasn’t about to be the one to disturb him. I like him just the way he was for now.

  A flash of light comes into our room, breaking the nice moment. I cringe, and I groan when the light gets brighter. It suddenly all turns off, I am brave and open my eyes. Who was the hell is disturbing us?

  I see Kyle, staring at us. “Oh, my god!” I shriek, causing Reed to shoot up out of bed. “What, what’s the – “

  “What the fuck are you doing in here!?” Reed brings the duvet up over my shoulders so that I am covered completely. Evidently, Reed had given the right advice about being around his brother. We were both in our birthday suits, and I’m sure he enjoys the view.

  “Get out!” I yell. Kyle just smirks, but he does what he’s told. He leaves.

  Reed gets out of bed and starts sliding on his tight, black pants. “Reed, please just lock the door and come back to bed,” I plead, wanting a few more moments o
f peace before I have to face the fateful day ahead of me.

  “Sorry Siren, but I’m too worked up for that.”

  “Reeeeeeeed,” I whine. He shoots a warning glare back to me.

  “Don’t whine to me, babe. You sleep, and then get up and wear that cut today. I’ll see you in a bit.” He kisses my forehead. “We need to figure out what exactly we’re doing with Jimmy today.”

  Ugh, that reminder. I almost forgot about him. For once in my life, I wish I’d forgotten about him. It would have been fucking great. I roll out of bed and head towards the bathroom. I turn on the shower, and it was steaming hot; just the way I liked it best.

  I did as Reed said, taking my time while he did whatever it was he was going to do to deal with that evil twin of his. How could such an amazing man be so closely related to that dick?

  I put on the cut over my clothes and go out to the living area in the clubhouse. Daisy stands next to the coffee pot, pouring herself a cup. “Can I get one too?” I ask, feeling like I could use several to fuel my day.

  Daisy jumps, then turns around to face me. She looks like crap, and her eyes are swollen. She’d been crying all night, or maybe fell asleep crying? I’d been that girl too many times, and that’s what she is today. I had to get to the bottom of why my best friend in that place was so down in the mouth. It wasn’t like Daisy at all to be anything but cheerful.

  “Dais’ what’s wrong?” She pours me a cup of coffee without a response. When she hands it to me, I press it to my lips, taking a sip of the warm liquid. I take a glance around the room. Luckily, it was just Daisy and me for now. Reed must have taken Kyle elsewhere to deal with him. “Is this about Kyle?” I ask more quietly.

  “Sometimes I hate how observant you are.” She takes a pull of her own coffee and stares at me. Her eyes were brimming with tears. “Him coming back here just brought up a lot of old shit.” Daisy takes a deep breath. “He has the fuckin’ nerve, coming back here after he just… left.”

  “It was a bad breakup?” Everything I’d known from the information I’d gathered pointed to that.

  Daisy just laughs at me. “I don’t even think ya can classify it as a breakup. There was no breakup; he just fuckin’ left.” She inserts quotations with her fingers for the word “break up.”

  “I never stopped loving him, the fuckin asshole. I was fine. I was totally fuckin’ fine with him being gone and it being what it was. Now he just shows up here? What the hell does he want? He gave the damn club away to Reed cuz he wanted none of it.” Daisy throws her hands in the air in frustration before leaning over the counter, looking a bit defeated. “Damn it! I was fine. I dealt with my shit and now – now it’s all comin’ back to me.” She shivered talking about it, and I put my coffee on the counter and take her into a strong embrace. Daisy sobs, her tears sliding over my shirt. “I can’t b-be strong a-all the fuckin’ t-time. I just can’t, Elena.”

  “You don’t have to baby girl. I’ve gotcha.” In the last few weeks since I’d been here, I’d never seen Daisy cry, not even once. She’s a tough chick. Something must have gone horribly wrong if she was crying like this. I hoped that Reed gets Kyle good for the both of us.

  ***

  After I leave Daisy in her room, I go in search of Reed. I’m alone, which he specifically said he didn’t want. There wasn’t anyone in the club. Literally, no one was here. Odd much? But then again, Reed and Kyle were probably together. So, I was fine, right?

  From my discussions with Reed over the past day, I had assumed that my father was still alive. Both MCs were waiting on me to execute an official order or finish the job myself. Though, I figured the man probably had it bad where they were keeping him.

  With the single thought of him, my childhood memories come back to me in a flash. Shit. He’d taken so much from my mother and from me. In the end, he took her from me. That is something I am never going to be able to forgive him for.

  No matter how much I could try, I never would. Not after everything. So, if that made me a bad person, so fuckin’ be it.

  When I was, little I used to imagine that I had a normal dad. You know what I’m talking about; one of the dads who take you to soccer, to the movies. It was a beautiful imagination; my father was never like that. When my friend Sophie got presents, I got slaps to the face. And that was on a good day.

  I knock softly on Reed’s office door, then open it. Reed’s behind the desk, wearing a look that could kill hundreds staring at his brother. As I suspected, he had pulled him away to deal with him, but I kind of wished there were more physical dealings going on than glaring.

  “You need to fix your shit with Daisy,” I tell him point blank.

  Kyle turns to me with the most annoying shit-eating grin on his lousy face, “Mornin’ Irish.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Reed

  I watch as my Ol’ Lady walks up to my asshole evil twin and slaps him hard across the face. I couldn’t help but smirk. She’s so hot when she’ is in a bad mood like this, and Kyle knew damn well he deserved it. “If I were you I’d watch your damn mouth around my Ol’ Lady,” I warn him, nodding to the fiery look on Elena’s face.

  Kyle looks at her more closely, finally noticing the cut now. “What the hell kind of cut is that?” he asks, surveying the unique patch I had specially made for my beautiful Siren. She’s my Ol’ Lady and the Prez of another powerful MC she inherited from her dirtbag father.

  “I’m his Ol’ Lady, but I’m also the Prez of the Vipers. Pretty sure that’s why he said to watch your damn mouth and listen to me. Like I said, you need to fix your shit with Daisy. I’ve never seen her like this, and I have half a mind to punch you in the damn balls right now for being such a piece of shit. But you’re Reed’s brother, so I’m going to give you one more fucking chance to act the right way.” Damn, Siren is definitely pissed off today. It’s going to be a great day to wipe Jimmy off the face of the earth. And then they could take it back to the bedroom and celebrate.

  I feel myself getting hard just thinking about it and shift in my seat. “Do what she says if you wanna stay here, bro. I don’t know why the hell you’re here, and I have more important things to do right now than care. But you dropped this MC in my lap and disappeared, so you have no say any longer. And if you’re going to be here, you’re not going to be making my members cry or pissing off my woman, is that clear?” I glare daggers at him, hoping I get through to the guy.

  Brother or not, I never have understood him. But he had been my father’s right-hand man and the natural go-to lead in the Skulls Renegade MC. Kyle dropped it in my lap a year after getting it and walked the fuck out if our lives.

  Kyle nods and gets up, getting in Elena’s face. I stand up with my fists balled up, ready to rearrange his fuckin’ face, but all he says to her is, “Sure thing, Irish,” before walking out into the bar, calling for Daisy.

  I give a one-sided smirk before coming out from behind my desk and heading straight for my Ol’ Lady. Man, I never thought I was going to say that about any woman. Sure, I’ve been with plenty of chicks looking to get some from a Prez, but there has never been any woman that I thought could stand by my side. But my siren was damn tough as nails, and I knew it from the moment she walked into that bar like she owned the place that she was bound to be mine.

  I push Elena against the wall and plant one on her, letting my hand enjoy her thick thigh for a moment before pulling away. We couldn’t get lost in each other just yet. There was some business to take care of. “Good morning, Siren. I see you’re in a mood. Are you ready to put that to use on Jimmy?”

  Instead of anger, I see her face visibly droop and I knew that she was still haunted by that motherfucker’s existence. And she was no killer, but I was sure that the death of this asshole is going to turn her life around more than she could even imagine. And it was going to satisfy my burning hatred for a man I should have never had dealings with. It made me fuckin sick that this man tortured the woman I loved when she was just a child and dared
to kill her own mother in front of her. There is a special place in hell for bastards like that, and he’s going to figure that out real soon.

  “I don’t see any reason to wait any longer. Where are they keeping him?” she asks. Little did she know he had been holed up in the basement with 24/7 guard this whole time. That place was a padded-up torture chamber. Not even one of us above ground could hear him scream.

  “Grab your Glock and follow me,” I tell her, leading her past the bedroom to grab the gun she’d kept hidden since she got there. I’d had my slight suspicions about her before; I wasn’t as stupid as people sometimes took me for. But it did take me by fuckin’ surprise when she used a badge to get us out of a ticket. She is something else.

  She tucks it away in the pocket of her cut, and I hold my hand out to her. We were going to do this together, just the way we would do everything from now on. We were going to be unstoppable as the Prez and Ol’ Lady of Skulls Renegade MC.

  There’s a little-known entrance into the basement through the laundry area; just a small little hole in the floor with some stairs leading down into the dark. But as we descend this time, it’s lit up by the dim lightbulb swinging free in the very center of the room.

  The basement isn’t much to speak of; just concrete and a water heater. We have a few pieces of junk down there. Otherwise, it was meant for exactly the purpose we’re using it for now; holding prisoners. Seamus, Enzo, and Dmitri are all down here, taking a couple of lame shots at the old man who looks worse for the wear. Other than the shit eating grin he shoots through his bloodied mouth at Elena, there’s nothing recognizable about him. I’ve made sure he had been fed nothing but gruel and he was being kept quiet and weak down here until Elena was ready.

  “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my little bitch of a daughter. Have you come to bust out my knee caps again, or are you here to be the little weakling you always were and set me free?” he asks, spitting up blood the whole time. I notice his teeth have recently been kicked in.