“I said you were mine,” he states.
“But you’re …”
“Also yours,” he says softly, and my heart swells. “I don’t know what this is, honestly, but I know that when I’m with you, I find myself smiling. I know that when I’m not with you, all I do is worry about you. When you said you had seen Robert, I was so jealous. I don’t want anyone else to have you, Skye. I want you. You make me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time.” And I know he means since Nicole was taken from him.
“Brecken …”
“Shhhh,” he says leaning his head down to mine. “Want me to prove to everyone that I’m with you? That I’m yours just as much as you are mine?” he asks as his eyes search mine.
I swallow nervously. “I’m afraid of what that means,” I say, but my mind is screaming fuck yes! Show those bitches you are mine!
He smiles. “Don’t be.” Then he pushes his lips to mine. He kisses me deeply. Roughly. His hands move to my hair, and they tangle in it. I gasp into his mouth as my scalp starts to sting from his tight grip. Then he spins us around and pushes me backward all the while kissing me. I wrap my arms around his neck; if I fall, he’s going down with me. We come to a stop as my back hits a cold wall. He pulls away long enough to rip my shirt up and over my head. His lips are back on mine as his hands go to my shorts. He pushes them down along with my underwear. I kick them off as my tongue dances with his.
My hands go to his jeans, but he stops me. “I’ll do that,” he growls against my lips. I hear the sound of his belt slap against his jeans as he pulls it through his belt loops then his pants fall to the floor. I reach out, take his already hard cock in my hand, and grip it tightly. He hisses in a breath before nipping at my lip. He pulls away and spins me around. The front of my body hits a cold surface, and I gasp at the surprise feeling of glass against my body. He has me pushed up against a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks Chicago. In the middle of the day. “Brecken?” I gasp. “What are you we doing?” I ask as I place my hands on the window. He grabs them and yanks them behind my back. I cry out when I feel him wrap his belt around them, tying them tightly behind my back. “Oh, God,” is all I can say when I try to pull them apart. Wetness pools between my legs as my insides tighten. This is what you like. What you want.
Fuck me, Brecken!
Take me, Brecken!
Dominate me, Brecken!
Why am I so weak for this man? Am I just so lonely now, I will do anything for someone to want me?
Then he reaches around with one hand and his fingers go to my pussy without any warning. When he slides two in, I stand up on my tiptoes; my skin stings as it pulls against the window.
“I’m gonna let them watch,” he says as his lips trail down my neck.
“Who?” I ask closing my eyes. I’m afraid of heights. I’m afraid that I’m letting this man fuck me up against a window for all of Chicago to see just to let the city see that he belongs to me. Or maybe because I want them all to see that I belong to him. I’m at the point where I’m lost. As if I’m in the middle of the storm and can’t see my way out.
“Anyone.” His fingers pick up their pace and I place my forehead against the coolness of the window and moan. “I want them to see that you belong to me and that I belong to you.” His teeth bite my shoulders, and I tremble. “I want them to watch the look on your face when I make you come.” I whimper as I try to pull my hands free. No luck … and for some reason, it turns me on even more. “When you scream my name.” His fingers move quicker and quicker, and I’m panting. My heart beats wildly. “I’m gonna make you come with my fingers,” he whispers in my ear. I can hear his breathing is just as labored as mine is. “Then I’m gonna fuck your mouth while on your knees.” I suck in a deep breath at the thought of that. “Anyone who is out there is going to see that we own one another.” As his fingers fuck my pussy, his free hand comes up the front of my body, and he wraps his hands around my throat. He pushes my back to his front, smashing my arms and hands behind my back even more. “I’m gonna make them jealous, baby.”
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
BRECKEN
Her body is shaking. Her hands still tied behind her back, I’m holding her up by her neck as she comes down from her orgasm. It didn’t take her long to get here, but it hasn’t taken me long to figure out what her body likes and what it doesn’t. She likes the dominating me. She likes when I take charge and make her body bend to my will. The belt around her wrists made her wetter than I knew she could get. And in a way, I was punishing her. I would never tell her that, but the fact that she brought up Monica made me mad. Not at her but myself. How could I have forgotten about her? The deal that we have? I fuck her, and she tells me what I want to hear regarding her husband, who is in prison. Her same husband that Case and I put there by setting him up. We organized a raid of the club he owns and had him arrested. The guy was our main supplier, so he had to go. We needed others to start coming to us instead of going to him. We needed to find Cricket. And putting Rox away was the only way to do that. But Cricket disappeared as well. I’ve been fucking Monica for a year now, and nothing she has told me has helped us. And the fact that Rox named Case as a part in his deals complicated things. I can’t let Case be questioned or go to jail. We erased footage from Rox’s club and any evidence that Case was ever there. But still, it’s his word against ours.
Now, it’s time for Monica and I to have our weekly fuck, and I’m gonna have to come up with a reason to miss it.
Skye moans, reminding me that I just fucked her with my fingers for all of Chicago to see. I shake my head at myself. Why am I even thinking about all of this? I have a beautiful woman standing in front of me, her body still shaking and her breathing labored because of me. I wasn’t lying to her; somewhere along the way, I became just as much hers as she is mine. And I need to remind her of that.
I let go of her neck and pull her away from the window. I spin her around, leaving her hands tied behind her back. “On your knees,” I order.
She falls down to them and looks up at me. Her mouth opens as her breathing starts to slow. Her dark green eyes cloud over, and her chest slicks with sweat.
I run my knuckles down her soft cheek. “You’re so beautiful.” A chill runs through her body, and she leans into my touch as she closes her heavy eyes. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” I say grabbing her hair. She whimpers as her lips part. “Now, open that sweet mouth of yours.”
***
I wake to my phone ringing. I undo Skye from under my arm, and I answer when I see it’s Jet. “Hello?” I ask softly, not wanting to wake her up.
“Were you sleeping?” he asks. “You sound like you were sleeping. Is that all you’re doing now? You know what, don’t answer that. I’m sure you guys are spending every waking moment in bed together,” he says, sounding disgusted.
“What do you want?” I ask. We had passed out after we had our show in front of the window. I know she’s tired. The last three days have been crazy. We’ve jumped on planes and left the state. Then we’re jumping on another one to come back. It’s exhausting for both of us.
“We got the toxicology report back on Tiffany,” he says softly, and I feel my chest tighten. It’s not good.
“And?”
“As we suspected. Her alcohol level was over the limit. She had GHB in her system. The substance that you got off Oscar also matched something in her system. We’re guessing that’s Gen.” He sighs. “But there’s more.”
I look over at Skye to see she still lies on her side, eyes closed and breathing evenly. “What more could there be?” I ask trying to think of what else could be in her system.
“Brecken.” He pauses as he breathes heavily. “She was pregnant.”
***
I sit on the end of the bed. It’s been at least an hour since I spoke to Jet. Maybe two, I’m not sure, and I’m still not sure how to tell Skye that her friend was pregnant. How do I tell her that not only did she lose one life, bu
t she lost two? And then I have to tell her that they know who the father is … I swallow nervously.
“Brecken?” I hear her soft voice.
I turn around to see her sit up. She wipes her eyes and then yawns. “How long have you been awake?” she asks.
It’s starting to get dark outside, and I look over at the window where I had her naked and pressed up against it. I sigh heavily. “About two hours,” I say.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her eyes looking more and more awake every second.
“I have to go to the club,” I tell her.
“Okay.” She pushes the covers off her. “Let me take a quick shower and then I’ll be ready to leave …”
“You can’t go, Skye,” I say running my hand over my head. “You need to stay here,” I say flatly.
“But—”
“But nothing,” I snap, interrupting her. Calm down, Brecken. It’s not her fault.
She stands by the bed naked, and my cock starts to harden. I have to look away. I could push her down onto the bed. I could kiss her till she moans. Fuck her until she screams, but what good will that do? Just delay the inevitable. “Brecken.” She comes over to me. Her bare skin presses against my shirt and jeans. I know she can feel my hardness, but she doesn’t say anything about it. “Everything okay?” she asks lifting her hand to my face.
I pull away from her soft touch and take a deep breath. “No, Skye.” I look into her eyes, and they widen in fear. “Jet called me while you were sleeping. And we got the toxicology report back for Tiffany.”
“What did it say?” she asks slowly; her breathing has already changed, and she bites on her lip nervously.
“She was drunk. She was on drugs. But …” I pause.
“But what?”
I place my hands on her shoulders and push her backward to sit down on the end of the bed. I kneel down in front of her and take her hands in mine. “She was pregnant, babe,” I say softly.
She just sits there staring at me with this look of confusion on her face. As if she’s trying to process this information. Finally, she shakes her head slowly. “That can’t be.”
“The results don’t lie,” I tell her.
She yanks her hands from mine and stands. She starts to pace. “No. She wouldn’t have been doing drugs, let alone drinking, if she was pregnant,” she says shaking her head.
“She was only about eight weeks. I don’t think she even knew.”
She comes to a stop and looks up at me unshed tears in her eyes. “She wasn’t seeing anyone,” she says. “Who could she be pregnant by?”
I let out a sigh as I look away from her again. “You know.” It wasn’t a question. “Is it James?” she asks.
I shake my head. “When Jet went and saw him a few days ago, he willingly gave up his DNA. They tested it. It was not a match.”
“So who was the match?” she asks. I just stare at her. “Was it someone I know?”
I fist my hands down by my side and release them. “Yes. It was Robert.”
SKYE
Tiffany was pregnant!
I wanna cry. I wanna lie down on the bed while I kick and scream, but what will it do? It won’t change anything. It won’t bring her or her baby back. Instead, I did nothing. I sat down on the bed as I stared out over the city of Chicago. I’m not sure how long I sat there. Brecken left, saying that he would be back later tonight after the club closed. He said I had to stay here. We are in a hotel for a reason, and that reason is because I have a warrant out for me. And the fact that Tiffany and her baby were killed just upped my sentence. I not only killed my best friend but also an unborn baby. I could be looking at life.
So after sitting there for I don’t know how long, the sun went down, and the moon came up. The city lights lit up the sky, and I was still just sitting there.
My heart hurts. My chest feels so tight I can barely breathe. It’s as if she died all over again. She was pregnant! With Robert’s baby.
“How do you know it was Robert’s?” I asked Brecken.
“He was in the system. He had got into some trouble when he was in his teens. Before his daddy had the money to get him out. The information in the system verified that he was the father.”
Eventually, I got up, looked around the expensive hotel room, and realized sitting here won’t get anything done. I won’t get any answers. I have to do something. If being with Brecken has taught me anything, it’s that you go for what you want. And I want to know if Robert killed her. I have been dead set on James, but now … now, I am thinking Robert did all of this.
I eventually got off that bed, took a shower, dried my hair, and then threw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt. I went downstairs and got a cab.
As it pulls up to Robert’s house, I pray that he is here. I know that Jet has had a hard time trying to find him for Brecken so I’m hoping that I have better luck. “Thank you,” I say, handing the money to the driver, and get out.
I take a deep breath and clutch my purse with my gun inside it before I start to walk up the stairs. I watch the cab turn around in the circle drive and drive off over my shoulder. You have to do this! Tiffany and her baby deserve this!
I ring the doorbell and cross my arms over my chest, trying not to let them shake. I’m not nervous. I’m pissed.
The door swings open and Robert stands there in a three-piece suit. He looks down at me, and a smug smile spreads across his face. “Well, finally ready to come back to me?” He stretches his hands out, one above his hand on the door and the other on the doorframe. “Things not work out with Brecken?”
The sight of him makes me want to vomit. “How do you know I’m with Brecken?” I ask.
His smile drops off his face at my words. As if he was just guessing and my statement made it true. “Everyone knows that Range Rover. And you were driving it. Doesn’t take an idiot to put two and two together.”
“I need to talk to you,” I say swallowing the guilt that Brecken doesn’t know I’m here. When I asked him if they were going to arrest Robert for her death, he said there was no evidence. All they could do was bring him in for questioning since it was his baby. But they have nothing else to go on. That’s when I decided I had to take this situation into my hands.
“Come in, love,” he says moving to the side for me to enter. “Would you like a drink?” he offers as he walks off to the kitchen,
“No, thanks.” I’m not taking that chance again. I don’t want him slipping something into it.
My heart beats hard against my chest and my palms sweat. I’m so nervous, but I have to do this for Tiffany. I have to know if he is the bastard who tortured her. “Did you kill Tiffany?” I ask as I enter the kitchen.
He shuts the water off and sets the now full cup of water on the counter and turns around to face me. “What?” he asks in surprise.
“You heard me,” I say, feeling my anger rise. He’s avoiding the question. “Did you kill Tiffany?” I ask in case he’s become deaf over the last week.
“No,” he says simply as if I believe him.
“See, the thing is”—I start to dig through my purse—“you’ve shown up twice since she went missing and not once did you ask where she was.” I wrap my hand around my gun.
He starts to laugh as if he’s uncomfortable. One of those awkward laughs. “And when I asked you if you killed her, you said no, not I didn’t know she was dead,” I add.
He just stares at me. His blue eyes narrow on me, and I know it. I know it in my soul that he did it. I had been wrong all along. “She was pregnant,” I say, and his eyes widen for the briefest moment. “And it was yours.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
I nod. “They already did the test. Compared it to your DNA.” I give him a fuck you smile. “They know it’s yours, and they now see you as a suspect,” I say making up shit.
“See, here’s the thing,” he says calmly. “You were my girlfriend. And I knocked up your best friend. So”—he shrugs carelessly—“you are the susp
ect. The jealous girlfriend who couldn’t live with your best friend carrying your boyfriend’s baby.” My lips part as I suck in a deep breath. “I do believe you are the one lying, sweetheart. Coming here. Trying to scare me. Make me nervous.” He gestures to his house. “I have money. I have family. You have no one. And no money. Who do you think they will believe?”
“You planned this,” I say breathlessly.
He smiles. A slow and cocky smile as tears sting my eyes. “I have to say you surprise me, especially by coming right to me. I figured you’d have your druggie boyfriend do it. But I must admit this makes it even better.”
I pull my gun out of my purse and point it at him as a tear runs down my face. “You bastard,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Skye. Put the gun down,” he says softly as if he’s trying to coax a child. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Then he smiles at those words.
“The only person I’m gonna hurt is you,” I say. I go to pull the trigger back, but he rushes me. He knocks me back, and the gun flies out of my hand. We hit the kitchen floor, and my head hits something hard.
My vision fades in and out as a wave of nausea hits me. I blink a few times as my ears ring. “Fucking bitch.” I hear him hiss as he picks himself up off the floor.
I roll over and make my way up onto my hands and knees. I see double of everything, but I can see my gun. I start to crawl, hoping it’s in the right direction, when he tangles his hand in my hair. I reach up to try and yank it free as I scream.
“Scream all you want, baby. No one can hear you.” He drags me across the floor as I kick and try to free myself. When he stops dragging me, he yanks me to stand.
“You fucking bastard,” I say, trying to get my balance, but my head throbs and my vision is still foggy.
He laughs as he shoves me into the kitchen island. He puts himself behind me, pinning my body to it. “It’s not all my fault, babe.”
I try to fight him. I push against him. I shove my head back trying to make contact with his nose, mouth, anything. He grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into the countertop. I moan as everything goes black.
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