CLAIMED BY THE BAD BOY: A Dark Bad Boy Romance (Bloody Saints MC)

by Zoey Parker

  My body was shaking with tension and shock. Out of the club? No longer an Angel? For the last ten years of my life, this was all I knew. These people had taken me in, shown me the ropes. They’d kept my nose clean and when things got bad, I wasn’t the one they threw under the bus. Solidarity. Family. This was the closest I’d ever had to either.

  And now it was gone.

  I shook my head. “I wish you wouldn’t do this, boss.”

  “I’m not your boss anymore. I’m no one to you.”

  The dark, grim look in his eyes told me that this was no joke. And he wasn’t going to change his mind. This was his final decision, no matter what I said or felt about the matter. I suddenly felt exhausted, my shoulders slumping. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I didn’t think it was stay away from Abby like he hoped.

  I turned to go, but before I did, Caleb called back to me. Hope sprang in my chest because I was stupid and wanted to believe that I meant something to Caleb, no matter how pissed he was.

  But when I looked back at him, the same hard expression remained and I knew that whatever else he needed to add wouldn’t be good.

  “There’s one last thing I need you to do, Kade,” he told me grimly.

  Part of me wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. He just kicked me out of his club and forbid me from guarding Abby, what did I owe him at this point? But the rest of me remembered that until this moment, Caleb had been good to me. If there was a parting favor he wanted of me, I’d probably give it willingly.

  “I need you to break up with Abby.”

  I froze. No. I wouldn’t do that.

  Technically, Caleb could fire me from being Abby’s bodyguard and I might respect that to an extent. I’d let him send someone else over there to protect her and do the digging that would lead us to James Austin. But that didn’t mean I’d just stay away from Abby. We had a connection, and I hadn’t been lying when I told him that I had honest feelings for her. I refused to call it love so early on, but something in my heart told me that was exactly what it was.

  And Caleb couldn’t order that away.

  I let out a bitter laugh. “Oh? That’s funny, I’m pretty sure that I was just fired and kicked out of your club. Last I checked that means you’re not my boss anymore. So why the hell should I do that?”

  If Caleb was hurt by my words, he didn’t show it. In fact, it looked as though he’d anticipated my rebuttal, because he finally sat down behind his desk. He looked the picture of calm. “Because if you weren’t lying and she isn’t just some piece of tail—”

  “I’m not,” I ground out fiercely.

  “—then you’ll do what’s best for her. And even if you don’t agree with anything else I’ve said here today, you will agree with me when I say that she deserves better than the likes of you.”

  I froze. I wanted to yell at him that I was just as deserving as any other asshole out there. I wanted to argue that I earned my right to be beside her. I wanted to tell him that the right thing to do for her was to stay by her side.

  But I couldn’t. Not quite.

  “She’s not just some girl, Kade. She pulled herself up out of the dirty streets to stardom. She didn’t take any handouts or shortcuts and I know she’s been offered them. I know there were guys who would have given her a starring role if she’d only spread her legs—but she wouldn’t. She worked her ass off instead and proved that she deserved those roles. She worked until no one could deny that she belongs where she is today—and you want to drag her back to those dirty streets.”

  I listened to him silently and with each word, I felt as though he were hitting me in the stomach, forcing the air form my lungs.

  If it was a matter of love and affection, of how hard I would work to protect her, how hard I’d try to make her happy, then I would win. I would fight. But this? No, I couldn’t argue with this, because in the end I thought he was right. Abby deserved better than me.

  All I could do was nod and leave the room. Behind me, I heard Caleb call out to me, “You’re doing the right thing.”

  The right thing had never felt so horrible.

  ***

  I went back to Abby’s mansion reluctantly. The last thing I wanted to do was this, but it had to be done. And it had to be done now because I didn’t think I’d have the strength to do it later. I’d rationalized the whole thing, convinced myself that being with Abby was the right thing.

  But it wasn’t. I had to do this.

  I left my bike parked in the front instead of down in the garage below the house. I wouldn’t be staying long after all, and I wanted to be able to make a quick escape when the time came. Going to the door, I knocked solidly twice then waited.

  It was Brody who opened the door.

  His eyebrows rose in surprise, clearly not expecting to see me there. “What are you…?” But I pushed past him into the room just as Abby rounded the corner, probably to ask Brody who it was. As soon as she saw me, her face lit up. Her full lips spread into a huge smile and she rushed over to me.

  My heart ached at how beautiful she was, and how happy she was to see me.

  She threw her arms around my neck and dragged her face up to mine, planting a heated kiss to my mouth that begged me to dive in, to reciprocate. Her mouth pleaded with me for more, her tongue sliding across my lower lip to ask for entrance. But I couldn’t give it to her. No matter how much I wanted to lose myself in the feel and taste of her, I had to pull back.

  I did so as gently as I could, though I could tell she didn’t appreciate it. She blinked at me in surprise.

  “Kade?”

  I looked over at Brody. “Give us a minute, would you?”

  Brody hesitated for half a second, clearly not sure what the appropriate response was supposed to be. Ultimately, he just muttered something under his breath and left the room. When he was gone, I turned back to Abby.

  She grinned at me and tried to kiss me again, but I turned my head away. I unwrapped her arms from my neck and put a deliberate step between us, even though it made my insides feel as though they were trying to tear themselves apart.

  “Kade? What’s going on?” Her sweet voice was laced with worry.

  Willing my voice to remain steady, to make my voice angry and hard, I answered Abby evenly. “I just came back to tell you that it’s over.”

  She blinked at me. “Over? What are you…?”

  “Shit, you really are a dumb blonde, aren’t you?”

  She flinched like I’d just slapped her across the face, but I kept going before she could respond or catch her breath.

  “It’s over. You and me. You were a decent lay, but for all your looks, I’ve had better. I figured you were a porn star with tits like those, but instead you’re just some prissy little girl who—”

  The slap kept me from saying more, thank god. She had put all the force she could behind that hand, striking me on the jaw where I’d only just been punched by Caleb less than an hour ago. It made the sting all the worse, but really, I didn’t mind.

  I deserved that slap for saying those things, even if I only said them to get her to hate me. Judging by the anger in her eyes mixed with the tears that had yet to fall, I would say that I’d managed that at least.

  It didn’t make me feel better.

  “Bastard,” she said in a soft voice. I could hear the tears lingering in her voice. “Get the hell out of here—and never come back. I never want to see you again.”

  I looked her over one last time, then silently, I left.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Abby

  When Brody came back, I told him that I’d be in my room taking a nap. I didn’t let him see my face because I was working hard to keep the tears at bay, and didn’t think I could manage it if he saw my expression. Brody was a good kid, but he wasn’t good at lying or hiding what he was thinking. As soon as he saw it, it would show on his face and then I’d deteriorate into a blubbering mess on the floor.

  And I just couldn’t have that.

/>   So I went upstairs without giving him the chance to ask me what had happened and just where Kade was. I’d explain to him and Caleb that Kade was out of the picture and this time, there wouldn’t be room for arguing. My words would hold, damnit.

  I went up the stairs and held back my tears until I got to my room. But as soon as the door closed behind me, they came in a torrent. I leaned back against the door and slid to the ground in front of it, sobs wracking my frame. There was a part of me that angrily admonished me for being so broken up about this.

  We hadn’t been together all that long. In fact, what time we’d had together was mostly in the sack, wasn’t it? That hardly constituted a relationship. We hadn’t even really been on a date yet, well, one that wasn’t sequestered here in the house, tucked away in my movie center. If you hadn’t been on a date yet, then how could you be truly upset and broken up about someone?

  But that angry part was having a hard time convincing the rest of me. Yes, we’d been together for such a short time that it was silly to be so attached. And yes, most of that time together had been sexual in nature and surely could have been a result of physical attraction—hormones, and nothing more. But that didn’t explain the other things for me. It didn’t explain how I felt safe with Kade and no one else. It didn’t explain why I wanted to be near him, why I felt like he would protect me against anything. It didn’t explain why I felt so attached to him that I felt like he was the person to put my faith in.

  Good job on that one, Abby, I thought as the tears continued to slip down my cheeks.

  I wiped at them furiously, trying to quell the sadness that settled in my chest, the hurt there achingly painful. But it was no use. My body was telling me to cry, and I was crying. Simple as that.

  How could Kade do that to me? Use me and just toss me aside? And then to say those things to me? But even as I wondered about his horrid behavior, I scolded myself for trusting him in the first place.

  I should have known that a biker would play me like that. I should have known that I wouldn’t mean a damn thing to him beyond a nice piece of ass. After all, I wasn’t one of those rich bitches who had grown up in nothing but luxury since she was a child. I’d had a hard life before I’d made it big, and I remembered it just fine even all these years later.

  Caleb lived in a nice mansion now and didn’t have to worry about money anymore. If I suddenly went bankrupt tomorrow, there would be someone to turn to so I could keep myself afloat. But that hadn’t been the case years ago. It used to be that Caleb did dirty deals with bad people to make ends meet. He’d been part of a motorcycle club for as long as I could remember, but he hadn’t always run it. It used to be that he was the lackey, forced to do the dangerous work that most people wouldn’t. The things that would get him thrown into prison if he wasn’t careful.

  These were the types of things that I’d struggled to get away from when I was younger. It didn’t mean that I didn’t love my uncle—of course I did. He raised me as his own when my parents died, and despite the dangerous things he was involved with, he did his absolute best to keep me out of it. He made sure that I was safe when I went to school and that I was safe at home, too. He did his best to keep me separated from the life he never wanted for me.

  “And what do I do?” I asked the empty room. “I go and fall for some badass biker and try to throw myself back into that life.”

  Now that I’d said it out loud, it sounded even more ridiculous. How could I have been so foolish?

  But knowing that I’d made a bad decision didn’t seem to end the hurt of it. Kade leaving me was probably dodging a bullet. I was certainly better off without him, but even as I realized that, I couldn’t stop the aching in my chest at losing him. At hearing the terrible things he’d said to me.

  I shuddered and swallowed my next sob, determined to keep myself together. Forcing myself up, I went to the adjoined bathroom to clean up. Looking good was half the part of feeling good I reminded myself, though I really didn’t feel that way right then.

  When I looked in the mirror I saw a tear streaked face with slightly running mascara and messy hair. I was still wearing the sweatshirt and the cut off shorts from earlier when Kade and I had… I shook my head. Stop thinking of him! I commanded myself.

  Deciding that the first order of business was a shower, I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the water, vowing to burn that sweatshirt of Kade’s. When the water was right, I stepped in. I scrubbed my face until it felt raw, doing my best to get all of the makeup off before I got to anything else, and to try to scrub away the remainders of my tears. Then I washed my hair.

  When I stepped out, I felt a little better, cleaner anyway, though I couldn’t completely wash away the memory of Kade. His hands on mine, his lips crushing themselves against my mouth. No, it would take a while to completely eliminate him from my thoughts, but the sooner I got to work on it, the sooner I’d be over him.

  Nothing to get over, I thought to myself as I began to comb my hair in my reflection.

  I’d finished with my hair and reapplied my makeup when the phone rang. I thought about just letting it ring since it was the house phone and not my cell, but at the last minute I decided I could always use the distraction and answered it.

  “Hello? Woodard residence.”

  There was a pause, then I heard the sound of the voice that I had hoped to never hear again. James Austin. “I’ll finish her. Poor April, it’s not her I want, but I’ll do what I must to get to you, my love.”

  My blood ran cold. This man who had been tormenting me, a terrible, wicked man who had put my best friend in the hospital, a man who had tried to kidnap me, was now threatening to kill April!

  I shuddered, my heart clenching. Here I was being so wrapped up in some man dumping me, a man who I barely even knew, when my dearest friend was in the hospital, roughed up like she’d been in some sort of cage fight. How could I be so selfish?

  With a trembling voice, I asked, “What do you want?”

  There was another pause, then, “The same thing I’ve always wanted. You.”

  I clenched my eyes shut, sliding down against the wall as I clutched the phone tightly. Of course he wanted me. This had always been about me.

  “If you come right now, I’ll spare her,” he continued, his voice raspy and low. But not sexy low. It was more like he was breathless or wheezing. “I’ll let her go and all you have to do is come here to save your friend, Abby. I know that you wouldn’t just leave your friend to die. I know you won’t disappoint me.”

  I trembled in fear, barely holding back a sob. All I wanted to do was crawl into Kade’s strong arms.

  But Kade wasn’t here anymore. He wouldn’t protect me or save me, and I’d been foolish to have believed that he would. Sucking in a steadying breath, I resolved to fix this on my own. I couldn’t wait around for men to save me—I had to save me. And I had to protect April.

  “Where is she?”

  He rattled off an address and I hurried to find something to write it on. In the end, I used my eyeliner and the back of one of the envelopes for the letters he’d sent me to scrawl it on. I wrote it out quickly. Just before the line went dead he said, “Come alone.”

  I held the phone for a while longer, listening to the dial tone and staring down at the address he’d given me. The smart thing to do would be to go to the hospital and check to see if April was there safely in her room, but I didn’t have the time.

  But I do have the time to call.

  I dialed the number to the hospital and asked about April. As I listened to the response, fear swamped me.

  “She checked herself out nearly an hour ago. Though she’s in rough shape, they’re mostly just bruises and the like. Nothing we can do for her here that she can’t do at home. So the doctor gave her a painkiller prescription and signed off on it. I would imagine she’s home by now, probably resting if she heard a word the doctor said to her as she left.”

  The helpful lady on the phone kept rambling on,
but I wasn’t listening anymore. The lady said she checked herself out, I thought hopefully. Not that a man came and got her. So maybe she’s okay. Maybe he doesn’t have her. Maybe he’s only bluffing.

  But the problem was I couldn’t take that risk. I ended up cutting of the woman in midsentence, thanking her for her help, then hanging up the phone. I made one more call, this one to April’s house, but got no answer. My fear worsened as I realized that the address smeared across that envelope in my eyeliner was the only way I was going to save April.

  And worse still, I’d have to go alone.

  Clenching my eyes shut one last time, I took in a steadying breath, then made up my mind. I would go. I would save April. No matter what it cost me.