by Laura Avery
“You think this shit is funny?” I moved toward him, pushing him forcefully back onto the sidewalk. “The cops are going to be crawling around this place in a matter of minutes. You need to get the fuck home and now.”
“Actually,” he said cockily as he brushed off the front of his shirt. “They aren’t. In fact, they won't be bothering me again for a very long time.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I got you a little coming home present.” He lifted up his ankle and pulled up the leg of his jeans, revealing an ankle that was very much empty.
“Where’s your electronic tractor?” I asked suspiciously.
“It’s off.” He grinned. “Got taken off early for good behavior. I’m officially a free man. And do you know what that means? That means I can finally be back with you and Pierce where I belong and we can handle this thing together just like we always should have.” An evil glisten took over his eyes. “We’re going to find those fucking liars and we’re going to make sure they never destroy anyone else the way they did us.”
I swallowed and waited, knowing he wasn’t done.
“I’m going to watch the light go out in their eyes, Jackson.”
My game had just become Liam’s slaughter. And once he found out the truth I wasn’t convinced Emery and Charlotte would be the only people he wanted to kill.
Run, little lamb, the big bad wolf is coming for you.
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OWNED
By the Ford Brothers
BLAZING DEVILS MC
BY ALEXA RYNN
Copyright 2016 Alexa Rynn, all rights reserved.
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PART ONE
KATHERINE
The vibe of the club filled my body and I grind my body up and down to the music, enjoying the way it was taking over my groove. I grabbed my friend Meghan and pulled her small body closer to me, wiggling my butt along the side of her. We looked at one another and started giggling, enjoying the moment for what it was. A break from all the drama and crime that took place just a few streets away in the inner city. No guns or drugs to worry about. On this dance floor, there was just the two of us, getting lost in the hot beat of the music.
It was a nice break from the reality of the world we have been forced to grow up in, but it was a short-lived one. My body was immediately being grabbed and pulled through the club to the side of the dance floor.
“What the…” My voice trailed off when I was met with my stepbrother’s intense and angry eyes. Shit. Of course, out of all the clubs in the city tonight he would be in this one. He had a sixth sense for when and where I was going to be somewhere, and a seventh sense for how to ruin my good time.
“What are you doing here?” Danger asked with anger flashing across his face. “Go home,” he demanded, “now.”
I rolled my eyes and took a step back from him, but his power still rained over me. I cursed myself for about the hundredth million time in my life that out of all the guys my mom could have met on the Southside she had decided to marry Danger’s dad. It was hard enough growing up in the inner city to begin with, add being Danger’s little sister to the mix and it was almost impossible. I always felt like I was being watched from every direction. Whether it was his brothers or his little club whores that ran around in every direction, it was clear someone always had eyes on me. Danger and his brothers ran the most powerful Motorcycle Club in the state and everyone wanted to claim him or impress him. Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone wanted to use me to do it, especially the people who had acted like I didn’t exist before.
“I’m not going home, Danger.” I rolled my eyes and flipped my long dark hair over my shoulder. “I just got here.”
His brown eyes burned with fury at me questioning him. “Why do you always have to be so fucking difficult? Just go home, Kat. Now.” He ran his hand through his short black hair, looking around the club and taking in his surroundings quickly.
I took the chance to take in his beauty through the flashing lights of the club. Light tan skin, thick lips, perfect dark features, and deep brown eyes. It wasn’t shocking that every girl within a 25-mile radius lusted after him. And his confidence was an added bonus. There was no one else like him anywhere in the city. “I’m not going anywhere,” I crossed my arms over my chest to prove my point.
I tried to force my eyes away from his toned chest and reminded my heart to calm down. I had this intense desire to reach out and touch him, to run my hands up and down his body. I cursed the wet ache between my legs. Ugh, was he going to have this effect on me for the rest of my life?
“I don’t have time for this,” Danger announced. He started looking around the club again like it was a life or death situation that I was currently in the room. “You shouldn’t even be here anyway, you’re underage.”
“I’m 18! I’m not underage!”
“You’re a baby,” he told me. I saw him waving someone over and I followed his gaze to see Silk making his way through the crowd toward where the two of us were standing. I made a quick run for it but it was no use, Danger had his hands around me within a half of a second. His 6’2 frame overpowered my 5’6 one easily.
When Silk reached us his eyes grew wide at the sight of me. “What’s she doing here?”
Danger looked at me and shook his head like I’d screwed up his whole night. “Exactly. I need you to get her out of here.”
Silk nodded, not daring to question what Danger told him to do. Not that I was surprised since most people didn’t question anything that Danger told them. But Silk was the person least likely to out of everyone. He had been Danger’s best friend for as long as I’d known him. I’d met him six years ago on the first day I had officially met Danger. It had become normal over the coming years to not see one of them without the other. Back then I had been 12 and love struck by how good looking and dangerous the two 16-year-old boys had been. That feeling had faded over the years, though, or at least that’s what I made myself believe as high school carried on. It only made sense that Silk ended up being a faithful member and brother of the Blazing Devils with my stepbrothers. It also only made sense that he would assist them in making my life a living hell.
“I’m not going anywhere!” I exclaimed now, trying to get out of Danger’s grasp but failing once again.
“Take her home, and fast.” Danger handed me off to Silk and he obeyed, ushering me out of the back of the club into the nearby alley.
“I hate you!” I screamed out after Danger.
“No you don’t,” he called back. “And take off that dress, you look like you’re easy!”
And then the club door slammed in my face.
***
“What’s your real name?” I demanded on the walk back to our apartment.
Silk raised his eyebrows at me. “Aren’t you sick of this game yet?”
“No!” I yelled. “And why do they call you Silk? Tell me right now!”
I was trying to annoy him but I knew it wasn’t working. I had been asking him for years why they called him Silk but he always just laughed, saying I was too young to understand. That was the problem, having a stepbrother like Danger who treated you like you were a kid made everyone else around him treat you like you were a kid, too.
He shook his head back and forth. “You shouldn’t have been there.”
“You guys just can’t handle the thought of me having fun.”
I kicked a piece of garbage that was floating around on the sidewalk as we walked. “You want me to stay home and play with my dolls or something like I’m still a little girl.”
“You are still a little girl,” Silk told me. He stepped around the same garbage I’d been kicking, always worried about messing up his shoes. Which made no sense, I mean they were biker boots, come on. “You just turned 18, Kat. I wouldn’t be in such a hurry to grow up if I was you. These streets are a scary place for any woman, especially one who looks like a school teacher.” He laughed loudly and it echoed in and out of the buildings around us.
“I’m not a school teacher!” I yelled at him again, annoyed at the comparison.
He smirked. “You aren’t fully a school teacher but you sure as hell have the whole good girl thing going on and that’s a dangerous look around these parts, little girl, especially when you’re associated with the club.” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and sighed. “You know Danger just wants to keep you safe, he’s the only one of your brothers who still lives at him, Kat, you’re his responsibility.”
“Stepbrothers,” I huffed. “And don’t call me little girl.”
He chuckled and picked up his pace a little bit, sure to keep me close to him as we put more and more distance from myself and the club. Part of me thought about running for a second but he would probably catch me with little effort. Just like Danger, Silk was in excellent shape. They would go on long runs together every morning at the crack of dawn and spend hours every week in the gym with other members of the club.
I tried not to let the comment he just made get to me, but it stung just the same. It wasn’t like I wanted to be a good girl, I just had more trouble showing skin than most of the other girls around here. I wasn’t a club whore and I never would be and if that was the kind of girl the brothers were into then I guess none of them were right for me. It’s not like I looked super conservative or anything but compared to the other girls in our neighborhood I did. It had made it tough for me growing up around here. Girls were cruel and had trouble accepting me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I dressed differently than the rest of them it was because of the fact that I was always around Danger and they wanted to get close to him. It was something I remained sensitive about. I knew Silk hadn’t meant anything by his comment but I couldn’t help but over analyze it in my mind.
“The problem is that you guys don’t think I can handle my own when I’m perfectly capable of doing just that.” I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned toward him. “Take a look at me, Silk, I’m not the same little girl you met back then. It’s different now, I’ve grown up, Danger and you are just late to the party.”
Some guy took that opportunity to pop out of the bushes behind me and throw his body into me. I started freaking out, flapping my arms around my head like a crazy person.
Silk laughed, pulling the guy off of me, and shoving him off down the street. “Relax, it's only drunk Roy,” he said, referring to one of the neighborhood drunks.
I smoothed my dress out, trying to regain my balance.
“Now,” Silk said, smirking as we started walking again, “what was it you were saying about being grown?”
I scowled and shoved him as hard as I could, but he just laughed, ushering me further into the darkness toward home.
The smell of weed drifted after me into our apartment as I closed the door behind me and locked it. The people next door loved smoking in the middle of the hallway for some reason as opposite to their balcony off the back of their apartment. I normally didn’t mind it, but on this particular night they had a lot of friends over and the smell was consuming the entire hallway, making it easy to drift into our unit whenever the door got opened.
I had been surprised that Silk hadn’t insisted on staying and making sure I didn’t go anywhere for the rest of the night, but he had hurried me inside so he could be on his way. I had considered leaving for a split second but I saw Silk talking to a few of his boys outside and I suspected he was telling them to inform him or Danger if they saw me leave the building. Like I said before, Danger had eyes everywhere.
I knew no one would be home now. Danger’s dad was away for the weekend on a delivery and my mom worked nights at the local hospital. We didn’t have a lot of money, but I guess for what was considered a lot in this neighborhood we did. It was rare for anyone around here to get married and stay married, which is why it had surprised me that my mom and Danger’s dad had lasted for as long as they had. Seven years without any cheating or deaths was like a lifetime in these parts. If it was up to Danger or the rest of my stepbrothers we would all be in a fancy house across town but my mother and stepfather wanted nothing to do with the club or their life and that included taking a dime from them.
The only reason Danger still lived at home was to keep an eye on me.
Lucky me.
I pulled my phone out of my small purse and glanced at the screen, a bunch of texts from my girls asking where I had gone, and one from Danger asking if I had gotten home safe.
I responded to him right away.
No, I didn’t. I’m out doing me.
My phone vibrated in my hand within seconds.
LOL good one
I sighed and hit respond.
I hate you
Another vibration.
Love you too
I tossed the phone on the sofa, annoyed by it and grabbed a change of clothes out of the laundry basket that was sitting on top of the end table. I considered keeping my dress on until Danger got back from the club just to spite him but decided against it. The dress was pretty uncomfortable and short, no use in putting myself through any more torture for the night. My girl had let me borrow it since I had nothing else to wear for a night out, she was much smaller than me and the purple fabric made me look like an oversized balloon.
I wrinkled it up into a small ball and tossed it into the basket, reminding myself to return it to her later. I pulled on some sweat pants and one of Danger’s comfy t-shirts. If he wanted to be an asshole then I was going to wear whatever I wanted of his. Deserved him right for the way he had acted tonight. Demanding I leave the club then getting one of his brothers to usher me out; so ridiculous on his part.
I picked up my phone that had been lighting up nonstop since I tossed it aside a few minutes before and took a look at the massive amounts of texts that had flooded my screen.
I felt myself gasp.
There had been a shooting at the club tonight. The club I had just been at.
That must have been why Danger wanted me to go home so bad.
I lay in bed for hours waiting for Danger to get home from the club. I couldn’t believe that he hadn’t told me what the hell was about to go down in that club. I mean; I had friends who were there. I could have got them out. Luckily I had heard from all of them since the news broke and I knew nothing had happened to any of them but it was still the principal of the manner.
And why the hell had he stayed if he knew what was about to go down? Why hadn’t he just left with me to make sure that he stayed safe? Suddenly Silk’s wide eyes when he had seen me in the club earlier that night made sense. And so did the way he had left so quick after walking me back from the club. Like there was no time to waste.
But if they both knew about it why had they stayed anyway? Unless they had been involved directly… I didn’t want to think that but it was the only thing I kept coming back to. It was the only thing that seemed to add up in my mind. I had wanted to text Danger right when I had heard and gone off on him but I figured the element of surprise would be better so I waited patiently for him to come home.
Finally around 3 a.m. I heard the door to our apartment open up and a pack of heavy footsteps drifted inside. I could smell weed drift into my open bedroom door right away and I snapped my mouth shut, not wanting any of the smoke to get into my lungs. I had tried smoking once a few years ago but never really got into it; it had never appealed to me.
“Bro,
I’m telling you she was a little freak. Did you see that ass? She bad,” a male voice said, howling into the empty room. I froze when I realized who it belonged to. Jay lived in the apartment below us with his girlfriend, and him and Danger had been hanging together ever since we moved into this building a few years ago.
Out of all of the friends Danger had, Jay was the one who rubbed me the wrong way the most. He was loud and rude. Always talking about the newest girl he had cheated on his girlfriend with. I had never heard him refer to a girl as anything other than a bitch or a hoe in his life. He was always high, and I suspected on something more than weed even though I had no proof. The thing that made me the most uncomfortable was the way he looked at me when Danger wasn’t looking. Like he was undressing me with his eyes.
I really didn’t want to confront Danger with Jay there but I was so mad that I felt like I didn’t have much of a choice. Plus, if I didn’t go out now then Jay would stay here all night being drunk, loud, and obnoxious just like he had so many other nights.
I jumped out of bed with a newfound confidence and marched into the living room just as Danger was sitting down on the couch. He was laughing at something Jay said but stopped when he saw me. There was blunt on the table in front of them and Danger picked it up quickly, shoving it toward Jay. I rolled my eyes. He was so ridiculous, always trying to shield me from things that I had already seen before.
“Why are you still up?” he demanded, looking me up and down.
“Why am I still up?” I laughed. “I’ll be the one asking the questions here!”
He raised his eyebrows at me.
“What the hell happened tonight?” I demanded.
“Whoa, talk like a lady,” Jay said, turning his attention to me.
“Shut up,” Danger told him and Jay snapped his mouth shut. “Kat, go back into your room and go to sleep. I’m not discussing this with you tonight.” He turned his attention back to Jay like he’d already ridden me off.
I stomped my foot hard, causing the few pictures we had on the shelf in our hallway to rattle back and forth. “No! I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck happened tonight! What did you do, Danger? Did you shoot someone?”
