CAIN (Hell's Lovers MC, #4)

by Crimson Syn

  “What do you want, Cain?” I whispered.

  He growled against my ear and gripped my throat. “To be honest, I thought several times on how I could strangle you,” he tightened his fingers along the sides of my neck and I swallowed in nervousness.

  His hand travelled down along my hip, sliding under the hem of my black silk nightie and kneading the soft flesh of the side of my thigh. He buried his head into my neck and I heard as he deeply inhaled me. A moan escaped my lips as I let him touch me.

  “I want to hurt you, Sophia. I want to hurt you so bad, but I can’t. I can’t because the only thing I keep thinking about is having my cock buried deep inside of you as you watch me take you over. I can’t sleep at night from wanting you in my arms again. I fucking want you down on all fours before me, worshipping my fucking cock.

  “Cain,” I moaned as he traced the edge of my panties causing me to shiver against him.

  “I want you trembling in my arms, Sophia. I want you begging me for forgiveness.”

  “Yes, Cain. Please, forgive me Cain. Forgive me.”

  He turned me around and slammed me back against the wall. His eyes were dark and his breath was coming out in ragged pants.

  “I came to fuck you, Sophia. Do you understand that? I came to punish you because I can’t stand being away from you anymore and I fucking hate myself for it.”

  He pressed his forehead to mine. “Do you understand what I’m fucking saying? I should hate you,” he gritted out. Pain resounded heavily in his voice.

  I reached up and stroked his cheek, my pain evident in each touch. “I love you, Cain.”

  “Stop saying that!” He yelled.

  “I can’t. It’s what I feel,” I whispered.

  He swung me back around and pressed my face against the wall. “You want to give me what I want?”

  “Yes,” I breathed desperately.

  “You’re a fucking slut,” he seethed.

  I knew he wanted to hurt me, but his insults only urged me on. “I’m your slut, Cain. Only yours.”

  He lifted my arms up high above my head and slid his hands down my sides. Flipping up my nightgown, he swore. I felt him kneel down behind me, his hands caressing my flesh. He gently tugged on the seam of my panties, bringing them down below the curves of my cheeks. Keeping them there, he bit the flesh.

  “Cain!” I cried out as his tongue followed the path of the bite. His hand molded and opened me up for him. Slowly he glided his tongue down the crack of my ass, making sure to place pressure in my puckered entrance before making me scream as he penetrated it with his tongue. Over and over again he went in and out until I suddenly found myself clawing at the wall and pushing back at his face.

  His hands tightened their hold on my hips and the next thing I knew he had a finger gliding into that forbidden part of me. No one had ever done that, no one had ever touched me there. The pressure was intense, but as his mouth found my clit, I screamed and shook from the waves of pleasure that crashed over me, over and over again.

  Before my orgasm had died down I felt him stand up and heard the zipper of his jeans before he glided himself inside of me. He fucked me deep and rough, wanting me to feel his pain. But I wanted him to feel mine too. To feel how much I wanted him, to feel how badly I needed to give myself to him.

  I leaned back against him as he forced himself into me, my juices running down my thighs, lubing his cock up in seconds.

  “Cain, please,” I whispered and pushed back against him, sliding him in further until his cock was buried to the hilt.

  He flung us around, without slipping out of me, and slammed me face down on the mattress. As he entered me his hand came down on me, spanking me hard as I screamed in pleasure. “That’s what I want to here!” He grunted behind me.

  His hand came down on me again as he slammed into me, giving me that intense pain he knew how to give so well. “Is this what you want? You want to be a whore? Is this what you do, Sophia? Give yourself to men in exchange for information?”

  His words were full of anger as he used my body, but his hands caressed my cheeks in soothing motions. He twisted my hair in his fist and yanked my head back. “You’re so damn beautiful!” His eyes met mine as his pace slowed down. He grabbed me by the waist and propped me back onto his thighs as he glided himself into me.

  I bounced up and down on him, crying out as he took me to another level of ecstasy. This was pain mixed with love and anger. It was total abandonment and it was raw.

  “I should hate you, Sophia! I should hate you!” He cried out as I rode him.

  “Cain! Cain, I beg you. Forgive me! Please, Cain! Forgive me,” I sobbed and cried out as his fingers flicked my clit and I came once again, collapsing back onto the mattress.

  Grabbing my hips, he fucked me hard, showing me how much he truly wanted to hate me. I never thought I could feel something like that. Nothing else mattered, just him, just us. My cries of pain and screams of pleasure only pushed him on.

  Suddenly, as I was coming for the third time that night, he slid out of me and shoved me to the floor in front of him before I could fully enjoy the sensations. His cock swayed in front of my eyes, glistening with our fluids. His eyes met mine, but only silence encompassed the room. I didn’t say a word as I crawled towards him, and even though I should have walked away I let him glide himself into my mouth.

  I ran my hands across his thighs, squeezing his ass and pulling him in deeper. I watched him tentatively at first, as he looked down at me, his breath coming in short bursts. I gripped him tightly by the base of his silky steel rod and then I sucked him in, enjoying his moan of pleasure. He leaned forward, steadying himself against the bedpost as he allowed me to take what I wanted from him. I moaned around him, feeling him twitch in my mouth as thrills shot through him and he grunted.

  He grabbed me by the hair and kept me still as he took my mouth with his cock. In and out, gagging me with each thrust. Tears escaped my eyes as I helped him find his release. His cock throbbed and I knew he was close. I finally gripped onto the base of his dick and sucked him in deep.

  The orgasm shook him from head to toe and he stared down at me, grunting while I swallowed every single drop of him.

  When I was done, he pushed me away from him. He leaned against the bedpost, trying to steady his heart rate. After a few minutes, he bent down and lifted his jeans. “I’m not coming back, Sophia. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

  I grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”

  He ripped his arm from my reach. “I’ll let you know when it’s safe. After that, you’re on your own.”

  “I’m as good as dead if you leave me,” I whispered.

  He turned to me and smirked. What he said next, I knew he said out of hurt. He wanted to hurt me as much as I’d hurt him. “It is what it is. You should’ve thought of that before you did what you did.”

  He turned his back to me and walked out. I knew I wasn’t safe, and Ramon would move earth and sky to get his vengeance. I knew it in my bones.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wanted to run back to her, I was desperate to have her back. I loved her, but I couldn’t trust her and I didn’t know how to forgive her. Feeling her again, having her shaking in my arms was a feeling I knew I would never have again, with anyone. The last words I said to her haunted me every night since I left her. And a few weeks later those same words came rushing back, hitting me hard, right where it hurts.

  “Cain!” Seth’s voice rang out across the club. “Cain!”

  As I ran out of the back office I spotted Riggs and Diesel hovering over something.

  “What the hell’s going on in here? What is that?”

  Seth came up to me and put his hands on my chest, holding me back. “Don’t do anything rash, bro.”

  “What is it? Who is that?” I tried looking over his shoulder, but he kept holding me back.

  “This is not going to be good!” He yelled out to Diesel.
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  “Let him go, man. He needs to know.”

  Seth released me and I quickly made my way to the center of the room. Lying on the floor was Sophia, or at least what looked like my Sophia. Her shirt was torn half off her chest, her skirt was filled with dirt. But it was her face that put me in shock. She had blood running down the side of her temple, bruises were starting to darken her cheeks, and her rosy lips were split in half.

  She groaned and I dropped to my knees beside her. “Help me,” she whispered.

  “What the fuck? What the fuck?” I crawled over to her and tried cradling her, but she only cried out in pain.

  “Call an ambulance!” I screamed and grabbed her by the hand. “It’s okay, baby. You’re gonna’ be okay.” I kept whispering to her and stroking the hair from her face.

  “I’m sorry,” I said to her as her eyes fluttered shut. “I should have protected you. I’m so sorry.”

  “They’re on their way!” Seth shouted.

  “It was Ramon. I shouldn’t have left. I wanted to see you,” she whispered, groaning in pain.

  I thought she was safe with the Death Row Shooters, they fucking guaranteed me she would be protected at all times. I had spoken to Ryan nearly an hour ago, checking in on her. She had been fine a fucking hour ago!

  “Where was she?”

  Seth leaned in. “I found her outside leaning against the door.”

  Diesel’s voice rang out. “I just checked the cameras,” he paused.

  “And? Goddammit!”

  “And it was Tuco and his men. I think they purposely left her here to die so you’d find her.”

  Anger boiled inside me and all that came to my mind was murder. Cold, calculated, murder. I looked up at Riggs who was kneeling on the other side of her.

  “Take care of her. Make sure she makes it to the hospital.”

  “What are you going to do, Cain?”

  “What we should have done a long time ago. I’m going to fucking kill that motherfucker.”

  As I stood up, Diesel stepped in my way. “I feel like you’re going to do something stupid, brother.”

  “Get out of my way, D.” I clenched my fists as I prepared to take him down if I had to.

  He raised his hands up in surrender. “I’m just sayin’. Wouldn’t want you to go alone, is all.”

  Seth came up and nodded. “I’m coming too.”

  I headed out the door with both of them close on my heels. Getting on our bikes we looked at each other knowing that maybe this time, one of us may not come back.

  “You don’t have to do this,” I told them.

  Diesel shook his head. “Can’t let you go in alone, brother. This is enemy turf we’re talkin’ about.”

  Seth just shrugged. “Hey, I’m with D. Besides, Hell’s Lovers don’t ride alone. That’s your rule, big brother.”

  I sighed and put on my helmet. We revved our engines as we flew down the few blocks that lead to Tuco’s Mexican restaurant. As we dismounted I pulled out my gun, making sure it was loaded. Diesel and Seth did the same. Seth threw me an extra loaded magazine.

  “What about you?”

  “I’ve got an extra one.”

  We made our way into the restaurant finding it empty. I looked around and a girl stared back at us from the counter. I pressed a finger to my lips and she raised her hands up, moving towards the front entrance.

  Raising our guns, we made our way through the empty building and headed towards the back where the offices were. We heard Tuco’s voice, pleading, and then he was screaming in pain. We spread along the hallway, crouching low so we wouldn’t be seen. As I leaned against the doorframe, I heard a man’s voice, holding a deep Hispanic accent.

  “I told you, to get me my money, Tuco!”

  “I swear that’s what we were doing!” Tuco screamed as his arm was yanked back by a big thug wearing a black suit, typical.

  “That is not what my men have told me.”

  “I swear…”

  “Stop fucking lying to me!” The man yelled.

  I looked over at Diesel but all he did was frown at me. Slowly, I turned towards the room and I got a clear view of the man behind the voice. He was tall, slim, looked like he might be in his late forties. A thin, dark beard covered his tanned features. He was wearing a gray suit that looked expensive. On his right hand, I could see a gold ring with a green emerald encrusted in the middle, on his left wrist a gold Rolex glimmered. This fucker definitely had money, and a lot of it.

  “I swear Señor Cruz, I was trying to get your money back.”

  The man crouched down beside Tuco and smirked. “By fucking with the wrong people? I’ve got the cops on my back now because of your indiscretions.”

  “They killed my brother!” He cried out.

  The man grimaced and gritted his teeth. “I don’t give a shit about that piece of mierda! What I care about is my money, Tuco!”

  Tuco nodded. “I know, Senor. I promise I’ll get it for you.”

  The man stood up and nodded at his goon who stood at Tuco’s back.

  “You know what, Tuco? I don’t think I’m going to need your services anymore.”

  “Please!” Tuco stared back at the man behind him. “Please!”

  “I’ll take over from here,” he turned and walked out.

  The goon took out his gun and before any of us could react, the sound of the trigger blasted through the empty building and Ramon Tuco Moreno’s body lay limp on the ground. Blood seeped across the cement floor and towards the door where we lay hidden.

  The goon reholstered his gun and started moving towards us. I signaled for the boys to back off. Quickly, we made our way back to the front of the restaurant. I stared through the glass window, glad that we’d parked our bikes across the street and out of sight.

  Crouching down behind the bar I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling silence. We waited until the goon walked out. Seth was the first of us to speak.

  “Who the fuck was that?”

  Diesel responded fairly quickly, making me once again wonder who his connections were. “Juan de La Cruz. He’s the leader of one of the largest Cartels in Colombia.”

  “What the fuck is he doing here?” I asked.

  “He owns half the port. It’s how he smuggles in the pallets. He’s bought nearly everyone down there, money always talks.”

  I shook my head. “Simon came in a few weeks ago declaring the same bullshit. Let’s get back. We need to inform Wolf and I need to make sure Sophia’s okay.”

  “What about Tuco?” Seth asked, looking back.

  “Fuck, Tuco! Motherfucker got what he deserved. I’m actually fucking pissed I didn’t get to him before they did!”

  “Better him than us,” Seth stated as we walked out.

  No words could be truer than those.

  AN HOUR LATER, we were back at Ravenous. An emergency meeting had been called and even Grayson was on speakerphone as we discussed what we had witnessed.

  “You mean to tell me you went over to Los Perdidos territory without informing me!” Wolf was seething in anger.

  “I took Diesel and Seth with me,” I stated matter-of-factly.

  Diesel grunted. “More like we followed him.”

  I glared over at him and then looked back at the Prez. “Look, I know what we did was wrong, but shit, it was worth it! We have input on who’s behind this now. We’ve got Ryan Simon backing us up. I think we should get the cops involved.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you not remember what happened last time? Grayson nearly got put in jail and Tuco’s gang was still wandering the streets!” Wolf leered at me. “I only trust one cop on this, and he has nothing to do with the Miami PD.”

  “We’ve got a fucking Colombian Cartel on our ass!”

  Wolf raised a hand. “They want to come after us, let them. I’m done fucking around. Tuco and his brother are gone. That means Los Perdidos have lost their leaders and the Colombian Cartel is in charge. Nothing’s going to stop them from comi
ng after us. We just need to be smarter than they are.”

  Wolf scrunched his eyebrow and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “I can’t wrap my head around all this bullshit right now. Scarlett’s in the hospital and I need to get back up to Washington.”

  He stared me down and then looked from me to Diesel. “If I put both of you in charge, I need you to make sure nothing goes down out here. If this Cartel actually shows up, let them know that no decisions are made without me. If they insist, then we’re done being good guys. One wrong move on their part and they get a bullet in the head. We’ll be back as soon as possible. Seth, you’re coming with me!”

  “Prez, are you sure you should be leaving now?”

  He turned and glared back at me. “I’m not fucking sure about anything anymore! So I need you to get your shit together and be here where I need you! Do you understand?”

  I nodded and kept my mouth shut. Wolf was pissed off and I knew better than to push him. I may have been his Sargent at Arms, but he was still my leader and I’d respect that until the day I died. On top of that, Gray and Scarlett weren’t around to calm him, and when he was like this it was best to leave him be.

  “Yes, sir.”

  As soon as Wolf walked out, I turned to Riggs. “Where is she?”

  “She’s being taken care of at the hospital. As soon as they took her away they started asking questions. I told them I just found her, but the cops were called in and I had to keep away.”

  I nodded. “It’s good that the cops showed up. At least they’ll protect her.”

  “Hey,” he patted my back. “She’ll be fine. She’s a strong woman.”

  I nodded. “Yes, she is. She definitely is.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  SOPHIA

  I woke up three days later feeling like death run over. My head was pounding, my bruises were turning a purple, yellowish hue, and I had difficulty breathing. The doctor had told me I had a few cracked ribs, my right arm had been dislocated and I suffered a concussion. I was basically left for dead.

  The police came in a few days later and asked me all sorts of questions. At first I was petrified, afraid Ramon would come by to finish the job, but they quickly let me know I didn’t need to worry anymore, my husband was dead. I had asked who had done it, but all they could tell me was that he was found dead at the restaurant and there were a few leads. They also found half his stash of cocaine and marijuana that he stored in the back. I wondered about the rest of his men, but if the FBI were on their ass they would have bolted as soon as they found Ramon.