Twisted Up In Us (The Treyton Sisters Duet Book 2)

by Dawn Martens

  “Can I help you?” I yell over the music.

  “Yeah, you can get the fuck out.”

  Narrowing my eyes, I return his daggered glare. “And why would I do that?”

  “Because you’re under age. Fuckin’ Jailbait. We don’t need this place shut down.”

  Damn, I knew I would probably get caught for this at some point. Randy, the owner of this bar, most likely figured it out, since he’s been screwing my sister on and off for a while.

  “Legal age next week, dick head. What’s the big deal?” I argue, trying to throw his arm off me, but he’s not budging. I try to make him leave me alone, but he’s not having it, and he’s obviously too strong for me to fight off, so I give in, letting him drag me through the club and out the back door.

  I look behind me before the door shuts and don’t see Morgan following, that bitch.

  “Don’t come back until you are actually eighteen,” Monster says, towering over me.

  “Oh, fuck you. Randy doesn’t care. He’s banging my sister.”

  He steps further into my space, and I stand my ground. “He does care, why do you think it’s me dragging you out and not him? He doesn’t wanna piss off your sister.”

  He’s so close, I can practically feel his lips on my face as he talks so near to my mouth. Obviously, I’m not thinking straight, because one minute he’s giving me a long ass lecture, then the next, I’m grabbing him and kissing him with all I have. He’s big, scary, and oh so damn sexy.

  His hands go around me, to my waist, then move to my ass, giving me a squeeze. As his tongue touches mine. I moan, oh god, he’s an amazing kisser. But my moan must have snapped him back into reality, because now I’m being shoved away.

  “Fuck!” he hollers. “That shouldn’t have happened. You’re fucking seventeen, jailbait.”

  He doesn’t bother to look at me as he goes back into the club, leaving me standing outside alone.

  Maybe I’m not the only one with a crush after-all. I rub my lips still feeling his kiss.

  Chapter 9

  Dray

  I pull up to my brother’s offices and notice that almost every officer on the force is here. Everyone is coming out with their arms loaded with boxes, probably all the paperwork that’s in there. As soon as I see Matt being led out in cuffs, I get out of my truck and slam the door shut, leaning against it.

  He sees me and his eyes narrow. I give him a smug grin and open my jacket, so he can see my badge.

  He yells, “You son of a bitch! You did this!”

  “Sure did,” I say with a shrug.

  “You won’t find shit! This is just revenge because I fucked your wife and fathered the kids you thought were yours.” He sneers as the cops holding him bring him closer.

  “Better watch what you say. Monster here is a good buddy of ours and our team leader. We would be more than happy to look the other way if he decided to break your neck right here,” Locke states, using my nickname and giving me a wink.

  They start to put him into their cruiser when I lean down so he can see my face. “Layla knows everything now, just so you know. All the women, the other kids you fathered, all of it. She’ll be ruining you more than I already have,” I pause and grin. “You have a good day now and don’t drop the soap.”

  Locke and Stax chuckle as the door gets shut. Matt looks pissed as he shouts and kicks at the door.

  “Captain says he’s going to be held without any bail possibilities. Also, be on the lookout for an angry black woman because she’ll be filing for divorce first thing in the morning. If you could help her out to speed the process up, that would be the best thing ever,” I tell them and walk away. As I get to my truck, I pause and turn back. “Place an anonymous call into CPS, tell them to head over to Shayla’s.” I was gonna leave the kids with Shayla, leave her out of this, but now I’m handing over everything I have with her name on it, too. “Already talked to Matt's wife, Layla, her cousin. She is more than happy to have custody of those kids.” I hand him the folder I kept out of this investigation, everything they’ll need to lock Shayla up is in it.

  They both nod and Locke looks as if he’s in his glory, he hates Shayla almost more than I ever did.

  “Where you off to now?” Stax asks.

  “I’m going to make sure the divorce goes through then I’m going to get back my woman and kid.” I slam my truck door closed as I hop in and start it up.

  I’m going to get Melissa back, and I don’t care how dirty I must play to win.

  **

  I pull into the Angels Warriors compound and get out. I see the men coming outside instantly, all glaring at me. I have a feeling before I can say what I need to say, they’ll want to get in a few punches, and I don’t blame them.

  “We need to talk.”

  “Fuckin’ right we do, but we also have the right to kick your fuckin’ face in before that!” Reaper shouts at me.

  “Calm down, Reaper, we’ll hear him out, and if we don’t like what he has to say, we’ll let you at him,” Angel says calmly, still glaring at me, being the voice of reason.

  I notice Trevor isn’t with the guys, but I wasn’t expecting him. Since he has Tori back, he’s probably not left her side once. The guy was torn apart for months when Tori left him, just like I’m feeling now.

  I follow them inside and take a seat at the table in the common room, furthest away from them, so I can say everything I need to without a random fist in my face.

  “My name is Drayton Jacob Hante, I’m an undercover police officer for the Red Deer police.” At this announcement all the men look shocked as fuck. Obviously, they already knew my name. “I’ve been undercover for years, never once have been ousted. I worked as a bouncer, as you know, to help take down a drug ring. Not even my ex-wife knew I was a cop. Thought I was a low life who just worked shitty jobs wherever I could.”

  At the mention of Shayla, they all go back to glaring at me.

  “I divorced Shayla years ago, except I found out I was lied to, and a false divorce decree was mailed to me instead of her actually filing the damn papers. I’m not a deadbeat dad. They aren’t my kids. The bitch cheated on me, but I forgave her, until the girl I thought was my daughter almost died. It came out that both my children were fathered by my brother. As soon as I knew that, I left and never went back. Yes, it’s still shitty of me to have left two small kids the way I did. But I couldn’t be around them because it killed me too much. At the time they were too young to understand that I wasn’t their father.”

  I take a breath, as the air in the room settles. “I love Melissa, she’s the love of my life. She thinks all this awful shit about me, and I get it, I could have at least told her about Shayla and the kids, but it was a hurt I didn’t want to dredge up. And until last month, I couldn’t say anything about my real job because I was still undercover at the club. I couldn’t risk my cover being blown. But now I don’t give a shit. I told my boss I was done with undercover, if it means letting Melissa have and know all of me, it’s what I gotta do.”

  “Fuck, man, you could have told us,” Zippo shouts as he bangs his fist on the table.

  “I thought about it, but could any of you have kept it to yourselves and not tell the women? The women who would have told Melissa, and then she would have told Cori, who has a huge mouth.” I give them a smirk.

  Gavin laughs. “He’s got a point. But thing is, if Hangman finds out you’re a cop…....” He trails off, shaking his head.

  “I’ve already told my boss, anything to do with the Untamed MC I can’t have a part of because the pres is my damn father-in-law. So Hangman doesn’t have to worry about me in his club, I just want Melissa.”

  Reaper walks around the table, stopping in front of me, and his fist slams into my face. “Fuck.” I wasn’t expecting that.

  “You deserved that. It was for hurting Melissa. Never should have not told her about the ex-wife shit. She would have understood it. Stop bein’ a damn pussy and get her back, I miss her around h
ere, and now she’s on the other side of the damn country. Fuck that.” He hands me a slip of paper with an address on it and I smile. “You go get our girl back. Make her listen to you. Sure, she’ll be pissed at first, probably won’t hear you out, but you make her.”

  Chapter 10

  Melissa

  I wake up to noise in the kitchen and check the time, ten a.m. Damn it! I slept in. I bolt out of bed and go find Mikayla. She’s not in her room. Running into the kitchen she’s there, playing the drums with my dad and three other men on the floor with pots and pans.

  “Uh, hi,” I say, waving awkwardly.

  “Thought I’d let you sleep in, but once she found these, couldn’t keep the noise down,” Carson tells me with a smile.

  I smile. “Uh, cool. Thank you. I feel great today. I’m just going to go and get some clothes on,” I say, suddenly remembering I’m only in a tee shirt and panties, and there are strange men around.

  “Look at her again, your heads will be hanging on the wall inside the clubhouse, you fucks. Did you not hear what I said last night?”

  “Sorry, brother, but she’s hot.” I hear one man say.

  Then a grunt. “Fuck, man, don’t punch me in the face, I need this to get into Anara’s pants.”

  “She still turning you down?” I hear another man ask.

  “Yeah.” The first man grunts in response. “I should just take her the club way. Bring her in, pin her to the club fuck table, and bang her. Claimed, instantly. Done with this courting bullshit.”

  I freeze when I hear that. They rape women to claim as theirs? That makes me feel sick.

  “Ever think she’s turning you down because maybe you have a small dick?” I hear my dad ask.

  I can’t help the small giggle that escapes me as I head down the hall and into my room.

  I quickly get dressed, just throwing on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top and go back out to the living room, where everyone has moved to.

  “Got a prospect in the kitchen, he’s gonna cook up some breakfast. What d’you want?” Carson asks me.

  “Bacon and eggs? And I want lots of runny yolk.”

  He nods. “Prospect? You hear that?”

  “Yeah, Pres!” gets shouted back.

  “If her eggs aren’t the way she wants them, you’ll never get your patch.”

  “They will be done to her perfection.”

  I raise my brows at my father and shake my head. This club is so different. The Angels don’t have prospects, anyone that wants in, is just in.

  “I’ll be in the next room with Rage, got shit to discuss. You stay here with these brothers and play with your kid.” He pauses before leaving and looks at me. “The Ass on the floor is Slammer, bitch on the couch is Dirty.”

  He walks away, and I sit down on the couch. I turn to the man named Dirty and stare at him. I don’t get it. Why is that his nickname when he’s the cleanest guy I’ve ever met? His hands even look as if he gets manicures. Only thing that makes him look like he belongs in my dad’s club is the fact he’s extremely built and has tattoos all over his neck, hands, and arms.

  “Why you starin’?” he asks.

  “Uh, well, I was wondering. Why the name Dirty?”

  “These fucks thought it would suit me, since I'm OCD about germs. Constantly washing my hands and any area I’m in, manicures all the time, manscaping, shit like that,” he tells me with a shrug, not giving a shit if what he just said takes a hit to his scary vibe.

  “Where do you get your mani’s done? Because you do realize that nail salons are the worst places for someone that has issues about germs?”

  “Yeah, we got girls at the club that can do that shit. I buy all my own stuff I keep in my room,” he replies, as if this really isn’t a big deal. “And my OCD isn’t really that bad. I just know that other people can be nasty, and some don’t wash their hands after using the bathroom. I ain’t touching a fuckin’ surface that could possibly have shit on it.”

  Huh, I can understand that. Now my thoughts are about how many surfaces shit could be on. I shudder. I turn to look at Slammer, who is on the floor getting play tickled by Mikayla. Slammer looks similar to Dirty, but his hair is long, down to his shoulders, and his short beard is all scruffy, making his hotness ten times hotter. He's also bigger than Dirty. Where on earth does my dad find these type of men? “What about you? Oh wait! I know! Slam Her!” I bust out laughing, as does Dirty.

  Slammer shakes his head. “Nah girl, got that name cos I’m in the Slammer often.”

  “Oh, well, my version is better.” I give him a wink, and he smirks at me. Damn, he’s hot. If I wasn’t totally and completely in love with that ass, Dray, I would totally flirt with Slammer. Or hell, even Dirty. Never Rage. He’s one mean looking dude. I always thought Reaper was the scariest man I’ve ever known. My father and Rage have him beat by a mile. That’s not to say Rage isn’t a good-looking guy. To be honest, if I was into the scary look, I’d be all over it. Actually, if I was into guys double my age, I’d be all over it. But Tori told me a lot about Rage. Said if I thought Hangman was a bad man, well, he had nothing on Rage.

  Thinking about Dray now, maybe flirting with other men is just what I need. There is that old saying ‘to get over someone, get under someone new’ and that’s exactly what I’ve always done in the past. Although I never had a kid before, so this will be a little different. As long as it’s string free sex, I don’t see why I can’t indulge.

  “What about me, you wanna know how I got my name?” Rage asks, coming out from the kitchen with Hangman following behind him.

  “Not really. You scare the shit out of me, so I can only imagine how you got it.” I see my dad smirk.

  Rage shrugs and walks off as the prospect who was making breakfast comes in with my food. I look at the plate and smile, and quickly mouth a thank you as I shove the food in my mouth.

  “Guy is full of rage and goes off over the littlest shit, that’s how he got his name,” my dad tells me, looking amused as I finish stuffing all the food on my plate in my mouth.

  “What?” It comes out more like ‘wah’ since my mouth is full.

  The guys all laugh and shake their heads. “I take it the food was good?” The prospect asks.

  “Yeah, it was perfect.”

  “I could tell, you barely chewed.”

  I feel my face heating up, and I shrug, “When you have kids you have to eat as fast as possible, it’s really the only way you’ll get to eat.”

  He takes my plate from me and quickly goes back to the kitchen, I assume to clean up.

  I look to my dad and get back on the topic of the nicknames. “I don’t even want to know how you got yours, because I’m thinking it’s something sexual, like I thought Slammer’s was.” I shudder at the thought. Gross.

  “You’d be wrong then. My favorite way to end someone is to hang them as I watch them bleed to death.”

  He stomps off, and I’m left staring at his retreating back. “Please tell me he didn’t just say that to me. He knows who I’m related to and who my family is, right? I don’t want to know that shit,” I whisper frantically to Dirty.

  “Don’t worry about it, kid, he wouldn’t have said that shit to you if he didn’t think he could trust you. Seems to want you in his life so he won’t hold anything back from ya.”

  That’s kind of what I was afraid of. This whole club is just so different from the club I grew up in, everything said or done here is a shock to me. I'm not sure I’ll ever get used to it.

  “OH!” I stand up and go to find my dad. “Um, forgot to tell you earlier, a woman named April stopped by last night.” I wrinkle my nose.

  His face goes hard. “What the fuck was that bitch here for?”

  “I don’t know. At first she thought I was with you, so she got all pissy about me being in her man’s house, but eww, no. You’re old and my dad.”

  “Watch it kid. I’m not that old, and if you see that bitch again, don’t talk to her. Just shut the door and l
ock it. She’s not supposed to be here. She knows better, now she’s asking for trouble.”

  Uh oh, maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. I take a step back from him and he glares at me.

  “Go back and see to your kid, the guys will stay with you. I have some shit to take care of.” He stomps passed me, and I hear him slam the front door. Whoever that April girl was, she seems to be in some deep shit. Yikes.

  Chapter 11

  Hangman

  Why I ever fucked that bitch, I’ll never know. She was easy pussy, that was that. I make it to April’s house and check the time, just after one, good, Emily is still at school.

  I don’t bother knocking and walk right in. I see her at the sink, washing dishes, so she doesn’t know I’m here yet. Stupid bitch. Ever since I sent Tori back to my brother, divorce finalized, April got it in her head that I would be with her now, thinking I only stayed away from her because of Tori. I never touched April again, not after I fucked her at a club party and got her knocked up. You’d think after not taking her back to my bed after eight years, she’d get a fuckin’ clue.

  I grab her by the back of her neck and squeeze as I turn her around to face me.

  Her hand goes over her heart. “Holy shit, you scared me.” I must have been drunk as fuck when I banged this bitch, she’s not even that hot. Blonde hair to her shoulders, and she’s skinny. I usually stay away from the skinny bitches, bones hurt when tryin’ to fuck.

  “Why were you at my house last night?”

  “I wanted to see you, baby,” she says, trying to sound sexy. Instead she sounds like a whiny two-year-old brat that has a plugged-up nose.

  “We’re not together, we’re never gonna be together, what the fuck is your problem?” I sneer in her face.

  Her eyes narrow on me. “That’s bullshit, Hangman. We have a kid together. We only didn’t get married because you were married to that stupid bitch.” With those words and my hand still on her neck, I slam her face into the countertop. Blood instantly spurts out of her nose.