Ransom: Dead Ringers MC Book 2

by Deja Voss

  “Trust me, there will be no next time,” I say, cradling my still sore balls. “Unless you got some other sisters out there I don’t know about. I’m not taking any responsibility for anything that happened before I met you, though.”

  “You better run,” Annabella teases. She wraps her arms around Anita who brushes her hair out of her face and stares at her with love in her eyes and a contented smile. “And you know you’re always more than welcome to call me, too. I’m here for you. I might not ever be able to repay for you son for what he did for me, but I know it’ll make him happy if I keep an eye on you.”

  “Get out of here, you goofballs,” she says.

  I run out the front door and Annabella chases after me, jumping on my back, hugging me hard and tight with her arms and legs like a damn spider monkey. “I fucking missed your face,” she says. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you keep reeling me back in.”

  “It’s probably my sexy ass,” I say setting her to the ground. “Or is it maybe my perfect body?” I ask, flexing my arm. She makes a gagging sound like she’s going to throw up before she falls to the grass in a fit of laughter. I stick out my tongue and wave it garishly. “Probably, this, huh?”

  “You’re sick,” she says, grabbing my ankle.

  I pick her up off the ground and swing her in the air before I toss her over my shoulder and carry her to my bike.

  “Let’s go home,” she says.

  “Oh, I don’t think we’re gonna make it all the way home,” I say, flicking my tongue in her ear just the way I know drives her wild. I slap her ass and her eyes light up. “You know what happens to bad girls who run away,” I taunt.

  “I don’t,” she says, running her fingers up my thighs, “but I’m definitely willing to find out.”

  I bite my fist and debate whether or not we can sneak behind the garage and bang out a quickie without catching Anita’s attention. I have a feeling things are gonna get loud and messy in a hurry. Instead I straddle my bike, and she hops on behind me, straddling my body with her curvy legs and wrapping her arms around my waist, fitting herself to me like the perfect puzzle piece.

  The sound of a motorcycle coming down the driveway catches my attention, and I’d know that exhaust anywhere, because I was the one who put it on for him. “What the hell is Romeo doing coming over here?” I mutter out loud.

  “Just get on your bike and let’s get out of here,” she says.

  “Wait, what?” I ask.

  “It’s none of your business,” she says. “You just get to driving, mister.” She reaches her hand under my shirt and tweaks my nipple and I look back over my shoulder at her and take her mouth in mine, biting her lip.

  She kisses me back with a hunger I’ve never felt from her before. All I know is I gotta get somewhere quick because I’m about to blow a hole in my jeans.

  36

  Annabella:

  I feel like a new woman as we ride through the countryside. Even though I slept like crap on Anita’s couch, even though I spent the whole night wanting to just tap out and cave and call Ransom to come get me, holding my ground was totally worth the wait. The way he’s smiling at me in the side mirror makes me a little afraid and a lot excited.

  The morning sun shines directly in my eyes, and the air is so cold, I cling to him, letting his broad back block the wind from beating my face. It doesn’t take long before we get to the lake. He parks his bike and we walk hand in hand to a pavilion near the water. It doesn’t look like there’s anyone around. We’re far enough away that nobody can see us, and high enough up that we can see the beach below and anybody coming up the path, but everything about this feels risky.

  He sits down on a picnic bench and I stand in front of him. He pulls my face into his for a kiss, and it feels so good to have his lips on mine. My thighs are absolutely trembling at this point and it could be from the motorcycle ride or just the anticipation.

  I know he wants to ‘punish’ me for running away, and I am here for it.

  “Take off your clothes,” he says with a devious smirk on his gorgeous face. My heart races and I look over my shoulder, worrying that someone is going to sneak up on us. “Do as I say.”

  I nod as I nervously slide out of my t-shirt. I fold it neatly and set it on the table and he laughs.

  “You know we have a tradition in this club called claiming?” he asks.

  “You know I’m yours, Ransom. You have my heart. You have my body. I’d do anything for you,” I say, the cool air from the lake bringing goosebumps to my skin.

  “Take off your bra,” he commands. “Pants, too.”

  My eyes lock with his as I slowly strip down to nothing but my underwear. It feels so wrong doing this in public, but if that’s what it takes to show him how much I trust him, how far I’d go for him, I will.

  He reaches out his hand and starts stroking my pussy through my underwear as I stand in front of him, my knees buckling. I’m already dripping. I part my lips and moan softly.

  “It usually involves at least one other brother. When somebody’s going to be an official old lady, she needs to know who she belongs to. She needs to know if she breaks her promise to her old man, she breaks her promise to the whole club.” His fingers are circling my clit through the fabric. “Do you understand?”

  I nod.

  “I always thought it was a good idea, but maybe that’s because I never had anything as precious as you, Annabella. All that tradition, all that bullshit, it was just for show.” He pulls my panties aside and dips a finger inside my wetness. I squeeze down around it, desperate for more. I want him inside me in the best possible way. “All my brothers already know you’re mine. I know you’re mine. You know you’re mine. Now I want the world to know.”

  He pulls my panties down to my ankles and I step out of them, completely naked and completely vulnerable.

  “You trust me?” he asks.

  I nod, my eyes wide.

  “Tell me.”

  “I trust you.”

  He guides me to the table, laying me down on my back. He kisses and bites my nipples, and I try to stifle my moans. It’s so quiet out here, I worry my voice will carry.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” he says with a groan as he kisses down my stomach, his hand kneading at my breast. He parts my thighs and teases my clit with his tongue.

  It’s such a strange feeling being completely naked in public while he is fully dressed. Being sprawled out on this table with nothing on my mind but getting fucked by him while he holds the upper hand makes me feel like a dirty slut.

  I know exactly what he’s doing, and for whatever fucked up reason, I love it. Knowing I get to spend the rest of my days with somebody so kinky and dominant feels like hitting a fucking jackpot.

  “You want that dick, baby?” he asks, teasing a finger in and out of my dripping pussy. I buck my hips to meet him. He knows exactly what I want.

  “Please,” I beg.

  He shoves another finger inside me, stretching me, hitting my g-spot until it’s almost uncomfortable, the pressure building inside me. His other hand slaps at my tits, and with every soft strike, I want him more. I am completely lost, and nothing in this world matters at this moment except getting fucked through this table by him. Getting claimed by him. I don’t care who hears. I don’t care who sees.

  I am his.

  “Show me,” he says, taking a step back. “Show me what you want.”

  I can feel his eyes on me. I take two fingers and put them inside my pussy, slowly fucking myself in and out. He licks his lips and I can see his erection growing in his jeans. I want nothing more than to please him. To make him so hard he has to take me.

  I

  “That’s my nasty girl. You want this dick so bad you’re fucking your own ass out here where anybody can see. I fucking love it,” he growls. “You’re so dirty for me.”

  I begin to rub my clit until I’m just on the brink.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I whisper through bated breath.r />
  “Do it,” he urges.

  He frees his cock from his jeans, stroking it, a bead of precum forming at the tip. I keep my eyes on him as I get myself off. Even though he isn’t touching me, I feel closer to him than I ever have before. I lose myself in the sensations, and soon my moans are echoing through the pavilion.

  Before I can come down, he’s inside of me. He pulls me to the edge of the table and I hook my legs around his back as he thrusts in and out. Our lips mash together, his tongue filling my mouth, his hands digging into my back as I feel another ripple of ecstasy flowing through me.

  Nothing in this world matters.

  Nothing else is real.

  I am his.

  He is mine.

  We have claimed each other.

  37

  Annabella:

  one month later

  The wind whips through the air as we get out of the truck and walk hand in hand up to the front steps of the nursing home. I hate that we’re still playing this game, going to see Stoney once a week to ‘pay our respects’ or whatever you want to call it. I know it’s more for Old Nasty than anybody. Driller’s dad, the VP of the Dead Ringers, still isn’t ready to embrace the truth about his brother. Every time anyone brings it up to him, he shuts them down. It’s not only causing a rift between him and the rest of the club, but it’s causing a lot of problems with the structure of the club itself. Every day they are without a functional president is a day where the target on their backs grow. Instead of moving forward and getting back to business, their vice president spends all his time sitting around talking to his comatose brother, pining over the ‘good old days.’

  I know Old Nasty resents me for what I did, but Romeo and Anita have vowed to keep me safe. It’s just incredibly awkward, and Pearl and Driller aren’t helping any, mainly because Old Nasty is Driller’s dad, and that’s where his allegiance lies.

  I get it, but I don’t like it.

  Neither does Ransom.

  He power smokes his cigarette and goes to light another one in the doorway, but I shake my head and roll my eyes at him. “Come on, let’s just get this over with,” I say. “Fifteen minutes max.”

  He clenches his teeth and braces himself in the doorway.

  “I don’t like the way he treats you,” he says. “I’m not gonna stand for it.”

  “He’s not gonna treat me like that for long. I know you don’t like it, but everything is gonna be ok soon.”

  Soon, Stoney will be leaving this planet for good, and we don’t have to sit around and pretend like we give a shit. I’m just waiting on the word from Anita.

  “Much longer, and I’m gonna fucking do it myself,” he grumbles.

  “I know you would take all this away from me in a heartbeat, Ransom, but if you ever want to move up in this club, you’re gonna have to let this play out like it’s supposed to.”

  He shoots me a look like I’ve managed to press all his buttons at once, but I just lean into it with a giant grin on my face.

  “Yeah, I said it out loud. Don’t act like I don’t hear you and Romeo talking. You and Driller are exactly what this club needs to move forward. Now, put a fucking smile on your face and let’s get this shit over with.”

  Up until this point in my life I had never been in a nursing home before, but I definitely hate everything about them down to the smell. I don’t know if it’s just this place in particular or if maybe they all have that one part sterile, one part death looming in the air fragrance. I just feel bad for all the patients in this place who have to share it with Stoney. He doesn’t deserve the attention the nurses give him, even if it is just to wipe his ass and blot him with a sponge every once in awhile.

  When we get to the doorway, I stop in my tracks, this time digging my feet into the floor. I can hear Driller telling Old Nasty that Pearl is pregnant. “Maybe we should come back at another time,” I say.

  I still don’t want to spend any amount of time with her or him. I know I’m being petty, but Driller’s refusal to get a paternity test has really just added fuel to the fire of jealousy in me. I know it’s not my child and not my choice, but the not knowing is an extra level of punishment for me. I really want to get back to building a relationship with my sister, but his stubbornness is really getting in the way. I don’t know why she won’t just stand up to him and make it right. I guess maybe this is my punishment for killing our father.

  “Rip the bandaid off, babe,” he says, kissing me on the back of the neck. “It’s gonna be fine.”

  I feel every eyeball in the room on me as we enter, except Stoney’s who are basically rolled up in the back of his head. Every time I look at this man, I want to spit on him. I look up at the sky and pray to my mother to give me the strength to act like a civilized human being.

  I keep my eyes on the floor as I drag a chair from the nearby desk over to the bed. I bows her head between her hands and begins to pray softly, and Ransom just stands behind me with his hands in his pockets, nodding over at Driller like he’s proud of how far I’ve come since all this happened.

  I don’t even know what I’m praying for at this point. Word from Anita? Acceptance from the club? Maybe that Stoney will just die in his sleep and we can all move on. Maybe it’s not so much praying but indulging in the idea of stabbing this man repeatedly until he can’t hurt anybody anymore.

  “Can I have my backpack?” I ask?

  He laughs at me and shakes his head. “Last time you reached in your backpack you pulled out a shank.”

  “Well, can you at least grab his book out of there?” I know he’s putting on a show for his friends, but I want this show to be over. I’m tired of the fakeness. I am exhausted with playing who knows what.

  He pulls out an old weathered copy of the Monkey Wrench Gang.

  “Aunt Anita told me this was his favorite,” I say. “It’s about a bunch of misfits who sabotage government agencies and blow shit up. I kind of like it, too.”

  “You would, princess,” Ransom says, nodding in approval.

  “Aunt Anita?” Driller asks, raising his eyebrow. If only he knew. Anita and I have become extremely close in the last few weeks. She honestly feels more like a mother to me than anything. I delight in his discomfort a little bit. I know I’m going to have to learn to get along with him eventually, but in this very moment, being in this room with him is almost as bad as being in this room with Stoney.

  I start reading softly from the book and Old Nasty sinks back in his chair with satisfaction, watching me as I flip through the pages, as if the words are some sort of soothing incantation to him, connecting him to his vegetable of a brother.

  The smell of Pearl’s perfume fills the air.

  Everyone stops and stares over at her. I go silent, and slam the book shut.

  “We can go,” Driller says to Pearl.

  “No,” she says, taking him by the hand. “Go on, Annabella. Doctor says it’s good for us to read out loud to baby.”

  I try not to gag in my mouth. Just the way she says “baby” sounds like she’s taunting me. I kick my heel into Ransom’s shin until he yelps as I begin reading where I left off. The room feels a lot more crowded with her in here. The air feels like it’s being sucked out of my lungs. My hands start sweating, and I feel like I’m about to pass out.

  The sound of boots pounding down the hallway outside make us all turn our attention to the door. Romeo is panting and sweating. “Come on boys, we gotta go,” he says.

  I look up at Ransom, and I swear he winks at me. “You stay put.We’ll be back to get you.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I blurt out. The look on Romeo’s face is serious, like some major shit is going down. I have no idea what they’re doing or where they have to go, but leaving me here in this smelly sad place is straight up rude.

  “Leave me here,” Pearl says to Driller, sliding off his lap and planting a kiss on his lips. He shrugs, and Romeo grabs him by the shoulder, ushering him out of the room. Old Nasty lingers by St
oney’s bedside for a minute, like he’s waiting for him to say something. He hangs his head as he shuffles out the door.

  It’s just Pearl and I, and by the smile on her face, I can tell this was exactly what she had planned.

  She looks over her shoulder and quietly shuts the door.

  “What do you want, Pearl?” I ask.

  “I want you in my life. You’re my sister, and knowing that you’re living in the same town as me, dating my fiancé’s best friend, and I never get to see you fucking kills me.”

  “You know why I’m upset,” I say.

  “I do. And I also know how to make it right.” She pull some papers out of her purse and hands them to me. My eyes grow wide as I take in the information. “That sucker cost me two grand. Worth every penny, though.”

  “Did you tell Driller?” I ask. Surely, he will be thrilled to know he is 100% the father of Pearl’s child. I know I’m ecstatic.

  “Not yet. He’d never admit it, but I think he was worried, too. It was just easier for him to live in denial than to make it right.”

  I grab her and hug her, tears of joy streaming down my face. “I’m sorry I froze you out, Pearl. I just didn’t know how to be a big enough person to handle the news. I want to think I’d do the right thing and love that baby like it was my own… but…”

  “Now you don’t have to.”

  “Now I can love that baby with my whole heart,” I say, hugging her tighter. “My little niece or nephew.”

  “I have one more gift for you,” she says. “One more thing we need to take care of so we can go back to living our lives.”

  “Is it the pictures of mom? From Anita?” I ask. I have been dying to get my hands on that scrapbook ever since I learned about it. My mom never let anyone take her picture, and even though I’ll never forget her, I wish I had something to physical to remind me of her.