Fate's Falling (Satan's Sinners MC Book 8)

by Colbie Kay

  "I'm serious." He takes the hand he's holding of mine and presses it against the zipper of his jeans, using me to rub himself. I feel his erection bulging.

  He scoots closer to me, and I lower myself onto the mattress. His lips crash into mine as he leans over me, and my body immediately ignites with hunger. In a frenzy, we rush to remove our clothes. His mouth latches onto one of my nipples, and he sucks the tight bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. My hands fly into his hair, grabbing handfuls to hold him in place while my breathing becomes labored.

  After showing my other peak the same attention, he descends my body, his tongue tracing my flesh until he reaches the top of my mound. I spread my thighs wider for him, and the first lap of his tongue causes my hips to buck and a loud cry to escape. His tongue is magical as he continues his assault.

  I see stars as the most intense sensation takes over, starting at my toes and working its way up, engulfing my body until my orgasm detonates and explodes.

  He climbs up my body and quickly slides inside me in one swift strike. "So fuckin' sweet!" He praises as his movements pick up speed. "I love you, Rowan, so fuckin' much!"

  "Oh God, I love you too!" I call out. My hips moving to match every thrust he makes.

  A second orgasm begins to build the faster he drives into me, the harder his strokes become.

  "Oh, fuck!" He groans into the crook of my neck. "Come with me."

  His words push me over the edge as we climax together.

  After, he peppers kisses along my neck before pulling back and staring into my eyes. "Don't ever doubt my feelings for you." His lips gently touch my forehead. I love when he gives me forehead kisses.

  My voice is soft as I ask, "Why won't you make me your Ol' Lady?"

  "Is that what you want? You honestly and truly want to be a part of this world?" He stares down at me with something in his gaze I can’t make out. Doubt maybe?

  Lifting my hand, I lay my palm against his cheek. "I don't care what kind of world it is as long as it's yours."

  His lips press against mine, and he gently thrusts in and out of me.

  Hanger’s eyes travel around the room as we all get settled for church. "We have news from Hunter and Chayser. They've found out where the girls are being kept. It’s an old farmhouse about thirty minutes outside of Denver, and the girls are being held in the basement. Most of the cells don’t have windows. Luckily, Rowan’s did. Chayser said that them and Snake’s guys have learned that there’ll be an auction Saturday. Guess what. They’re invited."

  Hacker grits his teeth while asking, "They're auctioning off these girls to the highest bidder like they're fuckin' cattle?"

  My trigger finger is itching as I question, "When do we leave?"

  Hanger sighs. "When need a little more information from our brothers before we go in blindly."

  I nod in understanding, but inside, I’m ready to go in guns blazing and take out every single one of these sick cunts. "I'll have Rowan stay with Haven and Chapel while we're gone."

  Bear jumps in, "What do we do with the other girls? We can't just leave ‘em there."

  Hanger’s brows dip down as he contemplates Bear’s question. "I guess we pile as many as we can into the van and bring them back with us. We can try and figure out where they're from and get ‘em home.” His eyes wander over each of us. “Anyone got anything else?”

  I speak up, “Harold Dinch was found by his wife. He hanged himself in their bedroom.”

  Hanger sits up in his chair. “When?”

  “After our visit with him. I found out when I went to talk with Rowan’s brother. And speaking of, he’s not backing down. He’s going to continue on with her case, but Harold’s wife gave the police a description of us.”

  Hanger runs his hand over his face. “Well, we didn’t kill him so it shouldn’t affect us, but I’ll talk to Sheriff Jenkins to be on the safe side. If that’s everything, church dismissed.”

  I shuffle into my room and sit down on the bed next to Rowan, my back against the headboard. Pulling her closer, I wrap my arm around her chest, and she rests her back against my front. “We got news of where you were being held. I’m going to be going to Colorado soon, and while I’m gone, I’m gonna have you stay with Haven and Chapel unless you wanna stay at your parents’ house.”

  She quickly sits up and spins to face me. "I wanna go."

  My eyes bore into hers, silently telling her that’s absolutely not an option. "No, babe, don’t even fuckin’ suggest it. You’re not going back there."

  Her gaze drops. "But if Belle is there, she’s going to be scared...they will all be terrified."

  Placing my finger under her chin, I lift her gaze back to mine. "I know, but trust me. They’ll be fine, especially Belle. I can't have you there and in the middle of this shit. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I do know it’s going to be ugly, and you don’t need to witness it. I should only be gone a few days, but I’m not coming back until I have Belle with me.”

  "I hope so."

  "I fuckin' promise I will." I lean in and press my lips against hers.

  Before I deepen the kiss any further, she murmurs, "Thank you."

  Suddenly, there’s a loud commotion coming from the bar. "On the ground!" Someone shouts.

  Rowan and I jump from the bed and race toward the noise.

  My eyes widen. "The fuck?" The swat team stands there with their guns pointed at my brothers’ heads.

  "On. The. Ground!" The man in charge demands again. Just as I'm about to drop down, the door opens and Tyler swaggers in.

  “You have got to be fuckin' kidding me. You son of a bitch!” I roar and lace my fingers behind my head before dropping to my knees.

  Rowan screeches. "Tyler?"

  One of the cops draws his gun, aiming it at her. “Leave her alone!” I yell, glaring at Tyler. “Rowan, get on the ground,” I instruct, hoping she’ll fuckin’ listen. Tyler puts his hand on the cop’s shoulder to hold him back.

  Tyler smirks. "Sorry it had to come to this, but you need to see what your lover boy is really into with this club."

  She storms over to him. "Ro!" I shout to stop her, but she puts her hand out preventing me from doing anything.

  Her hand lifts, and she slaps her brother across the face. His head jerks back from the force. "I can't believe you! How can you come in here and do this just because I'm here."

  He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek and sneers at her in disgust. "This isn't about you, Rowan. We have been trying to bring this club down for years."

  I scoff and shake my head. "You're the reason we've had the cops bust in here before?"

  Tyler ignores me. "Start searching. Tear this place apart if need be."

  "Tyler stop this!" Rowan begs, her voice trembling.

  My eyes narrow. They may have been trying to bring the club down for years, but this time it’s not about that at all. It’s about Rowan’s case, and he thinks by finding something here, he can stop us. We’re too fuckin’ smart for that. The club has already been cleaned out so they won’t find shit.

  "No can do, sister. Every one of these men deserves to be locked away for good." He doesn’t look at anyone except me.

  Rowan continues to try and plead with him, "Can you not see the good they do? I don't care what you say about them."

  "You're blinded by that fascination you've had with him for years."

  He tries to glide past her, but she prevents him from going anywhere. Every time he takes a step, she moves the same direction. "If you continue this, Tyler, I swear to God any type of relationship I am supposed to be forming with you and our parents will be done. I’ll disappear out of your lives..." She crosses her arms over her chest. “For good this time.”

  He gawks at her in disbelief. "You don't mean that. He'll get bored and send you home heartbroken, and your family will be there to pick up the pieces. Wait and see. I've kept tabs on him all these years."

  I jump in not allowing her to s
tand up for my club by herself any longer. I’m done watching him belittle her. "It's not like that with your sister, and you fuckin’ know it! You knew it then, and you know it now. I've loved her most of my life, and that’s why you sent Patty St. Clair my way that night. Let me ask you a question, Tyler, did you ever feel guilty? Did you ever once stop and think about what you did?”

  Tyler’s eyes grow and his face turns bright red. “Don’t try and blame me for what happened to her that night.”

  I stand there, not caring about the cops who have their guns trained on me. “Don’t blame you?” I scoff. “I’ll take that as a no. Why do you think we stopped being friends? Because I fuckin’ blamed you as much as I blamed my damn self. Why do you think I did everything I could to make myself forget the expression on her face when I walked away with Patty?” I step closer and hiss, “If you don’t have any guilt or regret, then you’re more of a fuckin’ cunt than I thought, and you don’t fuckin’ deserve to have her in your life. You think I’m gonna get tired of Rowan? It’s the opposite actually because I’m gonna spend the rest of my fuckin’ life with her.” I stop from saying anything else and try to wrap my mind around what I blurted. Do I really want to spend my life with her? Yeah, I do.

  A loud gasp falls from Rowan

  "Aren't you a pretty one?" I stand frozen held prisoner by two men, each holding one of my arms. The man in charge stands before me. He has dark hair with streaks of gray, and lines in the corners of his eyes which are more prevalent with the sickening smirk displayed on his rich mocha-colored face. A trail of hair outlines his mouth and jawline.

  He inches closer, his finger reaching up to touch my cheek, but I try to turn my head so he can't get to me. My actions bring his laughter to the forefront. "She's feisty too. I'm gonna have fun breaking her." His hand grips my cheeks, and he twists my face, forcing me to look into his black eyes. "Are you a virgin?" I don't answer, and he searches my features. "Hmm, even better." I squeeze my eyes shut. His hand grazes down from my face to the valley between my breasts, and further down until he roughly grips me between my thighs. "Your innocence will be mine."

  "Rowan?" I hear someone in the distance yelling my name. "Rowan, wake up!" My body shakes. "Rowan!"

  My eyes pop open, and I quickly scramble to sit up in the bed. I blink several times, trying to focus until I'm pulled into Bam Bam's lap.

  He holds me tightly as if he’s trying to protect me from my demons. "You were having a nightmare."

  "I'm sorry for waking you." I wrap my arms around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder.

  Reaching over, he pulls the comforter and covers me with it before he stands with me in his arms. "They've gotten worse, Ro. It’s been every night this week."

  "I know,” I whisper.

  He begins walking us out of the bedroom.

  "Where are we going?" I ask.

  "To shower."

  Bam Bam locks the bathroom door and throws the comforter on the tiled floor. He turns the water on and waits for the steam to rise. When it does, he sits down in the shower, holding me on his lap. The hot water rains over us as he lathers my body with soap, allowing the water to pour over me and wash away the suds. Reaching for a bottle of shampoo, he pours some in his hand and massages it into my scalp.

  Once all the soap is rinsed out of my hair, I shift in his lap to straddle his waist, lowering myself to take him in as far as I can. A long, quiet moan escapes my lips. He sits deep inside of me, making me feel full. Carefully, I move up and down.

  His arms wrap around me even tighter. Flesh to flesh, our bodies pressing against each other. His hands run down my back, and he roughly grabs onto my hips as he takes control, setting my pace. Tipping my head back, his tongue glides along my neck. This isn’t the type of sex where he is showing me his love, this is a momentary distraction. It’s hard, rough, and quick, and I love it just as much as I do when he’s slow and tender. He knows exactly what I need when I need it.

  As our orgasms begin to consume us, our movements become impossibly faster. I cling to him as that wave of bliss roars through my body. We call out to each other over and over until the earth stops shaking. Our bodies still tremble, our breathing is more like quick little pants, and the water has become cold, but I can’t seem to find the strength to move.

  We enter Denver City Limits and meet Hunter, Chayser, Spike, and Dodger at a truck stop just inside the city.

  Hanger stands at the front like the president he is. "Give us the details."

  Hunter steps forward and explains, "They're holding the girls about thirty minutes outside the city. You can tell the runners exactly what you're looking for: age, race, hair color, eye color. They bring the girls to a deserted location, and the transaction is made. The auction is happening tomorrow night at—"

  I interrupt him, "How do we get in on the auction?"

  He continues, "I've already told the guy we've been dealing with that we have some interested buyers coming in from out of state. All you need is a location."

  "We go in undercover, and once the auction starts, we wait until the timing is right and then slit throats,” Hanger gives the order and adds, “We want to get as many girls out as we can. Is Belle going to be there for sure?"

  Spike pipes up, "Yes. I told them I was looking for a girl between seven and ten, blonde hair, blue eyes. Hanger, I wanted to kill that son of a bitch when he smiled and said they have the perfect one. We better kill all of these sick fucking pedos."

  "We will. If Belle is for sure going to be there, Spike you bid on her until you win. I don’t give a fuck how much it is. Understood?”

  “Got it.”

  Hanger nods. “Once you have her in your arms, tell her she’s safe and to close her eyes. After she does, I’ll give the signal, and it begins." He slaps Hunter on his shoulder. "We're going to head to the motel. I don't wanna hang out too long while having our cuts on in case someone suspects anything."

  Hunter responds, "We'll be in touch and give you time and location of where the auction will be."

  We climb into the vans and head toward the motel.

  Thank fuck I got a room to myself. I take my cut off and lay it over the chair. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dial Rowan's number.

  "Hey," Her sweet as fuck voice comes through the receiver, and I can practically see her beautiful smile.

  "Hey, Babe. We just got in. You doing okay with Haven and Chapel?"

  "Yes." She giggles. I fuckin' love hearing the sound of her laughter. "We're painting our nails, talking about boys, eating junk food, and we're going to watch some cheesy romantic movies with the TV and DVD player Storm set up for us."

  "Okay." I chuckle. “I better be the only man you’re talking about.” I smirk even though she can’t see me. Her telling me what they’re doing brings back a lot of good memories. I would always be sure to stay the night with Tyler on the weekends she’d have her friends stay the night because I caught tiny glimpses of her. Plus, there was always the chance I might bump into her. Based on the ages Haven and Chapel were when they were taken, they missed out on all the teenage shit. It makes me glad Rowan is there. “I miss you.”

  “I miss you too. I love you, Bam.” I close my eyes at the words and the way my chest tightens from hearing them come from her.

  “I love you too. Have fun with the girls, and I’ll see you when we get back.”

  “Be safe,” She says, her voice softer and filled with concern.

  “I will.” I hang up and stare up at the ceiling, thinking about the words I basically vomited about my intent to spend the rest of my life with her. Being separated now, only justifies how much I really do wish for that. Maybe I’ll do something to make it happen when we get back.

  I hang up my phone and set it on the bed beside me. I still can't believe Bam Bam bought me my own phone, and it's this high tech gadget that I'm still learning how to use. I love him, but I don’t want him to feel like he has to support me. I’m adjusting well, so maybe I should thi
nk about getting a job. Would anyone hire me without any experience or my high school diploma?

  "You're lucky, Rowan," Chapel’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

  I absently grin. "I am," I agree. "You'll find someone one day, Chapel, whether it's Ace or not, the man you choose will love you the way you deserve."

  Haven nods. "She's right."

  Suddenly, the door flies open, and four women stroll into the room wearing vests like Bam Bam’s and the other guys at the clubhouses. With all of us packed into the room, it’s making it overly crowded. The three of us stare at them not sure what to do.

  "Hey, ladies!" The blonde with pink stripes in her hair greets us with a beaming smile. "Which one of you is Rowan?"

  I stay quiet but tentatively raise my hand.

  "Chapel? Haven?"

  The sisters raise their hands also when she calls their names.

  "Great, I'm Zoey, Hanger's Ol' Lady. The guys like to call me Crazy Girl. This is, Jacey, Bear's Ol' Lady aka Lil Mama. My twin sister, Ever, Writer's Ol' Lady aka City Girl. And the woman who came before us all, Chatty, Gunner's Ol' Lady." She points to each of the women.

  "Hi," We nervously whisper in sync. I'm confused as to what's going on and why they’re here.

  Chatty grins and rubs her hands together. "The men are away, which means it's time for us to play! We're breaking y’all outta here."

  "Oh, I don't—" I’m cut off by the gorgeous brunette, Jacey.

  "Don't even think about saying it's not a good idea. Quite frankly, I'm pissed that Bam's kept you hidden from us."

  "There's a whole group of us, the rest couldn't be here, but we're a sisterhood, and we're inviting you three to join," Ever announces with a sweet smile and soft voice, but her speech is a little muffled.

  "I'm not sure—" Haven tries, but she’s interrupted by Zoey.

  "I can guarantee you the prospects watching over us have already called our men and told them we're here. Haven, Chapel, are y'all tied to any men here?"

  They shake their heads.

  Chatty responds, “Perfect lets go.”