Chained Hands (Chained Hearts Duet Book 1)

by T. L Smith

  “Do you think he’ll kill her quickly?” That’s Roberto’s voice.

  “Yes, you know he will,” Lucas answers him quickly.

  “I didn’t think he would, to be honest. Figured she might be the one he lets live.” Roberto leans against the wall, his words a slur as he speaks.

  “You should know better than that. They say I’m evil, but none of us are on the same level of evil as he shows.”

  My legs wobble as they take me backward into the bedroom. I shut the door softly, careful not to let it click and alert anyone that I’m awake.

  What the hell am I going to do?

  “You’re awake.” A scream leaves my lips, and my hand flies to my heart. Turning around, Keir is standing at the door to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Sailor?”

  I manage to calm myself down enough to look him in the eyes. “I’m leaving in a few days,” I say, trying to gauge his reaction. The only problem, Keir hasn’t gotten by this long without his innate ability of not giving away secrets with his expressions. Instead, he walks past me to his closet, not answering me.

  “Do you think I’ll see you again?” I ask, pushing him for more.

  Is what they say true?

  Will he kill me?

  Fuck, I’d hope not. But I don’t know him well enough to know for sure.

  “No.” He doesn’t hesitate to answer me.

  “I think I may miss you, especially when you’re this moody.” I try to joke and offer a smile to feel him out, but it’s forced. His eyes are pinned on mine as he drops the towel, slides on a pair of shorts, then walks over to me.

  “What’s wrong, lollipop?”

  His intrinsic ability to read a person defies logic.

  He’s clever, this one.

  “Nothing. Why do you call me that?” Eyes so dark stare back at me. Will he answer my question or avoid it?

  “Because you’re as sweet as one, especially your taste.” He licks his lips and smirks at me. Keir’s words shock me so much that when he walks past me, I do and say nothing. When I manage to gain my head back, I turn and watch him climbing into his bed.

  “This is your room, so why do I sleep in here?”

  “So many fucking questions.” He groans and rolls over away from me.

  “Did you know you were going to fuck me?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “Did you know I would allow you?” I push even further, seeing how many answers I can actually get from him.

  “Of course, I did. It’s the only reason you’re alive.” In the minutes it takes me to register the meaning of his words, he fills the room with a soft snore.

  Fuck.

  Running to the bathroom, I grab the first items of clothing I see and put them on, so I’m dressed warmer. He hasn’t moved when I return to the bedroom. Shoving my phone into my bra, I’m careful when I pull open the door and sneak out through the opening. I take a moment to glance back to see him still sleeping before I shut it with a slight click.

  “Going somewhere, sweetheart?”

  Fucking hell! I jump at the voice. Lucas is there in front of me, a glass of wine in his hand, smiling in a way that makes me feel caught.

  “Yes, to get a drink. Keir is sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake him.”

  “He’s awake. That man never fully sleeps, he always has one eye on the prize.”

  “Good to know,” I say, nodding. In an attempt to walk around him, he blocks my path, careful not to touch me but close enough he can smell me. And that’s exactly what he does—takes a big whiff of me and closes his eyes as he does.

  “I wonder if he’ll share you once he’s done.”

  “I’m not his, so he doesn’t get to make that decision.” Lucas laughs at my words and lifts his glass, taking another drink.

  “It’s funny you think that you have a choice.”

  “Why, because he plans on killing me?” I ask him, stepping closer.

  Lucas closes his eyes again and breathes me in.

  “You better run along before I decide to go against the boss’s wishes and taste you myself.” He smiles at the expression on my face. “Go. Run along.” To get past him I have to touch him because he’s blocking the way I want to go. The other way is back into that room, but that’s not where I want to be right now. So, placing my hands on Lucas’s shoulder, I push past him while he sneers and licks his lips.

  No, thank you. He isn’t ugly, not at all, but he’s not someone I would want to be left alone with in a room.

  He laughs as I finally shift past him and pretend to make my way to the kitchen. The minute he’s out of sight, I sneak out the front door and run to the nearest car. The keys are in it, and I get in before anyone can stop me.

  After I start the car, my foot hits the accelerator and I kick up dust as I drive fast out of the gate, and before I know it, I’m pulling up to my old apartment not even realizing how quickly I got there. All the lights are on, so I know Dillan is home.

  I knock on the door. It’s early, so he should be asleep, but he answers the door dressed as if he’s going to work. When he sees me standing there, shock overtakes his features with his eyes going wide and his head pushing back a fraction.

  “Sailor.”

  “Does he plan to kill me?” I ask. Dillan goes to speak, but I hold up my hand. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”

  He huffs. “It’s what he does. He takes collateral and then when the debt is paid, he kills someone close to you, so you know to not betray him again.”

  And I am all that Dillan has.

  His family died when he was twenty-one in a car accident, so it’s just me.

  “How could you do this? Did you ever love me?” I ask him through a clenched jaw, that he knew this all along but did it anyway.

  Dillan looks down to his watch, then back up to me. “Go back before he realizes you’re gone. If he has to find you—”

  “What’s it matter, if he plans to kill me anyway?” I say loudly.

  Dillan shakes his head. “You’ve slept with him. Tell me, how many times?” I can see the vein in his forehead throb as he asks me the question, I don’t think he really wants the answer to.

  “How many times did you cheat on me?” I bite back.

  Completely ignoring me he says, “I got your papers today, signed them as well. Should be official soon, so you won’t even have to worry about me in your life ever again.”

  “If I’m not fucking dead,” I snap back.

  “This is true. Wrong place, wrong time.” He shuts the door behind him, coming closer to me.

  “Hunny.” The door opens again to reveal a woman standing there dressed in his shirt and it’s not one of his family members, this woman is half-naked and dressed in what looks to be—is that my underwear on her?

  Oh, for fuck’s sake. I shake my head and look away from the blonde then to Dillan as she speaks, “Who’s this?” The puzzled look on her face tells me she has no idea about me.

  “Who are you?” I ask.

  She crosses her arms over her chest, venom expelling in her voice as she answers me, “His fiancée. Now, who the fuck are you?”

  I smile when I answer her, I simply cannot help myself. “His wife.” I notice the ring on her finger and start laughing. “Seems you were too cheap to buy her a new ring and gave her mine.” I face his fiancée and say, “Enjoy my cast off, dear.” I head down the stairs, turn over my shoulder and say, “Have a nice life, Dillan.”

  And I mean it.

  I’ve worked out now that he needs more help than the rest of us combined.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Keir

  All the lights are off when Sailor quietly opens the front door, she’s been gone all day. The sun has set, but with everything closed in the house she has to squint her eyes as she peers around making sure no one is there.

  When she spots me, her hand slaps to her heart and her breathing increases. “You scared me.” Her voice is high, nervousness settling in. “Why a
re you up this late?” I don’t reply. Instead, I wait for her to continue, “I had to go get something from the store.” She holds up a block of chocolate.

  “The car has tracking,” are the first words that come from my mouth. Her mouth opens to dispute it, but then quickly shuts as she searches her mind for some sort of lie to spin.

  “Well …” she drops the chocolate and raises her hands to her hips, “… you caught me. Are you going to kill me now?” she says it in a joking manner, but I don’t take any of this for a joke. She watches me with a defiant, small smile on her face like she didn’t just leave, no sneak out, as I slowly stand. If she hadn’t have come back, I would have hunted her down and killed her. The possibility is still there.

  Her mouth forms the perfect O as she opens it to say something else, but I’m too quick for her. My gun is out and in her mouth before she knows what’s happened. Her lips wrap around the end of it, and she goes to pull back, but I shove it forward even more. Her eyes go wide in horror, realizing she’s made a grave mistake in testing me.

  “I’ve killed for far less,” I tell her, seeing her hands shaking in front of her as they clutch on to her dress. “You ever fucking play that game again, I won’t hesitate to let this bullet go into your fucking brain.” Pulling the gun out of her mouth, she steps back from me so I’m not within reaching distance.

  “Don’t you ever fucking do that again,” she spits at me, her anger surprising me.

  I expected compliance and fear, not fucking anger, and I’m not sure what emotion that’s bringing out in me, so I reply with, “Same goes for you, lollipop.”

  “I’m not your fucking lollipop, asshole.” She turns and storms off, but I’m right behind her.

  “But you taste so fucking sweet.” She looks back at me fiercely, her beautiful eyes glowing with such an intense rage they bore right through me, wanting to say something but thinking better of it before walking straight to my room. She tries to shut the door behind her with force, but I don’t allow it and follow her in. She goes to her small pile of clothes and lifts them up in her hands, then turns and glares at me.

  “I’m going to sleep on the couch, far, far away from you.”

  I catch her by the arm on her way past me. “You’ll do no such thing.” Again, she wants to say something in response, but instead she bites her bottom lip. Bites it so hard that when it pops free from her mouth, it’s red with an indentation and a tiny spot of blood pools in the spot.

  “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  Her head starts shaking and she tries to pull away from me. “No, you fucking ain’t.”

  I drop her arm and start undoing my shirt. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

  Her eyes lock on mine, and she stands there frozen and silent, but the fire in her gaze burns through me.

  “Get undressed. Now, lollipop.”

  “No,” she bites back, unmoving.

  “That’s okay, I can tear the clothes from your body. Or, better yet, I can cut them off.” I pull my knife, which is usually stored in my belt, from my back pocket. I was dressed and ready to get her but then she slipped back in. I wasn’t lying—I would have killed her and thought little of it if I’d had to go collect her myself.

  Rage.

  Fury.

  Followed by a crazed indignation which seethed through me at the audacity she could simply walk out and expect no consequences from those actions. People have died from simply looking at me wrong, so leaving without permission is something I won’t tolerate.

  She needs to learn, even if she has the sweetest pussy alive.

  Stone cold dead is what she would have been.

  As everyone before her who has betrayed me is currently located six feet under.

  But she came back.

  On her own.

  So, some leeway will be given this time.

  Sailor drops the clothes from her grasp as I stalk toward her, the knife clutched in my hand at my side. Her eyes flick down to the shiny blade, then back to me. It’s not fear that resides behind her orbs any longer, no, that’s excitement mixed with anger and frustration.

  She likes what I give her.

  Even if it’s fear-induced.

  I’ve never fucked the same woman this many times.

  Never played with one this long.

  This is a first.

  She is a first.

  “Don’t you even think about it.” Her head is shaking, her mouth might be denying me, but her eyes are telling me yes. As I reach her, I slide my free hand up the split of her dress until I reach her cunt. She sucks in a breath, but I feel her wetness through her panties. She wants me, you can’t be this wet and not want what’s in front of you. So I walk her backward until she hits the wall, she’s trapped by my body in front of her with my hand up her dress.

  “Seems you are very much interested.”

  “Don’t mistake my wetness for liking you, Keir,” she bites back, then shouts in my face, “I …” snap, “… hate …” snap, “… you.”

  And I think she does.

  It’s better to hate than the alternative, that I know for sure. I’ve seen many of my men fall victim to the wickedly cruel game of love.

  Stupid, really.

  It’s just endorphins.

  Fucking provides those just as well.

  Then, when I’m finished, so are they.

  It’s better to be that way.

  I lost my cousin when I was ten to the same stupidity. He lived with us, and I was close to him, idolized him even. He was so different to my father because he smiled—our father never smiled. He and my father were close, but that changed fast. He was older than me, and I remember watching him sneak out, sneak her in, tell our father he was in love.

  I also remember watching that love kill him.

  He chose her.

  And you never choose anyone over the family.

  “You can hate me. You don’t have to want to be my friend to fuck me,” I tell her, lifting the knife and bringing it closer to her chest. Holding her hips to the wall, I slice down her dress, tearing it open. She gasps but stays perfectly still like a good girl. The dress falls apart, showcasing she’s only wearing panties underneath. No bra. Her perfect tits are on full display for my enjoyment.

  I once was a big boob man. But hers? Hers are perfect.

  I lean forward and wrap my mouth around one of her pert nipples, and she sucks in a breath.

  Mentally I shake those thoughts out of my head.

  Thinking she is perfect in any way is not good for either one of us.

  I should just kill her right fucking now.

  I pull away from her nipple and bring the knife up to her throat and press it against her flesh. Her skin goes pink underneath the sparkling blade, and her breaths are slow and long. Calculated. I pull her panties down before I slide my hand back between her legs.

  She’s dripping, totally soaked for me. As I slide a finger inside her, I watch for a reaction, but she gives me nothing. Her breathing is harder, but her body is still with the knife at her neck.

  I wonder what she would do if I just …

  Pumping my fingers into her, I press the knife a little harder until a droplet of blood blooms from her skin. She doesn’t notice as she closes her eyes, the bead slowly running down her chest forming a little river of red. Removing the knife from her neck but not her body, I drag it over her tits before gliding it along her stomach. I lower myself to my knees and my mouth latches on to her clit. Her hands go to my hair, and she pulls. I dig the knife into the perfectly flawless skin of her stomach and another droplet of blood forms. Again, she doesn’t seem to notice making certain to stay perfectly still.

  I want to drain her while I fuck her, then somehow put her back together again.

  She lets me taste her. She enjoys it. I know so by the movement of her hips as she presses my face into her pussy. One more long lick and she comes undone underneath my tongue, with a choked moan and trembling thighs.

  Standing, I drop th
e knife to the floor, reach for her, and pick her up before throwing her on the bed. Her tits bounce, and she lies back, waiting for me with her dress still hanging off her body. My cock hardens to granite in my trousers before I take them off and climb over her, caging her thighs in underneath me.

  “Get the fuck up and suck my cock.”

  I expect her to do as I say, but she spits out, “Fuck you,” while not even looking my way.

  Her body is marked red from where I dragged the knife along her skin and her blood mixes with sweat from coming so hard.

  “Little slut.” I back up and stand again, grabbing each of her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She leans up on her elbows and glares at me. “Suck my cock before I cut your insides out.”

  “I bet you talk this sweet to all the ladies.” The smile that sits on her face is sadistic, and that fucking shit turns me on even more.

  I reach for the knife, but she grabs it before I can, and in one swift movement has it against my neck. “How about you lie down while I fuck you.”

  What the fuck?

  I could take the knife from her—it would be easy. But I can see the malice in her eyes. She wants this, and how can I say no to a good fuck?

  She pushes me to lie back, the knife edge sharp on my neck as she straddles me. I feel her grind on my leg, her pussy ready and waiting.

  Then she does something I don’t expect. She moves down my body, her ass on my lower legs, the knife sliding down with her until it’s near my cock. I’m about to move her, but, fuck, she digs it in, letting me know if I move, my cock will be sliced and diced.

  Evil fucking bitch.

  “Do you think you bleed red?” she asks in a taunting tone, pressing it in a bit deeper. I bite my lip, careful not to move and take that knife from her little fucking hand to slice open her throat for being such a sadistic bitch. I choose not to answer as she lowers her mouth to my cock and takes me in.

  The knife presses into my thigh, and I feel the pinch as it draws blood, but I’m too lost in her fucking mouth to care.