He’s lying.
“Last chance, Baz.”
“There wasn’t.” He hesitates again, feeding me bullshit.
“Wrong answer.” Slowly but deliberately, I squeeze down. The sickening crunch of flesh, muscle and bones is the only thing I focus on, dulling the harsh shriek of his screams.
“FUCK! No! No! No!” His voice cracks in pain and I push a little harder. I continue to torture him, drawing out more pain, more blood, before crushing them entirely between the metal. The faint thud of his fingers dropping to the concrete ends his torment.
“You fucker!” He starts to rock his body back and forth, over and over again. I reach down, picking up his fingers and wave them in front of his face.
“Oh, shit. That was an accident.” His eyelids flutter three times before his eyes roll back in his head, and then he’s gone.
Out like a light.
“Pansy-ass passed out.” I stand, disappointed my fun is over. Dropping his fingers to his lap, I reach for a rag, wiping the bolt cutters clean.
“You have fucking issues, man. That’s some messed-up shit,” Jesse says, breaking the silence.
“Fucker pissed on your bed, marks me, and beats on his woman, probably in front of their kid. He’ll be lucky if I leave him with a finger to scratch his ass.” I place the bolt cutters back on the workbench as the rumble of a bike pulls into the yard.
Leaving the asshole passed out on the ground, I walk out to meet Nix.
“He get ya good?” He notices my arm first.
“Nah, graze.” I shrug it off.
“Who is he?” He kicks the stand down on his bike and removes his helmet.
“A fucking Warrior,” I fill him in, watching his eyes darken.
Yeah, a Warrior on our turf is serious shit.
“Bypassed the alarm, smashed his way in and ripped the clubhouse apart. Every room.”
“The fuck?” Nix moves away from his bike and toward the shed. “How did he manage to get past the alarm?”
“Didn’t get it out of him. Could have someone working for the security company. Who fucking knows.” We enter the shed, Nix moving toward Baz.
“Jesus, Beau. Tell me he’s alive.” He kicks at Baz’s feet looking for life. He doesn’t stir. Blood pools all around him, his fingers lying on his lap.
“For now.”
“He the only one?”
“That we know of. Cameras will let us know.”
“How much damage he do?”
I look to Jesse allowing him to answer.
“The place is fucked-up, boss. Every room trashed. The fucker even pissed on some beds.”
“Jesus Christ.” He draws a large breath through his nose and lets it out slowly. “I just would like one fuckin’ month where I don’t have to deal with this shit.” He spins and kicks at a crate, sending it flying across the shed.
“You think it’s an attack?” Jesse asks after Nix calms down a little.
“Nah, I believe him. He’s just gone AWOL. He was here on his own. T’s not fucking stupid.” If the Warriors wanted a war, ransacking our clubhouse would be the least of our worries.
“He’s right. This isn’t retaliation. It’s not T’s style anyway,” Nix agrees.
“Well, what do you wanna do with him?” I ask, happy to fuck with him some more.
“Find out how he made it past the security system then get him out of here. I don’t care where you take him, but send his fingers back to his club.” He starts to walk toward the door. “And then I want everyone down here. We’ll need all hands on deck to help clean,” he says before leaving us alone.
“How pissed do you think he’s gonna be when he finds out he pissed in his bed too?” Jesse asks, a hint of humor in his question.
“I should probably get Baz out of here before he finds out. You think I’m twisted? You wouldn’t want to know what Nix would do.” I look back at the asshole still out cold.
“Well, I can’t say this has been fun. Remind me never to fuck with you.” Jesse stands and heads for the door.
“What? You’re not staying for the second act? You wound me.”
“No, I have piss to clean out of my bed, motherfucker. Now that I think about it, cut a finger off for me too.” He waves me off, leaving me alone with Baz, and my bolt cutters.
Twenty-One
Mackenzie
“Morning, beautiful.” A warm breath skirts over my ear, stirring me from my sleep.
“Beau?” I stretch out, letting myself wake up. My body aches more than yesterday. Muscles I never knew I had groan in protest.
“Sore, darlin’?”
I look up at his question and watch him strip beside the bed.
“It’s a good sore,” I tell him, my eyes traveling down his chest, abs, and landing on his hard cock.
Nope, it doesn’t get old.
“We don’t have much time.” He rips the covers off me and crawls over. My legs are bare, only going to bed in a pair of panties and Beau’s shirt.
“We don’t?” His fingers reach the thin lace of my panties. Dragging them down my legs, he throws them off to the side. My need is instant. It flows through me, awakening me entirely.
“Nope. Need to go back to the clubhouse. It was trashed last night. Nix wants us all there. I just came home for you.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
I open instantly, my tongue rushing to meet his. I sigh at the contact, letting him take control, his tongue guiding mine in an intimate dance.
The coolness of his cock piercing rests on my pubic bone. Lifting my hips, I seek a different angle, hoping to find some friction. It doesn’t work. Beau only pulls back, breaking our connection when I get close.
“Patience.” His lips move against my skin, peppering small kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“But I thought we didn’t have much time.” I roll my head to the side, allowing him better access.
“I changed my mind, forgot how sexy you look in my shirt.” He moves lower, bunches the shirt up around my neck and wraps his lips around my nipple. His hand glides to my other breast. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my erect nipple, rolling it and pulling it hard.
Groaning, my back arches, and lifts off the bed, pleasure and pain moving through me.
“You have the sexiest nipples I’ve ever seen.” He swaps sides, moving his mouth to my left breast, and his hand to the right. Repeating the same strokes, he gives them equal attention.
“I do?” It’s not that I don’t believe him, I just haven’t had a man so taken by them before.
“Oh, yeah.” He traces his finger around my red nipple. “Look how swollen it is for me.” He cups my breast and pushes it up giving me a better view. “Watch.” He lowers his mouth and captures it between his teeth, biting down hard and pulling back.
“Ahh.” I bite my lip at the pain, but keep my eyes on his mouth. He releases my nipple from his teeth, and then circles it with a soft touch of his tongue. It’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. After getting his fill of my nipples, he releases my breast and pulls back.
“Haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left.” His hand trails down my stomach and finds my bare pussy lips.
“You haven’t?” I ask, letting him push my legs open wider. He crawls back down the bed, hands around my ankles, and jerks me to the end of the bed.
“I kept picturing my tongue, sliding through this pretty cunt of yours.” He drops to his knees, his mouth at the apex of my thighs. “I wanna make you come on my face, darlin’.” He blows his warm breath over me before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it hard.
“Beau!” I shriek, my hips rising off the bed. Sharp electric currents shoot up through my clit. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Pain then pleasure. Throbbing then contracting.