We grapple on the ground, fists flying as we each try to take control of the situation. I’m more than aware that my brothers are unable to help me while we’re moving like this, so my only hope of coming out of this is on top.

  I hesitate for the briefest moment, trying to catch my breath, and the cunt gets the upper hand, grabbing me in a headlock as he stands to his feet once more.

  “I’ll give you some credit, rat. You put up more of a fight than I was expecting,” he growls, holding me so tight I can barely breathe.

  My throat burns and my vision begins to blur as he looks around, dragging me with him as if he heard something. “What’s wrong?” I wheeze, forcing the words out. “Not scared of the Sinners, are you?”

  His grip on me releases slightly as I suck in a deep breath.

  “You’re meant to be here alone, you stupid fucking—"

  I hear it then. The unmistakable sound of fighting in the distance.

  “So were you. Unless you’re suggesting my brothers are fighting themselves.” My brow lifts smugly.

  He stands straighter, pulling me with him once more and retightening his grip. “Come on then, assholes. Let’s make this even more fun. You can get a close-up of me finally ending this fucking rat,” he bellows.

  Pulling his gun from behind him, the cold barrel presses against the top of my head. “What are you waiting for? I know you’re all watching.”

  There’s some rustling behind us, but as desperate as I am to look, I can’t move. Hell, I can barely see as Darren’s hold makes everything start to fade.

  “Let him go,” a deep, familiar voice booms.

  “Fucking knew you couldn’t follow instructions, Razor,” Darren seethes.

  “He isn’t the one you want. Not really.”

  “Is that right?” Darren asks, pressing the gun harder against my head.

  “You want vengeance for your father? Well, here it is.” Ray steps into the clearing, hands held up at his sides.

  “Fuck you, old man.”

  “I’m the one who killed him. Shot him point-blank between the fucking eyes. Watched as the life drained out of him.” Darren’s body trembles with pent-up rage. “But do you know what I’m going to enjoy even more than watching that?”

  The gun presses harder, digging into my skin, and I wince, hoping that Prez knows what the fuck he’s doing.

  “Watching the same thing happen to you when Stray finally gets to take his shot.”

  “Never. You’re the ones who are dying tonight.”

  “Oh really? And then what? You have no one left, Creed. All your guys, your back-up, they’re all dead, littered around this place like nothing more than the fucking trash they are.”

  “You’re lying. They’re better than all of you.”

  “Are you willing to risk your life on that, Creed?”

  Silence falls around us, the only thing I can hear is the pounding of my heart as I fight to get the air I need, but I know my time is running out.

  The tension is so thick between the three of us that it’s almost unbearable as we wait to see who’s going to move next, and I just pray to fucking God that it’s not Darren’s finger on that trigger.

  The seconds seem to stretch into minutes, although I’m sure that’s just in my own head as I start to lose my grip on reality.

  Images of my time with Sadie begin to flicker through my mind, and the realization that this time I might not get back to her hits me right at the same time Darren jerks forward, releasing my neck and allowing me to tumble to the ground.

  “Stray, get up,” Prez barks. “You’ve got a fucking job to do.”

  I blink a couple of times before my vision clears to see Darren bent over, his hands pressed against his stomach as blood oozes out between his fingers.

  “You’re done, motherfucker,” I growl, a smile pulling at my lips as I fight my way to my feet and pull my gun from my pants. “You’re nothing but a weak fucking rat, and I hope our father was fucking ashamed of you.”

  Lifting the barrel, I press it between his brows. He doesn’t try to fight; he knows it’s over. Even without this bullet through his head, the hole in his stomach will kill him in minutes from the amount of blood he’s losing.

  “I’ll take good care of my club, brother.”

  The kickback from the shot makes me stumble, my body weak from lack of oxygen, but I don’t fall because right as I start to go, I collide with a body.

  Solid, inked arms wrap around me, holding me up as the three of us stare at the body on the ground. “Enjoy Hell, you piece of shit,” Rhett growls, his voice rough with anger.

  Time stretches on as I finally manage to catch my breath and stand on my own two feet.

  “That was you?” I ask, nodding toward Darren’s stomach.

  “Sure fucking was. I would've got him in the head if I knew you wouldn’t kill me for taking it away from you.”

  “Thank you.”

  “With fucking pleasure. Come on, let’s clean you up and deliver you back to Sadie in one piece.”

  “Sounds like a solid fucking plan, brother.”

  With one last look at the cunt who tried to ruin my life, I walk away with the arm of my real brother slung over my shoulder, ready to embark on whatever the future might hold for me now.

  27

  Sadie

  The rumble of bikes has me bolting upright off the couch. I rub my eyes furiously as I try to get my bearings.

  Aunt Dee’s house.

  I’m at Aunt Dee’s house, waiting for my guys to return.

  I lean over and grab my cell from the coffee table. It’s after one in the morning.

  “Sadie?” Wes croaks, and I turn to meet his sleepy gaze.

  “It’s them,” I say, pausing to hear the rumble again. “They’re back.”

  “We should probably wa—”

  But I’m already running for the front door. Pacman leaps up the second I’m on the porch.

  “Is it them?” I choke out, my heart racing in my chest.

  “It’s them, Sadie Ray. Just got the call from Ray. It’s over… it’s over.”

  “Thank God.” I almost sink to my knees, relief like I’ve never known slamming into me. But strong arms steady me.

  “They’re okay,” Wes whispers into my hair as my head rests on his shoulder. “They’re okay.”

  My body shudders at his words, at how close we came to everything not being okay.

  Headlights hit the asphalt, illuminating the quiet street, and I tear out of Wes’s hold and race down to the sidewalk. Rhett reaches me first, his Street Bob pulling up right outside the house. He rips off his helmet, throws his leg over his bike, and strides toward me.

  “Princess,” he chokes out, pulling me into his arms. I fall willingly, burying my face in his chest as he holds me.

  “You’re here,” I cry. “You’re really here.”

  “I’ve got you, Sadie Ray. I’ve got you.”

  I peek up at him and something bounces between us. “Dane is—”

  “He’s coming.” Rhett glances at the other bikes pulling up. But I’ve only got eyes for him.

  His big hand curves around the back of my neck and he touches his head to mine. “Fucking love you.”

  My heart damn near explodes in my chest. “I love you too.”

  I kiss him, not caring that we have an audience. Rhett doesn’t care either from the way he takes over, plunging his tongue past my lips and licking my mouth with dirty, hot strokes.

  “Fuck, princess, I need inside you.”

  “We can’t,” I whimper, “not here.”

  “Sadie Ray,” my dad booms, and I untangle myself from Rhett’s possessive hold to meet my father’s gaze.

  “Daddy,” I cry, running into his open arms.

  “It’s over, sweetheart. It’s all over.”

  “He’s…”

  He nods solemnly.

  “And everyone is okay? No one else got hurt?”

  “Everyone’s good. I sent most of our guys back to the compound.”

  I inhale a shuddering breath. “Dane?” I ask, hyperaware that he still hasn’t made his way over to me.

  I find him in the shadows, leaning against his bike, watching me. Fresh cuts and bruises mar his beautiful face, but he’s here.

  He’s here.

  “He’ll be okay, sweetheart. Give him time.”

  Oh God. What did he do?

  You know what he did, Sadie Ray.

  “I need to—”

  “Go,” Dad breathes, dropping a kiss on my head. “Go be with your man.”

  My man.

  I like the sound of that.

  “Thank you, Daddy. For bringing them back to me.” I lean up and kiss his cheek before making my way over to Dane.

  “Sadie, girl,” he says thickly, his expression shuttered.

  The injuries to his face and the way he’s standing slightly hunched over barely register in my mind. All I feel is relief.

  He’s here, and he’s okay.

  “I’m sorry.” I throw my arms around him, squeezing tightly—probably hurting him—but he doesn’t even try to stop me. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

  A garbled sound spills from his lips as he buries his head in my shoulder. I grip him tighter as his body begins to tremble. Whatever happened tonight, whatever went down between him and his brother, Dane will have to reconcile with.

  But he isn’t alone—I’ll be right there beside him. So will Rhett and Wes, if I have anything to do with it.

  “What do you need?” I ask.

  Dane holds me at arm’s length, his eyes darkening, and I focus on those instead of his injuries which twist me up inside. I know that look. It’s the one he gets whenever we’re about to fool around.

  “It’s late,” he says quietly. “We should probably think about getting some rest.”

  “Rest?” My brow lifts, and a faint smirk traces his mouth.

  Rhett and Wes make their way over to us. “You guys ready to take our girl home?”

  “Home?” My frown deepens. “You want to go to my house?”

  “Not your house, Sadie, girl. My place.”

  “Oh.” Heat courses through me.

  “You two in?” he asks them, a silent conversation happening between them. Rhett nods and Wes smirks.

  “Whatever you need, brother,” Rhett adds.

  “Prez,” Dane calls, “all good if we roll out?”

  His eyes flick between the four of us. “Yeah, get out of here.”

  “Hop on, Sadie, girl.” Dane gives me his helmet. “See the two of you there,” he says.

  “Hang the fuck on, how is Pretty going—”

  “Guess he’s on the back of your bike,” Dane chuckles as I slide on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He tenses for a second and I know he’s hurting, but then he relaxes under my touch, exhaling a long breath.

  “Hell no,” Rhett snarls, but it’s too late. Dane kicks the starter and the bike rumbles to life beneath us as I tighten my arms around him and we take off down the street.

  * * *

  “Oh my God, look,” I breathe, fighting a smile as I watch Rhett’s bike turn into the parking lot. Wes is hanging on the back, trying not to get too close.

  “Only for you, Sadie, girl. Only for you.” Dane kisses my temple before pulling me into his apartment.

  He doesn’t flip the main light switch, instead going over to the lamp in the corner of the room.

  “Are you okay?” I ask him, forcing him to stop before me on his way back and cupping his battered face in my hands.

  “Fine,” he says coldly.

  “Dane—”

  “Not now. Not tonight. The time for talking will come… after I watch my brothers fuck you.”

  Oh.

  My womb clenches as heat flows through me.

  Rhett’s heavy steps sound beyond the door, and a second later, he and Wes appear. “You’re a fucking asshole,” Rhett grumbles, shooting Dane a hard look.

  “Chill.” Something passes between them.

  “It’s good to see you both in one piece,” Wes says, closing the door behind him.

  “Yeah.” Dane nods, his hand pressed against his sore ribs.

  Silence lingers between us as we all watch each other. But their eyes all end up on me, their gazes hungry. Predatory.

  “What?” I ask, playing dumb.

  “Violence really gets me going, princess,” Dane says, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Clothes off.”

  “What, here?” I sass.

  “Now, Sadie, girl. Don’t make me wait.”

  Wes steps up behind me, his chest hitting my back as his arms snake around my waist. “Don’t keep him waiting.”

  His hands slide under my tank, pushing it up my body. I lift my arms, letting him drag it from me. He pulls my hair off my shoulder and drops his lips there, grazing the skin with his teeth before he bites gently.

  A shudder goes through me as my eyes flutter closed.

  “See how wet she is, Pretty,” Dane orders.

  Wes slips his hands into my shorts, finding my center. “Fuck,” he hisses, hooking my panties to the side and dipping two fingers inside me.

  “Stretch her out. Get her nice and ready. I want to watch Savage fuck her hard.”

  Oh God. Another wave of pleasure crashes over me.

  Rhett shrugs out of his cut and peels off his tank, letting his hand drop to his jean buttons. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he flicks it open and pulls out his long, hard dick.

  He’s fucking perfect.

  They all are.

  “We doing this here?” he asks Dane. And I love how he knows this is Dane’s show. He needs this, and we’re all too happy to oblige.

  “Yeah, I want to see you fuck her over my couch.” He smirks.

  Wes curls his fingers deeper, licking up and down the side of my neck as I smother whimper after whimper.

  “Go to her,” Dane orders Rhett. “Give Pretty a helping hand.”

  Rhett stalks toward me, his eyes homed right in on where Wes's fingers disappear inside me. “Sit down with her on your lap,” he says, yanking my shorts down off my body.

  Wes pulls me down onto the couch, my back to his front.

  “Spread her open.”

  He pulls my thighs wide and Rhett drops to his knees, sliding his hands under my legs and yanking me forward slightly.

  “Look at you,” he drawls.

  “Stretch her some more.”

  Wes adds another finger, spearing them inside me.

  “Fuck yeah.” Dane begins to slowly rub himself over his jeans, the sight of his busted knuckles almost enough to put an end to my desire. But then I find his dark eyes fixated on us.

  “Out,” Rhett barks. “I want to taste her.”

  Wes pulls his fingers away, bringing them to my mouth. My lips fall open as I suck them, tasting myself.

  “Oh God,” I cry as Rhett latches onto my clit, biting hard. Pain ripples through me, morphing to pleasure the second he licks me with one smooth swipe of his tongue.

  “Fuck… that feels… God!”

  My eyes remain locked on Dane’s as he fists himself hard, his expression tight and full of raw lust.

  “Do you have any idea what it does to me, watching them play with you? Kiss her,” Dane orders Wes, who grabs my jaw and pulls me sharply up to his face.

  I’m a rag doll. A puppet. But I’m more than happy to let them pull my strings. Because this, being with all of them… there’s nothing better.

  Rhett continues working me with his tongue and teeth, pushing two fingers deep inside me while he gets me off. Wes kisses me to the rhythm, long, bruising strokes of his tongue against mine. The two of them work in perfect synchrony to push me toward that moment of sheer ecstasy.

  “More…” I pant. “More…”

  “That’s it, Sadie, girl. Beg,” Dane growls, jerking himself almost violently. The scent of sex lingers in the air as we both race toward our climax. My hips lift off Wes's legs as I ride Rhett’s face, needing more… more… more.

  “Fuck, princess… you taste so fucking good.” Rhett uses his fingers to hold me open, baring my pussy to him.

  “Look at her, brother.” He glances over his shoulder to Dane. “She’s dripping for us.”

  “Make her come,” Dane bellows. “Now.” He moves closer, and I know he’s about to blow his load.

  Rhett bites my clit again right as he curls his finger against my g-spot and I shatter into a thousand pieces, crying their names.

  Dane… Rhett… Wes.

  “That it’s, baby girl,” Rhett chuckles, lapping up my juices. “Give it to me.”

  “Fuck yeah… fuck.” Dane comes with a roar, spraying hot jets of cum all over my breasts. “Fucking love you, Sadie, girl,” he pants.

  “That was…”

  “Only the beginning.” His eyes turn dark. “Get cleaned up and get in the bedroom,” he orders. “I want to watch them fuck you now.”

  I inhale a ragged breath, my body soft and sated. “Just give me a minute, yeah?” I breathe, and the guys all chuckle.

  Wes kisses my neck, his lips moving to my ear. “Told you you should have tried to get some rest.” His laughter fans over my damp skin, making me shiver.

  “Something tells me you’re going to need your energy for whatever Stray has in store.”

  28

  Dane

  A cell ringing out in the living room wakes me. I’ve barely fallen asleep after lying here with Sadie curled around me like a snake staring up at the ceiling, replaying the events of the night over and over again in my head.

  I want to say that’s a good thing and that I’m remembering the fun we had since we got back. But it’s not. All I see is him.

  I’d hoped that ensuring he wasn’t breathing the same air as any of us any more would save me from the nightmares, the torment. But right now, my memories of that cunt, the burning of my skin, the pain from the slice of his knife feels more real than ever.

  I guess it’ll take longer than watching him die to rid me of all of that.

 

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