“Oh, I don’t know, brother…” Dane pulls away, locking eyes with him over my shoulder. “I reckon we could make her come before anyone notices.”

  My breath hitches.

  “What do you say? Want me and Rhett to get you off before we leave?”

  Yes.

  Yes, I do.

  But it’s a hospital room, and the nurses’ station is right outside.

  “We should probably go.” I force out the words.

  “Spoilsport.” Dane pouts, kissing the end of my nose. “But later, your ass is mine.”

  “You can barely walk,” I point out.

  “Good thing I don’t need my legs to fuck you raw then.” Dane tries to sling his arm around my shoulder but cries out in pain.

  “Fuck, that hurts.”

  “No sex for you until you’re healed.” I flash him a saccharine smile.

  His brows knit. “Is that a challenge?”

  “Come on, we should go. I want to call Wes on the way.” I haven’t heard from him since last night, and I want to check if he and his mom are okay.

  But when we finally get Dane in the truck—Rhett drove his bike back to the compound this morning and returned in it—and I call Wes, he doesn’t answer.

  And I can’t shake the feeling that something has happened.

  * * *

  When we get back to the compound, Dane can barely stand. It takes Rhett and two other guys to get him into his room.

  “Sadie Ray?” Rosita approaches me as I watch them carry him awkwardly down the hall.

  “What’s up, Rosi?”

  “We need to talk.” There’s something in her expression that sends a bolt of fear through me.

  “Is it my dad? Micky?”

  “No,” she smiles, “Micky is okay. He’s out of the woods. Your dad, Dee, and Quinn are still with him. But you should probably come with me.”

  “O-okay.” She leads me down the second hall where a couple of the older members have rooms. They don’t tend to use them anymore, preferring to stay at their homes with their old ladies and families.

  “I didn’t know what to do, but I knew you wouldn’t want me to—”

  “Rosita,” I snap, “just tell me what’s going on?”

  She gives me a sympathetic smile and opens the door to Munster’s room. It swings open, and what I see almost brings me to my knees.

  “Wes,” I cry, rushing inside. He’s slumped in a chair, holding an ice pack to his swollen face. But it isn’t the sight of him that makes my heart splinter—it’s the broken, bloody woman lying on the bed.

  “Victoria?” I gasp, going to the bed and dropping to my knees.

  “She’s okay,” Jada says, stroking Victoria’s hair from her face. She murmurs in her sleep, turning into Jada’s touch. “We cleaned her up and gave her some strong pain meds. She’ll be out for a while.”

  “What happened?” I turn to Wes and lose the fight against the tears pooled in the corners of my eyes.

  “Come here,” he rasps, reaching for me.

  I shuffle across the floor on my knees and take his hand, bringing my other one to his face. He winces as I gently touch a patch of untainted skin.

  “He… he knows.”

  “Fuck,” I breathe. “He did this? He hurt you both?”

  Wes nods, moisture shimmering in his eyes. “She stepped in to protect me… she fucking—” His body trembles as pain bleeds from him. “I managed to get us out and bring her here. I… I hit him, Sadie. I don’t know if… fuck, what the fuck am I going to do?”

  “It’s going to be okay.” I lean in, gently touching my head to his. “We’re going to figure this out.”

  “I can’t go back there. Not now. And Mom, she—”

  “You can stay here for as long as you need to.” I glance over at Rosita, and she nods. But she’s wearing a strange expression.

  “Give me a second, okay? I need to talk to Rosita and check in with Rhett. I’ll be right back.”

  He gives me a weary smile, leaning his head back on the chair.

  “I’ll watch them,” Jada says, and I mouth, “Thank you,” before following Rosita out into the hall.

  Closing the door behind me, we move down the way a little. “What’s up?”

  “Did your dad say anything to you the last time Victoria was here?”

  “No.” I frown. “Why?”

  “Victoria and your dad… well, it’s not my story to tell. But when Ray finds out about this, you need to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

  “What are you saying, Rosi?”

  Victoria and my dad?

  It doesn’t make sense…

  And yet, I had picked up on something that night she came here.

  I’d assumed it was to do with the fact that Grant Noble had it out for the club.

  “It was a long time ago, sweetheart, and I’m probably overthinking it. But after everything with Julia, I just don’t want you to be blindsided again.”

  “Are you saying that Victoria and my dad were… together?”

  “They have history, yes.”

  “Wow, I don’t even know what to say.” Just when I think things can’t get any worse, she goes and drops that bombshell.

  “When he gets back, you should talk to him. Jada and I will take care of Vic, but there’s no going back now. Ray will never let her go back to Grant after this.”

  I let out a weary breath, all these revelations too much for my brain to process.

  “I need to go check on Dane,” I say. “Thank you, for everything.”

  “If things had been different, Victoria would have been a part of the MC.”

  If things had been different, I might never have been born… or worse, Wes and I would have been siblings.

  That’s too much to unpack right now. So I take off down the hall, wondering when life got so fucking complicated.

  * * *

  “Hey.” I slip into Dane’s room, smiling at the sight of Rhett trying to help him change into some clean clothes. “I’m so getting a photo of this.” I chuckle.

  “Watch it, princess,” Rhett glowers at me, “or I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you.”

  “I want front row seats.”

  “You’re a terrible patient.”

  “Me?” Dane grins, gingerly lying on the bed. “I’m the best.” He winces.

  “You need to rest,” Rhett barks.

  “Yeah, yeah. Doctor Savage. Keep your hair on. These pain meds are no joke. I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

  “We’ll give you some space,” I say. “I just wanted to know you’re okay.”

  “I’ll be better if you come over here and kiss me.”

  Unable to resist his charm, I slip over to him and sit on the edge of the bed. “When this is all over, I think we should take a vacation. Just the four of us and no interruptions.”

  “Where would we go?” He plays along, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.

  “Anywhere. Somewhere with a hot tub and a pool. Maybe somewhere right on the beach. I don’t care, so long as all we have to think about is sun, sand, and—”

  “Sexy times.”

  “Do you ever stop?” My brow lifts.

  “Admit it. You’re thinking of having your wicked way with all three of us.”

  “You, Dane Stray,” guilt floods me as I say the word, and I swallow over the lump in my throat, “are insufferable.”

  “But you love me.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my palm. “I need to sleep,” he says before I can answer.

  “Okay, get some rest.” I trace my finger down his cheek. “I’ll check on you later.”

  He’s asleep before Rhett and I even slip out of his room.

  “What’s up?” Rhett asks the second I close the door.

  “We have a problem.”

  “Creed?”

  I shake my head. “Wes and his mom, they’re here.”

  “The fuck?” He scrubs his jaw.

  “It’s bad, Rhett. Really bad. And I don’t know what to do.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” he says, fierce determination burning in his eyes.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, princess.” He hooks his finger into my belt loop and tugs me closer. “I still don’t really like the guy. Maybe I never will. But I get it, part of you needs him. And I’m beginning to think that maybe Pretty needs you too.”

  6

  Rhett

  I lead Sadie to my room before I do something I shouldn’t in the hallway for all my brothers to see. I keep my lips on hers, my hands on her hips as I kick my door shut and walk her backward toward the bed.

  “Rhett,” she moans against my lips, “w-we can’t. Not while everyone around us is falling apart.”

  “I know, princess. I just need a moment.”

  Relaxing in my hold, she strokes her tongue against mine once more as I lay her out on my bed and crawl over her body.

  “Everyone is going to be okay,” I assure her, kissing down her neck and slipping my hand under her shirt to find her soft skin. “They’re all here under this roof. There’s nowhere safer for them to be.”

  “I-I know, but Wes doesn’t even know if Grant is dea—”

  “Shush. We’ll deal with it. Let me look after you. I saw your eyes in the hospital. You wanted us to do it, didn’t you?”

  Tugging the neck of her tank down, I bite down on her chest until I suck her hard peak into my mouth.

  “Rhett,” she cries, her back arching off the bed.

  “Just for a few minutes, princess. Stop worrying about everyone else and let me take care of you.”

  Her nails scratch against my scalp as I tease her, switching to the other side and giving that the same treatment. “B-but I promised Wes that—”

  “He’s with his mom. And we’ll only be a few minutes.” I look up at her and wink.

  “You’re wicked, Rhett Savage.”

  “Been called worse.”

  “I know, mostly by me,” she pants as I push her skirt up around her waist and pull her panties aside.

  “So fucking pretty, princess,” I mutter, running my finger through her folds, “and so fucking wet for me.”

  “Rhett,” she moans when I circle her entrance.

  “Going to try to stop me now?”

  “Just be quick,” she pants.

  “That can be arranged.”

  Closing the space between us, I latch onto her clit at the same time I push two fingers deep inside her.

  “Rhett,” she cries, her hips rolling for me, her nails digging into my skin.

  I moan against her as her sweetness explodes in my mouth and up my efforts to have her coming in three minutes flat.

  “Fucking hell,” she pants, her chest heaving as I lift my head from between her thighs and wipe her juices from my face.

  “You wanted fast,” I say, tugging at my jeans and pushing them down over my ass to release my aching cock.

  Sadie pushes up on her elbows, her eyes immediately dropping to where I’ve got my hard cock in my fist. “Like what you see, princess?”

  “You know I do. Shirt off, Savage. I might want you to be fast, but I still want the whole experience.”

  Flashing her a wicked smile, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt from my body. “Hold on, this ain’t gonna be gentle,” I warn.

  “When do you ever give me gentle?” she asks as I line myself up with her.

  “Maybe one day.” I wink before surging forward and filling her in one move.

  “Oh shit,” she cries, her legs wrapping around my waist, the heels of her boots digging into my ass.

  Taking her hips in my hands, I pull out before slamming straight back in.

  She’s not the only desperate one here. It’s been too long since I was inside her, and I’m fucking dying.

  I might still be a way from telling her with words how I feel about her, but I’m at the point now that I can admit to myself that I’m fucking addicted.

  “Fuck, your pussy,” I grate out. “Fucking heaven.”

  “More, Rhett. Give me more.”

  “Fuck,” I growl, pulling out of her and flipping her over.

  She’s barely settled on her knees before I slam back inside her, making her back arch.

  Reaching forward, I wrap her wild curls around my fist and hold her exactly where I want her. Her pussy ripples around me, sucking me deeper as she moans for more.

  Sweat runs down my back as I up my pace, my grip on her hair only getting tighter. But she never complains, the pain only making her wilder as she pushes back harder with every thrust I give her.

  “I need you coming, princess,” I say, pulling her hair until she has no choice but to sit up, pressing her back to my chest.

  “Oh fuck, Rhett,” she pants into my neck as I slip my hand down her stomach to strum her clit. “Yes. Yes.”

  “Let me feel you milking my cock.” Slamming my lips down on hers, I twist her clit and thrust up into her, making her shatter in my arms.

  I swallow down her cries as her body convulses, her release dragging my own out of me until I fill her pussy with a loud, guttural moan of my own.

  I release her and she falls forward, limp and useless. I tumble on top of her, both of us fighting to catch our breath.

  “Fuck, Rhett,” she pants.

  “Yeah?” I ask with a laugh. “Told you that you needed it.”

  “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a week.”

  “That good, huh?” I ask with a smirk, flipping her over and capturing her lips.

  My length almost instantly starts to harden again, and she doesn’t miss it digging into her thigh.

  “Stop getting ideas, big guy. We’ve got problems to deal with.”

  Dropping my head to her shoulder, I breathe her in. “That vacation you mentioned. It needs to happen. I need you to myself for more than a few minutes,” I confess.

  “To yourself completely, or the four of us?”

  “Either. Right now, as long as all this bullshit is behind us, I don’t care.”

  “You’re going to find Darren, and you’re going to end this, Rhett. I have no doubt.”

  “Let’s just hope no one else gets hurt in the meantime, eh?”

  “They won’t,” she says confidently, managing to slide herself out from under me. “I need to change,” she says, peeling her shirt up her body.

  “Clothing is going to be banned on this vacation,” I say, watching as she sheds the rest of her clothes, not batting an eyelid at being naked in front of me.

  “Oh yeah? Wanna spend a week looking at Stray and Noble’s cocks, huh?” she shoots over her shoulder as she stands at my closet and pulls out some clothes I discovered she’d stashed in there.

  “Um…” I hesitate, realizing my mistake.

  I see her shoulders shake with a laugh as she pulls a clean skirt out.

  I’m off the bed before she’s even realized I’ve moved and I pin her up against the wall. “You’ve been fantasizing about this vacation, haven’t you, princess?”

  “If you’re asking if I think about your cocks, then yeah. I guess I’m guilty.”

  I growl, rubbing my hard cock against her belly.

  “Down, boy. Maybe we can play again later. Put on a little show for the invalid.”

  “And you say I’m wicked,” I growl in her ear.

  “Stray would love it and you know it.”

  Swiping her clothes from her hand, I look at her choices. “Don’t wear any panties,” I demand.

  “B-but I need to talk to my dad.”

  “But just think of Stray and Pretty’s faces later when you flash them.”

  Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she considers my words. “Okay, deal. I’m using your bathroom, then we’re doing this.”

  “Take your time,” I say, knowing that she’s not going to.

  * * *

  “Sadie Ray? Rhett?” Ray says as the two of us invite ourselves into his office.

  We only know he’s back because Quinn messaged Sadie to say he’d left. He snuck in the back door of his office the second he got here—I assume for some peace, which we’ve now gone and ruined.

  “We need to talk,” Sadie says, sounding all business as she pulls me into the room and drops down into one of the chairs in front of Ray’s desk.

  She gave me the CliffsNotes of what Rosita told her before we left my room, but I’m as clueless as her about what kind of past Ray and Victoria could have.

  “Wes and Victoria are here,” she states to read his reaction.

  He sits up straighter, his eyes widening at the news. “Why? We’re in lockdown. There should be no one in or out of those gates,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous.

  “Who is Victoria to you, Dad?”

  “S-she’s… she’s an old friend.”

  “An old friend,” Sadie mimics. “Like Julia was just a friend?” I jolt at the mention of my mother.

  Ray’s lips part to respond, but no words leave his mouth.

  “Why are they here, Sadie Ray?”

  She shakes her head, her hand squeezing mine tighter. “Answer my question, Dad,” she seethes.

  Ray’s features harden as he stares at his daughter. “My past has nothing to do with you, Sadie Ray.”

  “Like hell it doesn’t when it involves Wes’s mom.”

  “Sadie,” I breathe.

  “No,” she snaps, looking at me. “You don’t get a say in this. Dad,” she turns her hard stare back on Ray, “I have a right to know. You already had a relationship with Rhett’s mother behind my back. Now Wes’s too. I guess it’s a good job we don’t know who Dane’s mother is.”

  “Enough, Sadie Ray,” Ray booms, slamming his palms down on his desk. “What happened between Victoria and I was a long time ago. You have no right to dig into my past, my relationships, especially not right now when I’m doing my best to get on board with what you’ve got going on,” he snarls, shooting me a glare.

  Sadie’s jaw pops in frustration, but she doesn’t argue.

  “Now, tell me why Victoria is here.”

  She swallows nervously, knowing he’s going to be pissed that she’s waited until now to tell him the truth.

 

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