Knight bursts out laughing and the owner of the barn does too. “Shit darlin, I would have cut it off if he pissed in my drink.”

  “I know, right. I’m sad I missed now.” She purses her lips, tilting her head to the side like she is thinking about it.

  “Maybe we can just nail it to the pole?”

  All the guys in here listening wince at her comment. “Shit, whatever you want to do.”

  “Nah, but I am thirsty though.” She takes my hand, and we make our way back to the table, all the guys sitting down.

  Knight is staring at her. “What do you have against men and dicks?”

  She shrugs. “Most of the time when bad men hurt women, it’s with their dicks.”

  They let it all sink in. I kiss her forehead. “My mom was raised in a cult and she suffered every day of her life, forced to marry at fifteen. Men in that life are in control of everything, it’s sad.”

  I can see the pain on her face with what her mom has went through, it’s horrible. “Is her mom dating your brother?” Knight asks.

  “Yeah, she’s with my brother, Maverick.”

  River takes her phone out and shows a picture of her mom and my brother. I am happy for him. We live separate lives in a lot of ways, but he is my brother. I would die for him.

  “Your mom is beautiful; you guys could pass as sisters.” She laughs. “Yeah, we get that a lot. Here is my sister, Jessica.” She shows a picture of her sister. “Holy shit! Is she single?”

  She swipes the screen and shows a man with her sister. “Shit, never mind,” Terror grumbles.

  River looks at me. I can see how happy she is even though that fucker tried to mess with her.

  I look over at him, blood pouring down his body; he’s still alive as I see his chest move up and down slowly.

  Lucky day for me.

  River

  * * *

  A lady starts screaming at the top of her lungs and I jump hard in my seat. I put my hand over my chest, freaked out by her.

  She is looking at the man hanging on the pole.

  Is it bad to say that I forgot he was even there? Hell, I was just eating chicken wings a second ago.

  “Oh my God!” she screams again, falling to her knees dramatically as she claws at the ground. Finally, one of his MC members walks over to her. “Shut the fuck up. You are going to get yourself killed feeling sorry for this fucker!”

  She gasps, clutching her chest like she is an old lady with heart problems. “How can you say that!? He was your president.”

  I cringe at the fact he was their president; he still isn’t dead. His breathing is steady. “If you want to take him down and take him out of here, feel free. If not then shut the fuck up,” the owner of the bar yells out harshly. I can tell he is over this whole situation.

  “He promised me that I would be his ole lady! What am I going to do now?” she screeches at the man who came over to speak to her.

  He laughs. “He told five other girls right over there the same thing.” He points to the dance floor where women are glaring at her angrily. “He was mine. I should inherit all of his things.” The skinniest of the blonde bimbos walks over to her, poking the screaming lady hard on the chest.

  I eat my wings not able to take my eyes off this riveting scene. How I love drama when it involves other people.

  “Bitch!” The original one who was down on her knees crying, charges for the other girl. They fall to the ground screaming, hair flying everywhere from all the pulling they are doing.

  They are rolling around, not even hitting each other.

  “Well, that is pathetic.” I snort, licking the sauce off my fingers. Gage reaches over and takes my other hand that is covered in sauce and sucks my finger in his mouth. He leans over putting his mouth next to my ear, whispering, “Yummy.”

  I clench my legs together, the feeling of his tongue swirling my finger, the breath on my ear.

  “You guys ready to get out of here?” Gage asks everyone. We have been here for hours, it’s already dark out.

  The others get up, pushing their seats in. The owner of the establishment walks over to us. “Come back anytime, but try not to kill someone next time, yeah? Except you girl, you can murder someone anytime and I will clean it up for you.” He winks at me.

  Gage’s smile drops and he wraps an arm around me putting me on the other side of him, away from him.

  I roll my eyes at his possessiveness. I think everyone got a clue of how much when he pretty much nailed someone to the pole.

  We pass by the guy on the pole and he is breathing believe it or not. Gage walks over and takes his knife out of his hand, leaving him dangling by just one. “I guess this one is on me.” I point to the one buried in his dick.

  I walk over, patting the top of it. He wakes up instantly, his almost lifeless eyes staring at me, but that could just be his normal, cognitive self. “Now, no more being an asshole, okay? No more pissing in bottles. Didn’t your mom teach you to use a toilet?” I wag my finger at him.

  He doesn’t move. I grip the handle of the knife and pull it out of his dick and Andrey reaches above me taking the last knife out of him. “You will have to get your ears loose.” The guy can’t reply with the nail in his tongue still.

  The girls are still arguing in the corner of the room, missing a lot more hair than they had before.

  I shake my head, what a sad reality. The second we are out the door, I breath in the cool night air. I was over the hazy, smokey place.

  Reaper is walking on my free side. I had to basically push him to let me go earlier when I heard that he peed in the drink that he tried to give me.

  I’m so glad that I was too paranoid to drink it.

  Gage sets me on the bike and he reaches into the saddle bags grabbing a leather jacket pulling it over my arms, zipping it. “You, okay?” he asks me as everyone is busy getting ready for the long ride back.

  I run my hand along his stomach, his abs flexing under my hands. “I’m fine, that guy was insane.”

  Gage is pissed instantly at the mention of him. “Hey, I’m okay.”

  He lets out a deep breath, his jaw clenched. “It fucking shatters me that he done that to you, baby. No one should ever do that to you. You’re so precious it hurts me, but it kills me when someone hurts you.”

  I can’t stop the tears in my eyes at his admission. “Gage,” I whisper. I pull him down to me needing to kiss him, to touch him. He kisses me back with the same ferocity, pulling me hard against him, my legs on either side of him on the bike.

  “Let’s go home so I can fuck you,” he growls in my ear for only me to hear.

  “Oh, I love the sound of that,” I practically moan to him. “Just the thought of you touching me has me destroyed.”

  His eyes flare. “Fuck.”

  He waves his arm letting everyone know to load up, the bikes start all in sync. The power of the bikes is something I will never forget, how it feels as though they vibrate the ground.

  The beautiful night is breathtaking and makes the journey home even more enjoyable and fly by quickly. I am more than ready to be home and snuggle in my bed with Gage.

  I almost made him carry me up the stairs since my butt and back are killing me from not being used to riding.

  My mind is playing over and over about why the Soulless Serpents MC president had such an agenda against me.

  The second I walked through the door he singled me out, pissing in the bottle for literally no reason. It’s puzzling.

  After showering, we collapse into bed. I’m staring at the ceiling and my mind is reeling through everything over and over to see if there is something I missed.

  “You okay?” Gage reaches under the blanket rubbing my side.

  I rub my tired eyes. “Don’t you think it was weird how he singled me out? He went to such an extreme of pissing in a bottle and trying to get it to me. He was starting with me from the get-go.”

  Gage is silent, thinking. “Fuck, I didn’t think of that.”

  “Tell me about the Soulless Serpents.” I’m itching to know more information so I can get onto my computer and research them.

  “They are not the best people, honestly, they’re evil. I have heard rumors of them kidnapping girls off the street and forcing them to sell themselves. It's bad.”

  My heart breaks to think if some girls have been forced into that life. I hope no one is suffering right now. “I hope that he doesn’t make it,” I confess, wishing that he was dead.

  “Me too.”

  I turn over and rest my head on Gage’s shoulder, sighing. “Goodnight.” I yawn.

  He runs his hand along my scalp and hair, making me sleepier. “Goodnight, baby.”

  * * *

  Gage

  Sleep doesn’t come for me for a long ass time. My mind keeps on pondering what the fuck happened and why he did that.

  I never thought that he had an agenda for her or something along those fucking lines.

  These fuckers have a long list of creating crime against women. We’ve had to step in and help the police find a couple of girls in their custody.

  It's fucking sick.

  The old president was killed and this was the first time I had met the new president. I tense up thinking about him fucking pissing in a bottle.

  He is a dead man, if he somehow survives this. I almost hope he does so I can make him pay for everything that he has done.

  CHAPTER 12

  River

  ONE MONTH LATER

  I turn over, grinning. Gage is currently biting at my belly. “What are you doing?” I ask as I lift my head to watch him.

  He winks at me. “Just a little breakfast to get a man going.” I laugh when he bites my inner thigh. “What’s the matter?” he asks biting harder. I squeal and push away from him.

  The blanket lands on the floor. I push at him with my toes and he just buries his face deeper, digging into my other thigh.

  Tears are rolling down my face.

  Gage finally relents, moving up the bed to kiss me. “I needed my good morning kiss.” He kisses me and I sigh, burying my hands in his hair.

  This past month has been the best of my life, getting adjusted to living and working here in Graceland, Texas. I love the office the guys set up at the club for me and I have Penelope keeping me company all day long.

  Gage’s lips drift from my lips to my neck and I tilt my hips wanting to feel him rubbing against me.

  He looks between our bodies as I reach down and help guide him inside of me. The slow burn and stretch of him never gets old.

  “God, you were made for me,” he groans.

  “I am yours.” Saying those words really gets him going and he immediately slams into me, showing exactly how much I am his.

  He reaches between our bodies, pinching my clit and I scream at the sensation. My legs straighten from the intensity of the orgasm.

  He doesn’t stop, hammering into me harder and harder until any sound that comes from me isn’t controlled.

  “One more time!” he demands.

  I nod, tilting my hips, bringing him deeper. He is hitting my cervix and as painful as it is, it’s also very intoxicating.

  I gasp, my eyes rolling back, my whole body shaking, stiffening and then I fall with him.

  His whole body locks up, filling me to the brim. I lift my legs bringing him closer to me.

  “I will never grow tired of being woken up like this.”

  He kisses my cheek. “Anytime.”

  I laugh, this is happiness. I was happy and I had a good life, but life didn’t begin until I met Gage.

  He completes me in a way I never thought someone could or even would. I love him, but I haven’t told him yet.

  I know he loves me; I can see it every time he looks at me. I can feel it when he touches me. The way he protects me from literally everything.

  He kisses my forehead, gently sliding out of me. “Didn’t hurt you?” He feels the need to ask me every time.

  “No, baby, not at all.”

  He gets a disappointed look on his face. “I didn’t get to eat…”

  Our bedroom door flies open and I scream in shock. Gage grabs the gun off the nightstand next to the bed, whirls around and shoots at the person who just broke in.

  They duck at the last second and disappear down the stairs screaming.

  Recognizing the voice, I scream in horror. “Oh my God! That was my dad!!”

  “I am going to kill him for busting in our room like that.” Gage slips on a pair of sweatpants, running out of the room after my dad with the gun still in his hands.

  Oh shit.

  I hurry and get dressed, my heart pounding in my chest at everything that just went down.

  My dad has a horrible habit of not giving anyone boundaries.

  I run down the stairs. “Baby, tell me you didn’t just run down the fucking stairs,” Gage scolds me, taking my hand worried that I will fall.

  I tripped over a shoe once and he’s got it in his mind that I will fall and break my neck at any minute.

  I look around the room for my dad who is lying on his back on the couch, a pillow over his face.

  “Gage, did you kill him?” I scream and run over to my dad, tearing the pillow off his face.

  He looks at me and looks like he is going to cry. “Gage, he is about to cry.” I reach for my dad to try to hug him.

  The crying face drops when he sees Gage standing next to me. “What the fuck? Don’t touch her!” He rips my hand out of Gage’s.

  “What is wrong with you two!? You guys are driving me nuts.” I glare and sit down on the edge of the couch feeling kind of lightheaded from all the adrenaline.

  “Of course I am going to touch her, she is mine. Dad or not, I will knock you the fuck out if you touch her again,” Gage grumbles, getting in my dad’s face when he stands up.

  I take out my phone and text Jessica, telling her that they are fighting again. They fight at least once a week, but this is the first time he caught us naked together in bed.

  “If you learn to fucking knock like a fucking human then you wouldn’t see shit you don’t want to see.”

  I bite my lips watching wide-eyed at these two. “Well, she is my daughter. If I want to see her, I will. She shouldn’t be doing what she is doing anyway. She is too young to even know what that is,” my dad says with such conviction.

  I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

  “Well come the fuck on if you want to, next time I won’t miss.” Gage steps closer, they are nose to nose.

  The door opens and Reaper comes in with some donuts that he owes me. I bet him that I could beat him at pool and he lost, of course.

  Reaper sets the donuts in my lap; I open the box and get excited at the sight of donuts from the bakery in town. “You’re my favorite person right now.”

  Gage’s head snaps over, glaring. “What the fuck are you doing bringing my woman donuts?” Gage turns his focus to Reaper.

  “Gage, I beat him in pool and his payment was to bring me donuts.”

  He leans over to me, kissing the top of my head and sits down on the other side of me.

  Reaper is like the brother I never had; he doesn’t speak but every ten years, but I get his vibe.

  Also, I won on purpose so he would go to the bakery to see the cutest girl that owns it, she is so sweet and kind. I love her.

  Reaper and her would be so cute together, so I plan on sending him there every chance I get until he gets the courage to ask her, which will probably happen every ten years.

  Gage reaches into the box and hands my dad a donut as a peace offering. “Dad, moral of the story is don’t walk in shut rooms without knocking.”

  He sits down in front of us, eating his donut. “Yeah, I fucking got that. His ass is burned into my eyeballs.”

  I burst out laughing. “Well, you learned your lesson Dad, I’ve warned you.”

  He glares at me. “When do I listen to you?”

  I roll my eyes and take a bite of the chocolate donut. “Dad, why are you here anyway?” I ask.

  He reaches into his back pocket and hands me a folder. I push the donuts in Reaper’s lap and open the folder.

  “Why did you pick up a case for Terror’s mom?” I ask him, studying over the details. She is wanting to find long-lost siblings, by the looks of it.

  He shrugs, smirking. “This is not one your usual cases,” I mention to him and he just smiles wider.

  “How much is she paying you for this?” I ask, flipping through the pages. I know Gage is confused; I don’t think it was ever brought up what my dad did.

  “My dad is a man for hire. He finds people who are missing, helps women start their life over after domestic violence,” I explain quickly. “How much is she paying?”

  He winks at me. “She’s not paying me a cent.”

  “How did she find you?” I ask, being nosey.

  “Darlin, I stopped at her diner for dinner on the way to my house. Me and Marie are seeing each other.”

  I almost fall off the couch. Gage’s eyes are bugging out of his head and Reaper is shocked too. “Better not tell Terror, hell all of the guys think of her as their mom.”

  “What the fuck are you doing with her?” Reaper asks and I almost pass out from shock. That is the most words that he has ever said at one time.

  “She is my woman; she just doesn’t know it,” my dad explains. He stands up and walks to me, kissing the top of my head. “Do the research for me, baby girl. She is important to me and I want you to know that.”

  I stand up and hug him. “I am happy for you, Dad; she is such a sweet lady. I loved her when I met her.”

  He hugs me back tightly. “She is.” This is the softest I have seen him in a long time, a far cry when he first got here.

  One day I’m worried him and Gage won’t stop and hurt each other. Then I will have to kill them both for hurting each other.

  “Thanks for the donuts.” I thank Reaper and take another one out of the box. “I need to get started on this case.”

  I yawn stretching my arms over my head. I have been searching the internet for hours trying to find her sister.

 

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