30. Chapter Thirty
Nico
I paced the bedroom, my heart racing. Marcos and Jason had Maya sandwiched between them, buried under the blankets, but she was pale and still unconscious.
Muttering to myself, I tried to make sense of the situation. “We took it too far tonight. It was too much.”
I felt like I was spiraling. My head was a mess. “It wasn’t right. I should have safe worded.”
“Dagger, man,” Marcos snapped. “Get it together.”
I shook my head, running my hands through my long-disheveled hair. I had heard of Dom-drop before, but I never experienced it. I never thought it would happen to me.
Maya let out a low whimper that had me spinning on my heel. I could barely see her though, Jason and Marcos had her so thoroughly surrounded. I moved closer, trying to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face.
I moved toward the bed as Maya lifted her head, looking around. “Nic,” she murmured.
“I’m here, little dreamer. I’m here.” I kneeled on the bed and reached for her hand. She laced her cold fingers through mine and held on weakly.
“Here,” Marcos said. He nodded toward his spot.
I didn’t ask questions, I ripped my shirt over my head and immediately shimmied out of my jeans, before I quickly changed places with Marcos. “Hey, little dreamer,” I murmured. I found myself feeling better, now that I held her in my arms.
“Hey Nic.” Her voice was low, sluggish; her speech slightly slurred.
I was so fucking scared. “We should take her to the hospital.”
“She’ll be fine,” Marcos snapped. “Just keep her warm.”
I shook my head, but did as I was told. I hugged her close to my naked body, as shivers slowly wracked her body. She was warming up. She would be ok.
She would be ok.
Maya
I woke slowly the next morning, feel disorientated.
My head was pounding and my mouth was dry.
I rolled over in bed, surprised to find myself alone.
What the fuck ? I remembered Marcos carrying me inside last night after our scene in the woods, remembered how freaked out my guys had been, Nico especially.
Why the fuck weren’t they still in bed with me?
I reached out for my phone on the nightstand, finding it plugged in, in its usual spot. I typed in her passcode quickly and checked the time. Ten-thirty a.m., on a Friday. Did my guys go to work and leave me alone?
There was a text message on my phone, so I quickly opened it, hoping it was from one of them. Sure enough, a message from Marcos was sitting there.
Marcos :
Sorry to not be there this morning, Mia Vida. Duty calls at the club. We’ll see you tonight for the party at the clubhouse.
I huffed and tossed my phone. Straight to the point with him. No point arguing or writing back. Club came first for my guys. Always.
I laid back down, my body achy and feeling weak. Tears welled my eyes at the thought of being alone and unable to make it to the bathroom. I was so thirsty and my head was killing me. I just wanted some water and ibuprofen, but the bathroom was so far away.
Marcos’s words popped into my head at that moment . “Maybe we need to reevaluate our relationship? Maybe it’s time to renegotiate things? Because this isn’t working on our end.”
Is that why they weren’t here? Did they need space?
Away from me? Did I fuck up that badly, that they really wanted to renegotiate things?
And what wasn’t working for them? The whole thing was so out of left field to me.
We had been SOLID for the last two years. Never fought, never really even argued.
Marcos could be a controlling hot head sometimes, but I usually just safe-worded him back into the realm of decency. It was a wake-up call for him when he was getting a little too over the top possessive.
Jason too could be a little much too, though he usually saw reason without me needing to safe-word out of our twenty-four-seven dynamic.
Nico though, Nico I didn’t have to do anything special to get him to understand when things were just too much. I was surprised by him the most. Why didn’t he tell those guys to fuck off? Why wasn’t he here this morning?
The club. The Devil’s Psychos Motorcycle Club always came first. Always.
I had been mostly ok with it, until now. It had never come first before something as monumental as taking care of me post hypothermia though.
My stomach rolled. I was going to be sick.
I lurched out of bed, barely managed to grab the small bedroom garbage can before my stomach heaved.
I didn’t have anything in my belly though, other than stomach bile.
My entire abdomen clenched in pain as I continued to dry heave.
I was sobbing by the time I finished. I needed water, I was so dehydrated.
Moaning, I forced myself to my feet. If the guys weren’t here to help me, I would have to help myself. First, I needed to brush my teeth, drink a gallon of water, then raid the medicine cabinet. From there, I needed a shower and food. I would put on my big girl panties, and bitch the fuck up.
Then I would tear into my men when I next saw them. How dare they leave me alone like this. There would definitely have to be some renegotiations and reevaluations of our relationship, for sure. Otherwise, I wasn’t sure this would be working out much longer for me.
Today was unacceptable.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here, Little Rabbit?” His nasally voice sent shivers down my spine. I froze where I stood in front of the freezer section of the grocery store.
After managing to shower and ingest an IV bag of saline from my medical kit, I felt good enough to grocery shopping and pick up a couple things for dinner. Because low and behold, there wasn’t anything to eat in the house. If I didn’t shop, there was no food.
The very last thing I needed was to run into the very man who had shot two of my guys, just a couple days ago. Ice chilled my veins as I looked over my shoulder to find Dax Hillcrest in the flesh. Turning, so he wasn’t at my back, I realized he had boxed me in against the freezers.
Towering over me, Dax looked menacing as hell in his black hoody and jeans.
Even his boots were black. There was a black bandanna around his neck, like he had pulled it down from around his face, so I could see him clearly.
The bright florescent lights of the grocery store glinted of the milky white of his ruined eye, the jagged scar still as puffy and red as it had been the night I saw him kill the mayor—worse, if possible, under the lights.
Terrified and still not feeling great, I didn’t have my guard up, my shields in place. I was not ready to deal with this man. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice cracking .
He chuckled softly. “Besides your boyfriends dead?”
I gulped as tears began to well in my eyes.
Dax reached out and ran a finger along the low cut of my tank top, his rough finger skimming across my skin. “I could settle for you.” He smirked down at me.
Repulsion ripped through me. I fought off the urge to gag as my stomach rolled.
I ground my teeth, forcing myself to breathe, to think.
Come on, Maya . Reminding myself I was still in the middle of a grocery store, I pushed passed Dax, hitting him with my shoulder.
“You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like me. ”
His deep answering laugh was the thing of nightmares.
Something I was sure would stay with me for years to come.
“I know exactly what to do with a whore like you. My crew is begging me to let them have you. You like multiple men at one time, right? Sounds like I’d be doing you a favor. Give you a real gangbang.”
I gulped, terrified.
“Or you could leave town,” he continued, stepping closer. “You leave town, leave those three guys behind and never look back. Then I will stop messing with you, and I won’t kill the three of them… or your parents.”
A gasp left my lips as my eyes widened.
“What do you think of that idea, Little Rabbit? Starting to see the bigger picture yet? ”
I nodded minutely. I was starting the see the bigger picture here and I knew my men were not safe if I stayed.
“You have two days to decide. After that, I’m going after all three of them.” Dax backed away then, turn away and leaving.
My body shook as I stood there, utterly lost. Fight or flight, huh? What about utterly frozen and helpless? I knew for certain though, Dax Hillcrest would kill my guys and my parents if I didn’t leave.
I had to make a choice: tell my guys, or leave them forever.
After I made sure to eat something, I dressed into something sexy—at least as sexy as I was feeling at the moment.
Still feeling lethargic and not right from the scene the night before, I had a feeling I was deep into sub-drop after not receiving the proper after-care from my guys.
Even with adequate after-care, there was a chance that I still might have dropped due to the intensity of the scene.
I dressed in a slinky silver top that was cut low but still hugged my tits, despite the mostly open back. I paired it with a pair of leather pants, as I wasn’t in the mood for a skirt. I had a feeling I would be grabbing one of the guys’ sweatshirts from their dorm room at the clubhouse anyways.
I drove myself to the party at the clubhouse.
I didn’t like having to rely on the guys for a ride, especially if they started drinking and couldn’t take me home.
Lots of party nights they hosted out of town clubs, which made it impossible for them to leave.
My work schedule was always funky, so I didn’t always want to spend the night, knowing I wouldn’t get a good night’s rest.
The clubhouse in downtown Creekton was run down and lit up like the fourth of July.
Patched bikers were milling around the main parking lot and down the sidewalk.
Music blared from speakers inside and scantily clad women walked around in sky high heels.
I didn’t usually feel out of place, but tonight with my mood, I really wasn’t feeling this place.
I hadn’t heard from my guys all day. Nothing past the text from Marcos, telling me to be at the party that night. From the looks of things, there were a couple out of town clubs in town. It always made me uneasy when other clubs were in town and I walked through the clubhouse alone.
I still wasn’t inked with the guys’ names—something that was a slight contention in our relationship. I didn’t see what the big deal was, they felt like it was a marriage proposal, so they weren’t there yet.
Another thing, I might have to reevaluate in our relationship.
Entering the clubhouse, I was hit with a wall of heat, that immediately made my stomach clench.
Hot and sticky was the last thing I wanted to deal with tonight when I already felt like shit.
I should just turn around and go home, text my guys that I didn’t feel well and call it a night. They could get over themselves .
Instead, I powered on, weaving through the maelstrom of bodies as I searched the room for my three men.
It wasn’t long before I found them holding court around a pool table in the corner.
There were a couple guys around them, joking around and playing pool as well, but the kicker, the real fucking kick in the stomach for me?
The blond bimbo that was hanging off of Marcos’s arm and his crooked ass smile as he stared down at her, entertaining her. Dressed in nothing but a string bikini top, and the shortest damn jean skirt I had ever seen, the bitch was looking for an easy fuck.
And Marcos was entertaining her. Allowing her to touch him.
Over my dead body.
At my absolute wits end, I stormed across the clubhouse barroom, not giving a flying fuck who I bumped into as I charged toward Marcos and the fucking whore hanging off his arm.
It happened fast, before Marcos could even realize I was there. I grabbed the bitch by a fistful of hair and yanked her backwards away from Marcos. Yells went up around us, but the blond turned on me, sneering, and pushed me away.
“Well, well, well. If isn’t the Psycho’s whore,” the woman spat. Her brown eyebrows didn’t match her hair—typical. “I hear half the club’s been between your legs.”
I growled at the skank. “Bet half the city’s been between yours.”
The skank tried to push me backward, but I stood my ground, waiting .
“Why would I, when I already have a man?” She chuckled softly, circling me. She kept her voice low so no one around us could hear.
I turned with her, never taking my eye off the bitch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Marcos crossing his arms over his chest as he took in the scene before him; Jason and Nico beside him, both men watching carefully.
“Maybe you’re familiar with him? He’s awfully interested in making you his play thing.” She laughed again.
I narrowed my glare at her as I froze up. I had a feeling I knew exactly where this was going.
“Caught on, did you? Yeah, Dax said he saw you today. Said you looked really nice, all frozen like a deer in the headlights at the grocery store… kinda like you are right now.”
Her little smirk set me over the edge. I growled, baring my teeth.
“Yeah, he said he can’t wait to kill your guys, so he can share your skanky body with his crew.”
The words barely left the bitch’s mouth, before I was charging her.
I tackled her into the pool table, slamming her twig body hard against the graphite surface before I pounded her face with my fist. Hit after hit, I rained down on the stupid bitch, until I felt something give way beneath my knuckles. An orbital socket maybe?
Someone was screaming as hands grabbed me roughly, yanking me off the beat-to-shit whore on the table.
A pool of blood spread around her head. She wasn’t moving.
I didn’t care though. I wrestled against the three guys pulling me away, until I was pulled out a fire exit and pushed into the cool night air of the parking lot.
Someone was still screaming. It took me a moment to realize it was me.
“Enough!” Marcos roared, getting in my face.
“Fuck you!” I roared back, pushing him in the chest. “Fuck you! Red! Fuck you, I’m done.” I backed away from him quickly.
“Maya!” Jason shouted, stepping toward me.
“I said Red. No. I’m done with this shit. So fucking done.” I shook my head, catching Nico watching me solemnly.
“Maya,” Nico murmured almost inaudibly.
“Fuck you too,” I spat at him.
I turned away from my men, hair whipping in the wind, and stormed off toward my Civic. Not for the first time that day, I wondered just what this meant for our relationship.
Reevaluate and renegotiate.