28. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Harley
Everything is fucked. I’ve got Amber’s parents breathing down my neck about her missing. I’ve gotta play worried boyfriend in public. I’m fucking tired and worried. I went to pick up Presley yesterday only to find her not there. Her phone kept going straight to voicemail and no one could find her for hours.
It wasn’t until Axel texted me to let me know she was home and safe. He said he would be back after she went to sleep. He came home hours ago only for me to get a call from the girl in question to pick her up. I don’t know what happened yesterday, but I’m going to fucking find out. I’ve about had enough with all the secrets.
Pulling up to her house, she steps out the front door and down the steps, climbing into my truck.
“Hey,” She says and I nod, not saying a word. She shuts the door and puts her seatbelt on as I back out of her driveway, getting back on the main road.
“You’re not speaking to me?” She asks and I sigh.
“What the fuck happened yesterday Pres? I was fucking worried.” I spit and she flinches at my tone.
“Jacob Lee is what happened, but I don’t want to talk about it yet. Can we go through the pharmacy drive thru? I need to pick up my pills.” She says and I nod.
“Sure. So you couldn’t call and tell me that?” I say and she shakes her head, fiddling with her hoodie. She’s nervous and I don’t fucking like it.
“My phone died right after we hung up and he made me go with him.” She says, but I’m not sure I believe her with all the fidgeting she’s doing since she got into the truck.
“If that’s your story.” I say and she huffs, turning to me.
“I’m fucking sorry. Okay? Just let it go.” She shouts and I side eye her pulling to a red light.
“Sorry I fucking worry about you. Shoot me.” I say, turning to her.
“You don’t have to worry about me, old man. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” She states and I laugh. She narrows her eyes and I laugh harder.
“Take care of yourself? That's a joke.” I spit and she punches my arm.
“Been doing it for years, but I guess you've been too far up Amber's rancid cunt to notice.” She spits and I growl, pulling the truck over into an abandoned parking lot. Putting it in park, I turn to her and wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her to me.
“I pay attention, Presley. Maybe too much, because when I can’t find the girl that I can’t stop thinking about, my mind gets a little crazy and I start to self-destruct. By the way, you owe me a new dining room set.” I smirk, licking my lips.
“Y-you can’t stop thinking about me?” She stammers as I look into her gorgeous sea green eyes before my gaze drops down to her sweet lips. Fuck it.
Slamming my mouth against hers, she moans, pulling me closer to her as she slides her hands through my hair, taking out my bun. I bite down on her lip, causing her to gasp as I slide my tongue into her sinful mouth, exploring every fucking part of it. I groan as she pulls my hair, climbing into my lap, and grinding against my hard cock. Sucking her tongue into my mouth, I grab her hips, rocking them against me.
Her whole body shivers, grinding down harder on me as I continue to taste her. She wraps her hand around my throat, squeezing as she thrusts harder along my cock. My hands leave her hips and up the back of her hoodie, gripping her shoulder blades the faster her hips move. Fuck, this girl is going to make me cum in my jeans. Her pace picks up as her lips leave mine, only to throw her head back, moaning.
“Oh…oh my god. Harley. I’m so fucking close.” She whimpers as I bring my hands around to her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“Yes, yes. Fuck.” She moans. I bite her chin as I thrust up and she slams down, grinding harder and harder as her body shivers.
“Fuck, Pres. I’m going to cum so fucking hard. Don’t stop rolling those hips baby. Fuck.” I growl as she rolls them faster, screaming her release.
“I’m cumming so fucking hard, fuck,” she groans as my balls lift.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk.” I growl, pinching her nipples as my cock jerks in my jeans and warm cum soaks my boxers and stomach. Grabbing her face, I suck her lips and lift her shirt, biting her nipples through her bra and rubbing my face between her perfect fucking tits. Leaning back I look into her eyes and growl.
“That wasn’t enough, Pres. I need to feel how fucking tight you are. I need to hear every fucking whine, every fucking whimper leave those perfect fucking lips as I fuck your pussy and bite those nipples. I need it all, baby, and I need it now.”
“Fucking hell, Harley. You’re damn right it wasn’t enough. Now take me to your bed and show me how bad you want me.” She orders and I toss her sexy ass off my lap and a giggle pours from her throat as I start the truck, putting it in drive and high-tailing it out of the deserted parking lot.
Driving down the main road, I notice a blacked out SUV on my tail so I turn down the next side street, but it’s still on my ass. What the fuck? I speed up trying to lose them, but they slam into the back of me as Presley screams.
Slamming on the brakes, I throw my truck in park and look in my rearview mirror. The SUV also stops but a limo pulls in front of me blocking my exit as men come to both my windows holding Ak-47’s.
“What the hell is going on?” She asks, but I stay deathly still.
“I’m not sure, but we are about to find out.” I grit, as the goon taps the barrel of his gun against my window. Opening the door, he grabs my arm, roughly hauling me out of the truck.As he starts dragging me to the limo, someone opens the door stepping out. Shiny black loafers hit the pavement as he stands, buttoning his suit jacket. Great.
“Good Afternoon, Mr. Cyprus. I see you have something of mine.” He says.
“Mr. Radley. I’m not sure what you mean.” I reply, tightening my jaw.
“You know, I enjoy working with you, son, and I don’t want our long standing business deals to go astray since I have the utmost respect for your late grandfather, but the girl is mine.” He says, plastering a smile on his face that I’d love to fucking rearrange.
“I understand that she dates your son, but she’s not property. She’s a young lady who has choices in her life. You, nor your son, get to take that away from her.” I spit, my patience dwindling by the second the longer I stand here and look at his smug expression.
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. You see, there are things you don’t know and won’t understand. Seeing that even your mother and her best friends couldn’t fulfill the shoes they were given, it’s now her turn. So, if you will bring her to me, I’ll be on my way.” He simply states, and my mind begins to whirl with the little bit of information he just handed me that involves my mother along with the rest of the founding families. I can’t think about that, and I’m sure as shit not going to just give Presley up. He’s out of his goddamn mind.
“And if I refuse?” I say and he nods as the cold barrel of the gun is pressed against my temple. Fuck.
“For one, I will kill you on the spot and two, I’ll rip everything away that you worked so hard to build. It will all just go poof . And might I add, I know exactly what your brothers did to my son. All I have to do is say the word and they will go away for life. Then who will protect little Axel?” He smiles sinisterly. It takes everything I have, everything I am, to not say a fucking word, even if I want to fucking slaughter every single one of these motherfuckers for threatening my family.
“Fine.” I say through gritted teeth as the barrel of the gun pushes my head, causing me to walk back to the truck. Her eyes collide with mine and I frown, knowing I’m handing her over to the devil himself. She will never forgive me for this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Opening the door, I place my hand out for her to grab as tears fall down her cheeks. God, I want nothing more than to wipe them away and run with her, but I can’t, not with the gun pressing against the back of my head.
“I’m sorry. You have to go with them or they will kill me on the spot and put my brothers in jail. I can’t leave Axel unprotected.” I confess and she nods, wiping her cheeks. Grabbing her bag, she takes my hand and climbs out of the truck.
“It’s okay. I understand.” She whispers as I walk her to the limo and place her hand into his. He takes it and she gasps as he quickly moves to throw her into the limo. I take a step closer but the gun cocks.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you. We will be in touch soon,” he says, unbuttoning his suit jacket and sliding back into the car, shutting the door.
I watch as he leaves, wishing there was something I could do. As I watch the tail lights start to fade, the barrel is removed from my head only to slam against my temple, blurring my vision. I stumble as he does it again, only this time, black dots litter my eyes as my knees hit the pavement and I fall face first onto the concrete. My vision goes black as I watch the limo disappear.
Holding my head, I wait a few minutes for my vision to clear as the squeal of tires sound in the distance.
Getting up, I manage to get in my truck and find the strength to head home. The need to get all my brothers home and tell them what happened so we can come up with a plan weighs heavy on my mind.
After what feels like forever I arrive home, shut the truck off, climb out and stomp up the stairs, swinging the front door open.
Stepping inside, I grab the back of the couch and lift, tossing it across the living room. I roar in anger before walking over to the coffee table and smashing my fists right through the glass. Heavy feet come rushing down the stairs as I continue to tear up the house in a fit of rage. Strong arms grab me and throw me against the wall, pressing his forearms against my chest.
“Calm the fuck down.” Braxton growls as Rick flies down the stairs.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asks and I growl.
“Ease up. I’m fine.” I say to Braxton and he releases me. I pace the room, pulling at my hair. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve done something. Anything.
“Harley. Fucking spill, brother. What the hell happened to you?” Brax growls and I pull at my hair again.
“I swear to god, I will fucking lose it if you don’t fucking say something Harls.” Rick spits and I stop, spinning towards them.
“Fuck!” I roar as I rear back and punch through the drywall. “I gave her to the devil. I let her go. She’s his and now I don’t know what the fuck to do!” I spit. Rick’s eyes narrow and Brax’s fists tighten.
“Who?” Rick asks.
“Presley.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Where is she?” Brax growls.
“Radley pulled me over at gunpoint and threatened to kill me. He said he’d put all of you in jail and leave Axel unprotected if I didn’t hand her over. So I did.” I admit as Rick falls to his knees. Brax doesn’t say anything, just stares at me in disbelief.
“I’m so sorry. I failed her. I failed all of us. Fuck! We need to get her back.” I say as Casp storms through the door stopping in his tracks.
“What the fuck is going on?” He questions, but I shake my head.
“Well, if you assholes aren’t going to tell me, then fine, but you all need to see this.” He says, taking out his phone as we all look at the screen. He presses play and my whole world spins at what I see.
“No…no fucking way.” Rick says as I take a step back.
“That can’t be true.” Brax says as his twin growls.
“It seems our girl has been keeping a very big fucking secret. She’s a fucking escort for the founding families and she enjoys it. She’s a fucking liar and a fake.” He spits, but that doesn’t make sense, not in the least bit. I need to sit down and think.
Fuck. This is about to rock everyone to their core, especially Axel. Fuck.