Chapter 2
Nicky
Jin: Remember your place, Son, and don’t disappoint me. Be at the dock’s warehouse in two days at eight o'clock sharp. Bring the girl.
I’ve read and reread the text from Jin over a dozen times. Doesn’t matter that I’ve already seen it, my fingers are gripping my phone so tightly that I’m surprised I haven't cracked the screen. I’ve put up with a lot of his shit through the years, always bowing my head and obeying, like any good son would do.
No more.
Part of it has to do with Tillie. She’s opened my eyes, like I’ve been sleepwalking my whole life. For someone so tiny and fragile-looking, she’s one of the bravest motherfuckers I know. We all have our stories… and the shit we’ve been through. There's just something about her facing all her fears, after being knocked down so many times, that makes me want to keep getting up each day to see her take down everyone in her path.
I want to do better, be someone that she and Tey can look at, and know I will never run. I’ll be right here, through thick and thin. Even Logan and Dalton need to feel secure, that when a moment comes and they have to leave their backs exposed, they need to know I've got them. Fuck it. Dom too. How he stares at Tillie tells me he’s in it for the long haul. Sometimes you just know from the first glance that one person is going to change your fucking life.
So having Jin tell me to bring Tillie to the auction, like she’s only good for one thing because she’s a woman, makes me want to murder him, gouge his eyes out for even staring in her direction, and have his tongue ripped out for telling me who’s good for me. You can’t help what the heart wants, and the small organ in my chest wants to devour Tey and Tillie, locking them up tight so they’ll never leave me.
I realize I’m staring off into space, not paying attention to whatever lecture our calculus teacher is droning on about when my phone pings with a notification. The teacher keeps talking, pretending she doesn’t see me with my cell out and not listening to a word she says. She knows better than to try anything with me. All the staff knows who my family is and no one wants the triad coming after them. It’s usually done at night, involving a death you never see coming, like sleeping peacefully in your own bed until you wake up gasping for air as a knife slides along your throat, ending your miserable life.
I huff a sigh and pray for my own sanity that it’s not Jin messaging me again. Leaning my elbows on the desk, I bring my cell up to my face and arch a brow when I see a video in the group text.
What is Tey up to? Doesn’t he have a class with Tillie right now? Turning down the volume, I push play and almost fall out of my seat. I’m not sure if I blink or even breathe, all my focus is on the screen as the video starts playing. The first thing I notice is Tillie in the front seat of my car in only her bra and skirt. Her head is tilted as she stares at Tey, confusion in her brown eyes right before a small smirk graces her plump lips. That smile is naughty, devilish, and sinful. I watch, as if transfixed, unable to look away as she swings her leg over to the other seat and braces herself over my stick shift. My pants become tight, my cock straining against the zipper as she slowly lowers herself, her pussy lips stretching over the gearshift as she fucks herself on it.
I’m going to kill Tey for this. Are there panties in her hair? It’s obvious they fucked and he’s torturing me. He was supposed to wait for me so we could fuck her together. Is he pissed at me? They’re both playing a very dangerous game, and their punishment will not be light for what I have in mind.
My chair squeaks against the floor as I suddenly stand up and walk out of the classroom without saying a word. By the time I’m in the hallway, the video has ended and bubbles are popping up as someone texts.
Dalton: Fuck me hard. I’m supposed to be heading to a church meeting but change of plans. Ever been fucked on a motorcycle, little bitch? You're about to.
Logan: You're dead, Tey. If anyone saw her like this, I’m burning their eye sockets out and having you dig your own grave. No one looks at what’s ours.
Dom: GET TO THE PARKING LOT NOW!!
My heart starts racing at Dom’s text. I expected him to tell Tillie how beautiful she looks, but instead, his message sounds frantic.
Down the hall, a door smashes outwards and my head snaps up to see Logan running towards the front of the school. I don’t hesitate to follow after him as I run to catch up, but I slow down for a second as Paris and her two friends drag her down the hallway between them. One of the girls holds paper towels under a bloody nose as they disappear into the nurse’s office. I shake my head to clear it as my thoughts run wild, the fast beating of my heart telling me just how Paris got the two black eyes with a busted-up nose. I slam through the double glass doors into the California sunshine, sure that Tillie knows why. It’s a gut feeling, and if true, there’s going to be hell to pay.
It’s blistering hot as I sprint outside and around the corner towards the parking lot on the side of the school, passing a shit ton of fancy cars until I see my Nissan come into view. My breath saws in and out, taking in the scene with one glance. I feel like I’m about to explode out of my body in rage, destroying everything in my path. One of Dom’s members is pacing back and forth, talking on his phone in rapid Spanish as Logan kneels down next to the dead gang member who is bleeding all over the parking lot. I bend down next to my car and pick up Tey’s unicorn, carefully placing it in my pocket before surveying the inside of my car without touching anything.
I’m going to get the prints of every fucker who touched my car and bury them alive with only enough oxygen to make their death slow.
“Mother fucking asswipes!” Logan spits out in fury, kicking the gang member over and over, even though he’s dead.
“Don’t touch anything!” I bark at him, gesturing for him to take over looking for anything in the car that might help.
He kicks one more time and takes a deep breath while shoving his fingers through his hair so not one piece is out of place. A show of calm and collected, but he’s anything but that.
“You!” Logan narrows his eyes and strides over to one of Dom’s guys who’s currently freaking out and keeps making a sign of the cross over his chest. “What the fuck happened?” Logan growls, grabbing the guy by his collar and snarling in his face.
I walk around my car and pop the trunk, moving the tarp and shovel out of the way until I find my extra laptop tucked away in a safe case. Never know when you might need it since I’m always breaking into shit and destroying lives from behind my computer screen.
“I was just watching the girl like Dom ordered since he couldn’t be here, but then she started having s–sex. I didn’t watch! I–I was tr–trying to keep myself busy as they were having fun in the car. By the time I saw them throwing the girl and guy in the trunk, I was too far away.” Logan pushes the babbling gang member away in disgust and starts swearing in Italian, reaching for his gun as if he might just kill the guy right here and now.
“Logan, call Dalton. He’s blowing up our phones, freaking the fuck out,” I mutter, giving him something to do so he doesn’t lose it and my phone won’t stop vibrating in my pants pocket.
Unzipping my case, I pull my laptop out and get right to work. Hacking into the school campus security cameras takes only seconds, it’s sometimes too easy. I need to hack into the Pentagon or something to make it a challenge, but that’s for another day. I block out Logan growling and cursing into his phone and everything else around me as I pull up the video feed, saving it to my drive and wiping the original from the school computers.
Can’t have them seeing the dead body or Logan who’s about to murder one of Dom’s guys. His father's reach can only go so far. The FBI is a different aspect that Franco hasn’t dipped his hands in… yet. At this point, I don’t think either of our fathers gives a shit about us and would let us take any downfall to save their own asses.
Leaning against the trunk of my car, I rewind the footage and feel my cock twitch in my pants as I zoom in on my car about thirty minutes ago. Tillie’s riding Tey in my backseat like her life depends on him, rutting against him so hard that my back tires bounced in a hypnotic rhythm each time she slid down on Tey’s cock. I didn’t have to zoom in to see what they were up to. Honestly, I just want to watch.
Taking a deep breath, I fast-forward, groaning as I look at the time to see how long they were roughly fucking. I push play as Tillie climbs into my front seat, saying something to Tey as he lounges in the back. I already know what I’m going to see, but I can’t look away. Tillie grins and gets into position over my stick shift, lowering herself with her head tossed back in pleasure.
I grind my teeth, loving the look of heat and desire crossing over her face.
“What the fuck is taking so long?!” Logan pants next to my ear like an angry bull before he turns my computer towards him to get a look at what has captivated me so much.
Guess I’ve been standing still without saying or moving for a while. My pulse races and my whole body locks up tight. I have a very sudden urge to tie Tillie and Tey up, hold them captive in the sweetest torture for fucking without me.
“What did Dom’s guy say?” I clear my throat and yank my computer out of his grip, fast-forwarding before I get distracted again by Tillie’s sweet pussy and Tey’s big dick.
“Nothing. Fucker fell asleep on the job. Just woke up to them gone and a dead body left behind. I’ll let Dom handle him.” I glance away from the screen for a split second, seeing Logan’s hands shaking.
I get it. I want them both back, and if anything happens to them… may God have mercy on the fucker’s poor soul for touching what’s ours.
There’s a rumble of motorcycles as Dalton and some of his club members enter the school parking lot. We’ll most likely have students glancing out the windows soon to see what’s happening. Before that happens, we need to get the body out of here.
I watch as Dalton comes to a halt a few feet away and swings his leg off his bike, marching over to us with a murderous expression.
“I’m out of this fucking school for two days and you fuckers can’t keep an eye on my little bitch. Where the hell is she?!” Dalton is shouting at this point and getting in Logan’s face like it’s all his fault.
Logan stands up straighter, his expression darkening as he steps closer to Dalton and shoves him back a step.
“Fuck you. Just, fuck you!”
Logan is losing it. His shirt is wrinkled, which has never had a crease in it since I’ve known him. He likes things clean and in order to have some control in his life, but that control he holds on to so tightly is slowly slipping from his grasp.
I pause the video and use my hands to pull them apart before they start swinging fists at each other.
“Knock it off. We don't have time for this shit show,” I state in a calm voice, even though I’m anything but.
The sound of screeching tires pulls our attention towards a Dodge Challenger slamming into the middle of the parking lot, and as the door opens, Dom steps out. He leaves the door open and the engine running as he walks over to the guy who was supposed to be watching our girl. Without stopping or saying anything, Dom pulls out a gun with a silencer on it from the back of his pants and shoots the guy point-blank in the forehead.
“Son of a bitch. Axel, Lucky, carry the two bodies to Dom’s trunk and get rid of the rest of the evidence. Not a drop of blood is to be left behind.” Dalton barks out orders, running a hand down his face in irritation.
“Just play the fucking video,” Logan rasps out, stepping towards the back of my car again with Dalton hot on his heels.
Breathing through my nose, I place the laptop on the surface of my trunk and wait for Dom to join the three of us. No point in replaying it again. It’s just wasting time when we could already be on our way to rescuing Tillie and Tey.
“This video better have some answers or I’m going to go on a killing spree,” Dom says, buttoning his suit jacket with his jaw clenched.
My fingers fly over the keyboard and I try to pull up audio as the video starts playing again, but these types of cameras don’t come with the ability for us to listen in.
Fuck.
Still, we all watch as a shitty-ass car without a license plate pulls up next to mine in the video feed. Men in black masks jump out quickly and yank my backseat car door open. From both sides, they grab Tillie and Tey, ganging up on Tey as they obviously see him as a threat. Watching him being kicked and punched has my heart stopping and my breaths coming out ragged.
“He’s still alive,” Logan says softly next to me, reaching out and squeezing my shoulder in reassurance.
I don’t say anything, just shake my head to focus on the video once more in case anything sticks out. We watch Tillie slit one of the fuckers necks, making me instantly proud of her before she's thrown into the trunk right along with Tey.
“That’s our girl,” Dalton whispers and rubs at his chest, like he’s in physical pain watching them fight for their lives.
“We don’t know jack shit. The dead fucker had a tattoo on his neck but it was blacked out with another tattoo. This has to be Carlos, but where the fuck do we start?” Logan mutters, pacing back and forth as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration until it’s sticking up at all angles.
“I’m not so sure about that. Looks like we have a Peeping Tom.” Dom points to the screen. Three cars down sits a very familiar person hunched in their seat.
All four of our heads jerk up at the same time and we look at the passenger seat through the windshield, watching Gary trying to sink down farther in his friend's car.
“The little weasel. I’m going to kill him this time.” Logan grins, looking a little unhinged as he strides over to a panicking Gary as he fumbles, trying to lock the car door, but his butter fingers keep slipping.
I slam my computer closed and put my hands in my pockets as I calmly walk over, wanting to wring his little fucking neck.
“Oh, Gary. You really do seem to find yourself in situations that are going to get you killed,” Dalton says cheerfully just as Dom practically rips the car door off its hinges.
Logan and Dalton act quickly, reaching in to drag Gary out as he struggles between them in a weak attempt to get away. Doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere unless he hobbles away with the cast on his broken leg. Courtesy of us throwing him out of his bedroom window. Good times.
“Start talking or else I’m cutting off your pickle dick and shoving it down your throat,” Logan growls in Gary’s paling face, and we all watch in disgust as a wet patch starts spreading over his pants.
“Seriously? That’s just pathetic, man.” Dalton gestures to Gary’s pants with a shake of his head, making a clicking noise with his tongue.
Gary whimpers, his eyes shifting around the parking lot, looking for an escape, but he might not even make it out alive. He makes eye contact with me, his wide eyes pleading, probably thinking I’m the weak link to get him out of this since I’m staying quiet and hanging back. I tilt my head, wondering…
“Did you watch them fuck?” I feel my upper lip curl and my hands twitching to snap his neck as sweat breaks out on his forehead.
“I–I woul–ld’nt do that!” Gary mumbles, avoiding my stare, which confirms the answer to my question.
“Why is your pulse racing then? I can smell your lies,” Dom snarls in disgust, placing the end of his silencer under Gary’s trembling chin, making his head tip back from the pressure of the barrel.
“It’s not my fault they were fucking like rabbits in the school parking lot! That slut is nasty, man. The thing she did to your gearshift” The words coming out of his stupid mouth are cut off with a muffled pained shout the moment Dalton places his palm over Gary’s mouth as I step forward and grasp his right hand, breaking his middle finger.
“Should have thrown you in an open grave and buried you alive when I had the chance. You got lucky, but it looks like that luck has run out.” Logan gets up in Gary’s face, his eyes flashing with so much anger that it makes me pause.
I think Tillie brings out the best in each of us, and not having her around is making us all go crazy. Logan and I are in for a world of pissed-off Tillie when we get her back. There's no way she doesn’t know about Paris. I bet our girl gave that skank the bloody nose. If I have to tie Tillie up for her stubborn ass to hear us out, I will.
“Since you were being a pervert, you must have heard something when they were being kidnapped.” Dalton cracks his big knuckles once after he takes his hand away from Gary’s mouth, staring intently at him, watching him visibly swallow nervously.
“I don’t know anything!” Gary’s eyes start to water and I think we would be doing the world a favor getting rid of him.
“Yes, you do. Tell us now or your brain matter is going all over the window of your car,” Dom threatens, nudging the gun more firmly under Gary’s chin to let him know he’s very serious.
“It’s Larry’s c–car.” Gary whimpers as Logan lets out an impatient growl and holds his hand up, as if to hold back a very pissed-off Italian. “They were talking about some restaurant. Sounded Mexican! Loco something?” Gary looks at us hopefully, and for once, the fucker is useful.
“Why does that sound familiar?” Dalton asks, scratching the beard he’s growing out.
“Loco Tacos. It’s on the east side, right on the border of Carlos’ territory.” Dom pulls away, swearing rapidly in Spanish.
I stare at Logan as his whole body freezes. I don’t think he’s even breathing. My brain is running a mile a minute, already one step ahead as I plan on pulling up the restaurant layout online while changing all the red lights to green at every intersection on the way so we don’t have to stop in traffic. This is gang business, which only means one thing, and I hate it.
“I have to call Jin,” I mutter grimly and watch numbly as Logan suddenly punches Gary so hard that a tooth falls out and he collapses to the ground, knocked out cold.
“This day fucking sucks. Take this piece of trash back to the club, I’ll deal with him later,” Dalton promises darkly, gesturing towards Gary before pulling off his biker vest and throwing it towards Axel, his vice president, as he starts barking at the guys to hurry the fuck up and get this mess cleaned up. They all scatter like their asses are on fire and Axel just salutes Dalton as he walks away to stand over the rest of the club members while tucking his president's vest away in his bike's saddle.
The vest can’t go in a car. It’s a biker rule.
He walks over to the idling Challenger and climbs in the front seat without even bothering to ask Dom if he minds. Dom just shoves his gun away and jogs over to his car, gunning the engine before he even has his door shut.
“You ready for this?” I grab the back of Logan’s neck, making sure he’s looking at me.
“If something happens to her…” he trails off, his nostrils flaring and eyes darkening.
“It won’t. She’s too pissed off at us to die. She knows,” I say casually, letting go and rounding towards the passenger side of my car.
“Knows what?” Logan asks, looking at me over the top of the car roof.
“Paris.”
Just that one name and Logan blanches.
Yeah. We’re in deep shit.
Nothing like an angry woman to make you fear for your life.