CHAPTER THREE
– KENZ –
I glance in the rearview mirror at the single headlight following me. There should be fear running through my veins. Any sane person would have some, along with a couple of red flags to warn yourself away from a man like Falcon.
Being raised in the MC life has made me familiar with havoc and destruction. Though, the ease and calmness Falcon has in the routine of killing and cleaning up afterward lets me know his past is darker than any black hole in this fucked-up universe.
Again, it should make me hit the gas pedal and drive straight to Heath and Hayden, my twin brothers who are co-presidents of AF MC, for protection against Falcon. Yet, deep down I feel the urge to pull Falcon close and hug the fuck out of him instead of running far, far away.
Twisted. Especially since I don’t do relationships and I’m certainly not clingy. A huff of frustration overwhelms me as I hit the blinker and guide my car into the parking lot of Wisely Dicey MC. I park my car and reach for my phone inside my bag. Falcon opens my door when I hit send on a message to my twin brothers, to let them know exactly where I am. Not just for my safety; I’m following their rules to show respect.
Showing Falcon the screen, I tell him, “I just gave my brothers a heads-up. You know, before co-presidents show up at another MC’s doorstep to raise hell to get their sister back.”
The corner of his mouth twitches and he gives me a tight nod. My phone instantly gives a notification I received a reply. One glance at the screen makes me sigh.
“Great,” I mutter. “We’ll just deal with their temper tantrum tomorrow, preferably after I’ve had my coffee.”
Falcon takes the phone from my hand and shoves it in the pocket of his jeans. I grab my bag and hop out of the car.
When I shut the door and lock it, I tell him, “I’m gonna need my phone back. It doesn’t have to be right now…just before I leave tomorrow.”
Falcon doesn’t give me any reply and I narrow my eyes, but he simply ignores me by grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the clubhouse. It should be another red flag with the whole taking my phone and not agreeing to give it back tomorrow. At least I’m not entirely stupid and did leave a message of my whereabouts.
I let my lungs fill with the crisp night air just as Falcon opens the door of the clubhouse. Tonight, I’ll simply live in the right-fucking-here and let go of all boundaries. Enjoy myself with the real-life dream man I’ve been craving all due to my smutty dark romance obsession.
Fiction becomes reality tonight, and I do hope he gives me the mind-blowing orgasm I was about to have when he stopped me earlier tonight. If not, I might just have to kill him and dispose of his body. I now know the easiest untraceable way to do it thanks to him showing me.
“Hey, cousin,” Livi quips as soon as she sees me.
I still can’t believe she turned out to be my cousin. When we met a few years ago we instantly clicked and became friends. Over the years we grew closer, and I can wholeheartedly say she’s my bestie. Then to find out my aunt, who died right after she was born…or so they said, because she didn’t die but was kidnapped and raised by a cop.
Long story short, Archer, my other cousin, stumbled onto a photograph of Livi and saw the family resemblance and looked into it. I was the last one to find out, right here in the parking lot of Wisely Dicey a few days ago.
“Bestie,” I squeal and break away from Falcon to hug Livi.
“Kenz,” Thorsten, the president of Wisely Dicey, rumbles.
Pulling back from the hug I lift my chin. “Thorsten. How’s our girl? Morning sickness still kicking her ass?”
“I’m right here,” Livi grumbles.
I shoot a fake glare in her direction. “Oh, I know, but you don’t give me the whole story. Your old man, however, doesn’t cover shit up when it comes to your health.”
Thorsten grins. “She’s doing better. Crackers before coffee seem to soothe her stomach. She now has a new symptom, practically eating anything that’s edible. Doesn’t matter if she has to steal it right out of someone’s hand either.”
“I could have told you that.” Livi sighs. “And I don’t steal food out of someone’s hand, thank you very much. I just have you fetch it for me.”
I snicker and pull her into a one-arm hug as I murmur, “I know you could have told me, but then I’d still worry.”
Livi glances over my shoulder to where Thorsten is talking to Falcon and asks, “Did Thorsten ask Falcon to pick you up and surprise me?”
I snort. “No. It’s more in the lines of Falcon surprised me when I was closing the store. He didn’t say anything else but brought me here instead of home. Well, I drove my car while he followed, whatever.”
She glances at both men one more time and whispers, “Please don’t fuck and drop.”
My head rears back. Livi, as my bestie, is fully aware of my issues with men. Though, having her basically warn me away from Falcon puts me on edge.
A hint of anger is audible in my voice, even if it’s a mere whisper when I ask, “What if it’s him who does the fuck and drop?”
“Ladies, church. Now, please,” Thorsten states.
“At least he said please,” I mutter and stroll into church with Livi right behind me.
Falcon is standing in the corner, and I get the feeling the man lives in the shadows. Thorsten points at a chair next to the one Livi gracefully sinks down in.
“No thanks, I’d rather stand.” I fake checking my watch and decide to say, “I’m not staying long anyway.”
“You are. So, you might as well sit your ass down and listen to what I’m about to tell you,” Thorsten states.
I place my fists on my hips. “I don’t think I like your tone.”
“Well,” Thorsten snarls. “My brother doesn’t like the cartel threatening his old lady. Especially when they almost succeeded in putting a bullet into your head tonight.”
Swallowing hard, I focus on the part I can fight. “I’m no one’s old lady.”
Thorsten holds up his hand and I risk a glance in the direction of the corner where Falcon is pushing himself off the wall.
“Don’t lie to yourself, Kenz. Besides, the four of us in this room know you were the first one to voice the word ‘mine.’”
The fucker now holds his hand up to cut off my ability to reply. I’m fucking annoyed because I was about to snap at the fucker how a woman isn’t a biker and therefore can’t lay a claim.
Instead, Thorsten is the one surprising me when he states, “Falcon officially claimed you just now, even if he replied to your message with the same thing that day.”
My gaze collides with Falcon. He can’t be serious. My eyes widen in shock when he pulls his shirt free from his jeans and shows me a hint of a tattoo. He doesn’t need to unbuckle for me to see it’s my name inked above his dick.
Holy freaking shit. For real? What guy inks the name of a woman above his dick after a few days of back and forth messaging? Okay, I admit I’ve been fantasizing over him too. Fingers strumming clit, imagining all the things I want to do to and with him.
But a freaking tattoo? My name? Right there as a claim? Doesn’t look like he did it today either. Damn. I don’t know if I should be impressed, creeped out, or turned on. Well, obviously I’m turned on. Ugh.
Swinging my head Thorsten’s way, I tell him and Livi, “You two can’t simply be bearing witness to the insanity of this madness.”
“Says the woman who just helped my brother make the body of a cartel member disappear, one who was there to kill you, and almost succeeded if it wasn’t for my brother,” Thorsten dryly states.
“What the fuck?” Livi growls.
My attention goes to the man in the shadows. “That should have stayed between us.”
Falcon drops his shirt and places his fingers on the Wisely Dicey patch.
I flip him off. “Bros before anything else. What a surprise. Not.”
Whirling around, I stride to the door and grab the handle. I don’t get to open it due to the inked, bandaged hand keeping it shut. His other hand slides over my belly, pulling me against his front as he makes us step back. He’s suddenly holding my phone and is showing me a message he sent to my brothers right after mine, when I told them I was at the Wisely Dicey clubhouse.
KENZ
This is Falcon Rhyland, Wisely Dicey’s enforcer. Your sister is my property.
I slowly reach out to take the phone from him. Falcon is their enforcer? Holy shit. Swallowing hard, I thumb through the handful of back and forth messages where Falcon explains the threat against the club. The final two messages are Falcon’s invitation for them to come to the clubhouse, and my twin brothers accepting along with a time tomorrow morning.
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I take a deep breath to regain some calmness. Well, enough to make it seem I’m calm on the outside ’cause pure hot fury is raging through my veins. Where the hell does he gather the nerve to do what he just did?
Taking away my choice, my fucking voice, my freedom? I don’t care if the man saved me from a bullet to the head or feel weirdly clit-touched he inked my name above his cock. All my life I’ve experienced the suffocation of boundaries and have been pulled under until I was old enough to stand on my own and freaking fought for my freedom. I built my own career, bought my own house, and live my own fucking life…until Falcon walked right in and took over.