CHAPTER ELEVEN
– KENZ –
I can’t stop staring at him. His muscular jaw, the scars, his tattoos, he’s rugged and magnificently handsome, and all mine. He put the words on me himself; I’m his property. The mind is enigmatic, and it suddenly clicks the way my parents, the older generation, my brothers, my sister…all of them experienced what I couldn’t see…what I didn’t find…until now.
Falcon places his hand on my thigh and lets it slide between my legs where he holds it. I can still feel him inside me, like the last time, when he took me twice. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me and the feeling is mutual.
One picture led to me sitting right next to him as his old lady in a matter of weeks. Friendly and fun messages back and forth until we met face to face. Shit. I met him at the clubhouse because Thorsten asked him to message me to come over and bring a pregnancy test for Livi. Who turned out to be in fact pregnant.
Falcon and his obsession with watching his cum slide out of my pussy makes me blurt, “Are you trying to get me pregnant?”
His head turns my way and his gaze hits my belly before he focuses back on the road. He doesn’t give a reaction and it’s as if he’s thinking things over. Maybe he hasn’t completely thought things through.
Which raises another question. “Would you like kids in our future?”
His nod is instant.
“Yeah, me too. Preferably way in the future. Which means we’d have to use condoms and not have you coming inside me since I forgot my birth control pills this weekend. We’re probably okay, but…you know…condoms, then I’d have to take a test and well–”
His hand slides further up my legs until his fingers brush the seam of my jean clad pussy. My breath catches when he gives a little shake with his head.
“No as in no condoms?” I guess, my voice comes out breathless.
Another instant nod.
I rub my thighs together, causing his hand to be caught between them, adding the lovely friction I need. “Is it the cum thing or wanting kids now?”
His other hand leaves the steering wheel long enough to show me he’s placing his index finger over his middle finger.
“One is linked with the other, obviously,” I mutter.
He grins, but it disappears quickly when he glances at the rearview mirror.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, and feel his hand disappear from between my legs as I glance over my shoulder. “Are we being followed?”
Falcon thrusts his phone into my hand.
“Thorsten?” I guess and I get a tight nod.
I tap the screen and hit his brother’s number, putting it on speaker so Falcon can hear Thorsten as well.
“The information we squeezed out of the fucker turned out to be correct. The prospect who’s on stakeout told me he only saw two people inside the house, both male.”
I have no clue what he’s talking about so I blurt, “We’re on our way back to the clubhouse but we’re being followed by a dark van.”
“Where are you exactly?” Thorsten snaps.
“Between Addison and Eastern.”
Thorsten grunts. “Two blocks away. We’ll be right there, hold on, brother.”
The line disconnects and my blood pressure rises when the van hits us from the back, causing the seatbelt to bite into my body as the car lurches forward. I’m swearing up a storm while Falcon stays ice cold. At least, that’s what it seems like on the outside.
Falcon snaps his fingers and points at something in front of us. I only have time to scream before we’re rammed from the front and the back. Horrible crunching sound. Airbags pop. My ears ring from silence and I have to blink a few times to realize what just happened.
I have just a few seconds to review my surroundings when shots ring out. Holy hell shit’s escalating quickly. A mere moment ago I was talking about kids with my old man. Only admitting to myself a few hours earlier that Falcon is the right man for me, I might add. Future stuff while we’re now facing a life or death situation.
The front window shatters and I quickly take off the seatbelt. Reaching over I do the same to Falcon and notice the blood seeping through his shirt on his shoulder.
“Falcon. Falcon, hey,” I whisper in an urgent tone. “Look at me, baby. Come on.”
He slowly shifts when I see a figure walking toward our vehicle.
“Dammit,” I grumble and reach for the gun I saw Falcon strap to his belt.
The rumble of motorcycles is distant, but it’s good to know backup is almost here.
Flipping the safety off, I take aim and at the same time I hear a woman’s voice scream, “You and your whore are going to die.”
Sounds like the bitch Falcon mentioned, the one who wanted me to die to avenge her father. She fires off another bullet right when I squeeze the trigger. I hiss at a burning pain on my back and keep squeezing the trigger. The woman’s body jerks, stumbles, and falls to her knees before she faceplants into the pavement.
“The only whore doing the dying today is you,” I mutter.
I keep the gun in my hand when I check on Falcon’s shoulder. Fuck. That’s a lot of blood. The bullet must have nicked an artery. Taking a quick glance around me, I place the gun on Falcon’s lap and take off my belt. Using it as a tourniquet, I place it above the wound in an effort to stop the bleeding.
Falcon sucks in a breath and I place my hand on his cheek. “You’re okay, baby.”
The sound of glass crunching under a boot makes me palm the weapon and point it right in the face of Thorsten.
Thorsten throws his hands up. “Whoa there, friendly company. Get the damn gun out of my face.”
“Get a damn ambulance here right now. Falcon took a bullet to the shoulder, and I think it nicked an artery,” I tell him and lower the gun slightly.
Not all the way because the fucker is pissing me off.
Waiting until he’s done with his phone call requesting the ambulance, I tell him, “Check the other car. I only took out the woman and we were hit from the front and the back.”
“Fucker is dead,” Macsen says as he steps up next to Thorsten. “Need a hand to lift Falcon out?”
I raise the gun. “No one is touching my old man until the EMTs get here to put a C collar on him. He was out for a few seconds and hit his head, I’m not taking any chances, assholes.”
Falcon’s hand touches my gun arm and makes me lower it.
Glaring at Thorsen, I flick the safety on and turn the gun to point the barrel down. “Hang on to this, I need both hands. And can someone point the flashlight of their phone at his arm? I need to check something.”
Thorsten dips his chin and I give Falcon my full attention when I get the light needed to check the wound. Releasing a curse, I dig my fingers into the bullet wound and feel the nicked vein. I pinch it between my fingers and stop the bleed.
“Why is the fucking ambulance taking so long?” I snarl.
Falcon tips his head back and closes his eyes.
“No, you don’t get to take a nap. Not now. Look at me, baby, come on,” I urge, and he only lets his head roll to the side.
Keeping his eyes closed is not a good sign and I turn to Thorsten who has his phone glued to his ear. He jogs off when I feel Falcon’s body go slack. I check his pulse and can’t find it. Panic hits and I try again.
“Move, Kenz, they’re here. Let them take over,” Thorsten states.
“I can’t find a pulse,” I croak to the man who is shoving his arms through the shattered window to check on Falcon. “I’m pinching the artery. The bullet, it nicked a vein.”
The EMTs take over and all I can do is stare when they get Falcon out of the vehicle. My vision is blurry when I feel Thorsten’s arm around my shoulder.
“Breathe, Kenz. Falcon is gonna be pissed when he wakes up and realizes you’re not taking care of yourself. The idiot has been sitting in front of his own room keeping watch for days while he could sleep in the bed with you. He cares about you the same way, if it wasn’t clear enough for you.”
“It’s clear enough,” I croak and glance up at Falcon’s brother. “I need to go with him.”
Thorsten snorts. “As if I’m gonna fight the woman who just gunned down a chick to save my brother. No way, Kenz. Get in the ambulance. We’re right behind you.”
I nod and rush to where they are loading Falcon into the ambulance.