Chapter Thirteen
Koyn
“T wo of Magna’s guys got out.”
I lift my gaze from my computer to frown at Copper. “How do you know?”
“I pulled the report after the fire to make sure nothing incriminating was left behind. The notes showed a picture of the row of bikes out front, but a few were missing from the formation. After pulling the tags on them all, I found that Junior’s was there. Putnam was off the grid, so his bike must have been under an alias and one of the ones missing.”
“How many others?”
“Two.”
“So he’s got two of his men.” I scrub my palm over my face and sigh. “They haven’t popped up anywhere. You’ve called all the local chapters?”
“And checked out the local police databases. They ghosted out of there.”
“Putnam may have disappeared once before, but he won’t do it again. Not like that. This time he’s running from me, not the law. He’s too arrogant to stay hidden for long.”
Copper and Halo nod.
“Where’s Bermuda?” I ask, scanning my light group of men today.
Dragon looks up from his laptop and laughs. “He’s with Stormy.”
Filter doesn’t even flinch, which means not in a sexual way.
“The store?”
“They’re planning Thanksgiving,” Dragon says with a grin.
“Tell ’em I want sweet potato casserole,” Bizzy chimes in. “Not with that marshmallow crap on it. Momma used to make it with brown sugar and pecans—”
“Go tell him yourself,” I snap, cutting him off. “Dragon, what’s the status on Hadley’s social media.”
His eyes narrow as he shoves his laptop my way. “Found this.”
I’m expecting a narrowed list like I’d asked for, but instead, I find one Facebook profile. Jane Don’t. The fakest name ever. I click on the profile picture. A picture of long legs in a pair of black heels. Same long legs that were wrapped around me last night.
As I study the picture, I will my hard-on to go away. I almost fucked her. Rubbed all up on her like she was fucking mine. My dick strains against my jeans as I skim my eyes along her bare flesh on the screen. The girl is maddening. I need to quickly figure out where the fuck she lives so I can get rid of her. Last night felt…too good. I don’t do good. Good makes you weak and blind and vulnerable. I’ll be goddamned if I’m ever weak again.
“You’re sure this is her?” I ask, though I know for a fact.
“Come on, Prez, we both know those are her legs.” Dragon lives to fucking taunt, and most days I find humor in it. Not today.
I cut my eyes over to his and Filter stands, clutching Dragon’s shoulder.
“Wanna grab a smoke?” Filter asks Dragon.
They both rise and Bizzy follows after them, leaving just me, Copper, and Halo.
I return my attention back to the screen and start skimming through Jane Don’t’s friend list. Several of the men and women affiliated with Putnam’s MC are on that list, including Junior. I get lost down a rabbit hole for a bit searching for the two guys that got away with Putnam. When I don’t find anything, I go back to her friend list.
Nicolette Genworth.
I click on the “friend” of Jane Don’t and am stunned by what I see. Hadley. Plain as fuck. Prissy, beautiful, rich. In every picture she’s making one of those stupid duck faces Blaire used to make. You can tell Hadley is used to being a princess based on all her pictures. Both guys and girls seem to look at her as if she’s royalty. Her wicked smirks in several of the photos tells me she knows she’s hot and popular. It’s so reminiscent of Blaire that it makes my stomach clench violently.
“What is it?” Copper demands. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Nah, just nearly fucked one.
I’m such a sick fucking freak.
Rubbing bare on the pussy of some girl who looks like my daughter. What the fuck is even wrong with me?
“Nicolette Genworth of Dallas, Texas. Run it through your systems. Halo, you too. Find out everything you can about her. From what I can tell, she’s just like every other spoiled little rich girl. She wanted a taste of a darker life and went for it.” I lean back in my chair and meet Copper’s gaze. “We’ll get through Thanksgiving, gather more information, and then we’ll ditch the girl.”
Copper seems relieved, which is annoying as hell. It’s not like I actually did fuck the teenager. I have some semblance of self-control. I may be a ruthless MC prez, but I’m nothing like Putnam.
My brother nods and Halo grunts. They both go back to work on their computers while I stalk out the girl a little more. In every picture, she’s wearing a different headband. Like it’s her signature thing. I haven’t seen her in one the entire time I’ve had her.
After scrolling through a lot of pictures, I come across one of her and an older man who looks just like her. His face is familiar to me, though I can’t place it. The caption says, “We miss you, Momma.”
She didn’t tag the man in the picture, because from experience I know it’s uncool to tag your parents, but it’s evident he’s her father.
“Genworth,” I tell Copper. “Find out everything you can about the Genworth name—specifically about Hadley’s father.”
I email him the picture of the two of them and then snap my laptop closed.
“Where are you headed?” Copper asks, his brows furling.
“Talk to Hadley.”
Before he can open his mouth, I wave him off.
“Not about this. I don’t need her running off until we have a clearer picture. I’m just going to see if I can find anything else out.”
Halo looks up from his screen. “Payne said he followed her into the woods earlier.”
I scowl at him. “And?”
“He brought her back. She wasn’t happy.”
“What was she looking for?” I demand.
“Probably an escape. Found the slaughterhouse instead.”
“If she doesn’t want to go back home to her cushy palace and no longer has Junior, what the fuck is her end game? Where does she think she’s going to run off to?” I muse aloud, frowning.
Copper shrugs. “Putnam?”
My blood runs cold with that thought. Surely she’s not loyal to that piece of shit. If that’s the case, she can’t ever leave here because then she’ll run straight to him with information about my club and the way we do shit.
I definitely need to talk to her.
“Keep at it and give me an update at dinner,” I tell them before leaving the conference room.
I stalk down the hallways on a mission.
Find Hadley.
Or Nicolette Genworth.
Voices from the kitchen tell me everyone is gathered there. They’re talking over each other, discussing Thanksgiving that’ll happen in a few days. When I peek around the corner, Hadley sits in a chair, frowning at everyone as they laugh and cut up. Our eyes meet and she stiffens her back.
I give her a chin lift to indicate she needs to follow me. To my surprise, she does. We walk through the house and up to her room. She eyes me with suspicion. I sit down on her bed and then lie back.
“What do you want?” she asks, hurt in her tone.
I study her for a moment. She’s a mystery to me. Hates me and this place, but was begging for my dick and affection last night. Claims she was in love with Junior, but then bragged about sucking his old man’s dick. Refuses to tell me her name so I won’t take her home even though she’s clearly loaded and spoiled.
“Come here and let me hold you.” My words are gruff and commanding.
Her nostrils flare, but then she walks over to the bed and crawls on. I pull her to my side and run my fingers through her silky brown hair. She’s stiff at first but then relaxes, splaying her palm over my chest.
“You’re confusing to me,” she mutters. “So hot and cold.”
“We shouldn’t be hot.”
She tilts her head up to look at me. “Why not? Because I’m only eighteen? Not a big deal. You’re a biker, for fuck’s sake. Lawless.”
I grab her thigh, pulling it up over my groin. I rub her silky, bare flesh. My fingers skim along the backside of her thigh, just under her denim shorts. Her breath hitches.
“I don’t have to explain myself,” I grumble, pushing her thigh against my dick as I slightly buck my hips up.
She wiggles from my hold and straddles me. Her palms press to my chest and her eyes sear into mine as she works her hips. Like a pro, she grinds against my dick through our clothes. This girl is going to be the death of me.
“I’m not fucking you,” I tell her. “I’ll never fuck you.”
Hurt flashes in her eyes, but then determination wins over. “We’ll see.”
“You fucked around with Putnam and his son.”
She slowly rolls her hips. “Why is he the enemy?”
Ignoring her, I buck my hips up, loving the whimper that escapes her. She peels off her shirt and I groan, raking my eyes over her naked flesh. Her black bra seems useless as her tits nearly spill out of the cups. Reaching up, I pull each black, lacy cup down to reveal her nipples to me. Small, rosy, hard. I run my thumb over one and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“I thought you weren’t going to fuck me,” she moans, grinding harder against me.
I grip her throat, hauling her to me. “I’m not. I’m just going to bite and suck on you.”
When I suck her small nipple into my mouth, her fingers tangle in my hair and she cries out. She uses my body to chase her pleasure as I abuse her nipples with my teeth. I’m about to nut in my jeans when she suddenly pulls back. With a quick flip of her fingers, she tosses the bra away. Her deft fingers go to her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping quickly.
Stop her.
Tell her to fucking stop.
I lick my lips and watch as she strips away her panties and shorts.
Young. Naked. Mine.
I don’t tell her to stop. Just watch with anticipation as she undoes my jeans. Her hand is hot around my dick as she pulls it out. I lift my hips and she pulls my jeans down to my knees. Then, with a wicked grin, she pushes my shirt up my chest.
“I’m not fucking you,” I growl, gripping a handful of her tiny ass.
“Why not?” She fucking pouts.
I reach between her spread thighs and rub my knuckle on her clit. “Because you look like my daughter.”
She bites on her bottom lip, situating herself so she can rub her wet pussy along my length. “Why is that a problem?”
“It’s fucking sick, Hadley.”
Her cheeks turn pink for a moment and then she practically hisses at me. “But we’re not related, Koyn. So it’s not sick. Just because I look like her doesn’t mean I’m her. If you fucked her, that’d be a different story.”
I smack her thigh. “Enough.”
She rolls her hips, up and down my dick, getting it nice and juicy. “Do you want to fuck me?”
I pinch her clit. “Fuck yeah I do.”
“So you’re denying yourself. And me.”
“Yep.”
“Asshole.”
“It is what it is, PG. Now make yourself come all over my dick.”
She leans forward to kiss me. Hot and messy and needy. I grab her ass, pulling and pushing, so I can feel her on every inch of my dick. I want nothing more than to push my cock inside her, but I refrain. I collect some of the juices she’s left on my dick and rub at her ass crack. She whimpers but doesn’t move away from my touch.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” I murmur. “One day.”
“You said—”
I push my long finger into her tight asshole, loving the squeal that rips from her. Her ass is so fucking tight. If it were my dick, I would’ve come already. I’m reminded about what that fucker said about my wife. How I should have prepared her. Not gently, I probe and stretch Hadley’s ass as she slides her needy cunt along my dick.
“Koyn,” she whimpers. “This feels good. I want you inside me.”
My dick thumps in agreement. “No.”
“Please.”
Her breathy begging is nearly my undoing. Rather than give in, I slide another finger in with my other. A sob escapes her. I know it hurts. But she needs to be ready for anything in this life. Anal included.
“Relax, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Let me stretch you. Someone’s going to put their dick in there and they won’t be as gentle as me. You need to be ready.”
“I don’t want someone,” she chokes out. “I want you.”
Possessiveness curls itself around my heart.
“In this life, we don’t always get what we want.”
I fuck her hard with my two fingers in her ass, devouring every whimper and sob that comes out of her mouth. When I think she’s good and stretched, I slip my fingers out and slap her ass.
“Now come all over my dick, Hadley. I want to come with you.”
With newfound determination and tears streaming down her red cheeks, she sits up. Her hands find mine and she threads our fingers together. I hold her as she uses my body to find release. She tilts her body, making the head of my cock barely breach her opening. I nearly come right then. Instead, I growl out a warning at her.
“Hadley.”
She trembles and then bites down on her bottom lip before painfully sliding back off.
“Good girl,” I grit out. “Good fucking girl. It’s so much better when you listen.” I work my own hips in tandem with hers. “When you listen, it makes me want to keep you and take care of you.”
Her body quakes at my words. All it takes is a little bit more sliding along my dick before she tenses up. She screams out my name loud enough to tell the whole house what we’re up to. My nuts seize up seeing her lost to passion. I groan as my jizz shoots out of me and all up the front of my chest. She sits up on her knees as though she’s going to get off the bed. I grab her with one hand and then drag my fingers through my cum with the other. Our eyes meet and then I slide my wet, cum-drenched fingers along her slit. She gasps when I push them inside her cunt, fucking her gently and marking her with me. I pull my fingers out and scoop up another glob of cum, daring her to tell me no. The good girl just smiles at me. Her pussy sucks my fingers in, thirsty for my cum. As though I’m in some sort of fucked-up trance, I continue this until my chest is clean. Knowing she’s filled up with my cum does something to me.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
I pull her to me and hug her, nuzzling my nose in her hair. She relaxes against me. For a long time, I simply hold her and stroke her and kiss her. Eventually, I speak, breaking the spell.
“You don’t want to go home and you don’t have Junior. Is it Putnam? Are you trying to get back to him?”
She stiffens in my embrace. “No.”
“Are you sure you’re not just a whore for power?” I taunt, hoping to push her buttons and get some information from her.
“If I were a whore for power, I would’ve stayed my ass at home.” She sits up, breaking from my hold, to glower at me. “Fuck you, Koyn.”
“Nah,” I mutter. “You’ve already been dicked by a Putnam.”