Chapter Nine
Cove
“Y ou’re quiet,” Nees says from the driver’s seat. “More so than usual.”
I peel my stare from the mirror where I’ve been watching Katana and Dragon as they follow behind us on their bikes, their headlights side by side and could almost be confused with a car instead.
“Just tired.”
“And I bet your titties hurt like a bitch, huh?”
A laugh barks out of me. “Thanks for the reminder.”
He chuckles. “Maybe I should get my nipples pierced too. You think Calla would want to have my babies then?”
This dickhead is always joking about my sister. Where I’m amused by it, it pisses Stormy off something fierce. She says it’ll be incest if they hook up, which of course it won’t be, but it’s hilarious seeing Nees turn green whenever she mentions it.
“You’re going to have to get your dick pierced too if you think you’re going to compete with Filter.” I shrug, ignoring the muffled groans from our captive, who’s hog-tied and gagged in the back seat. “I’m pretty sure you’ll need dick enlargement surgery too.”
“Man, fuck Filter’s linebacker ass,” Nees grumbles. “Seriously, though. He wouldn’t hook up with my baby mama because Stormy would kill him.”
“If Stormy heard you call our sister your baby mama, she would kill you .”
“The only reason Filter even looks at Calla is because she’s a spittin’ image of Stormy. Besides, he’s too much of a pussy to do anything about it.”
“So are you.”
“I’m wearing her down,” Nees argues. “I ask her out on a date every time I see her.”
“She thinks you’re joking. Maybe don’t grin like a fucking idiot when you ask next time.”
“Is this your official blessing? Because, if so, I can work on Stormy’s approval. She likes me. I’ll bribe her with cherry limeades from Sonic and babysitting duty.”
“My blessing is irrelevant. You have to get past Filter. Have you seen the way he looks at her? Next time, instead of sucking up to my big sister, actually look at Filter when Calla’s in the same room as him.”
Stormy and Filter have history. She’d been an undercover Fed using Filter to get to Koyn and Copper. When she thought Prez’s ol’ lady, Hadley or PG as everyone calls her, was being hurt by Koyn, she blew her cover to save PG. Copper, since he was a Fed too, took Stormy as his captive and responsibility. Somewhere along the way, they fell in love and now everyone’s cool with the fact Stormy betrayed them. She proved her worth in the end and befriended Dragon of all people, even after what he was forced to do to her, and now she’s Copper’s ol’ lady. Filter wanted to kill my sister for her betrayal against him and the club, but Copper wouldn’t let that happen in a million years.
“It’s not about the size of the boat, it’s about the motion of the ocean,” Nees says, breaking into my inner thoughts with his arrogance. He pretends to thrust, holding on to the steering wheel as he does it.
“Dude,” I grunt. “You’re fucking disgusting. The last thing I want to think about is another Koynokov screwing one of my sisters.”
He laughs and shrugs. “Just saying. Filter might be twice as big as me, but I have game too, man.” His amusement dies as he grows serious. “Speaking of game. What’s up with you and Dragon?”
The two of us in one sentence, as though we’re a thing, makes me cringe. Me and Dragon aren’t anything other than a mistake.
I try not to think about how several times now, he’s beat the fuck out of or killed someone who touched me. It shouldn’t send a stupid thrill down my spine. But with the buzz of seeing the flaming emerald eyes fixated on me electrifying my every nerve, I can’t help but mentally fixate on those moments.
Sick fucker.
The barb is aimed at me this time, not Dragon. He’s a psychopath and wears that badge with every creepy-ass smile he gives everyone. Me, on the other hand…I bury my depravity so deep down, no one will ever see.
Dragon does.
Nees continues to blab about every goddamn thing, but my mind is only half there. The rest of me is remembering last night in bed with Dragon. The fiery heat of him. How my body responded so desperately to his.
Thank fuck we’ll be back to the clubhouse soon. I can put some much-needed space between us. He can go back to babysitting me from afar. Life will go back to normal.
A twist in my gut signals our arrival back to Koyn’s compound. This MC life isn’t light or pretty. It’s fucked-up and wrong. I know the second we get Corsetti out of this truck, things are going to get messy real quick. I’m hoping Koyn will do whatever he needs to do while I take a much-needed shower.
I want to forget everything that happened.
Specifically, Dragon.
Nees pulls into the driveway and shuts off the truck before looking over his shoulder. “You ready to start talking, cupcake?”
The muffled whines of Corsetti are all that can be heard through his gag. Nees smirks at me before climbing out. I follow suit, noticing from the corner of my eye that Dragon is still straddling his bike, though it’s no longer running. Under the moonlight, he looks extra devilish. Evil and demented. A chill shudders down my spine.
Bright green eyes seem to glow in the dark as he watches me with unguarded interest. I hate his new fixation on me. Can’t he find someone else to obsess over?
Like your sister?
I scowl, crossing my arms over my chest, and ignore Dragon’s penetrative stare. Koyn and Filter walk out of the house, both of them lighting a cigarette as they approach. The cherries bounce in the dark as they talk to Nees.
“He’s in the truck?” Koyn asks, gesturing to the vehicle. “Alive?”
“Yep.” Nees walks over to the rear door and pulls it open. “Dad’s gonna have a helluva time getting that blood off the leather.”
“Quite frankly,” Koyn grumbles, amusement in his tone, “I’m surprised the fucker is still alive. I mean, Dragon was with you guys.”
“He was going to kill him,” I offer, “but I told him to stop.”
Koyn plucks the lit cigarette from his lips, arching both brows high on his forehead as he blows smoke out in my face. “That right, BP?” His scarred X on his face is silvery in the moonlight.
“Yup.”
“And you didn’t have to whack him with a tire iron to make him listen?”
I shrug and start for the clubhouse, but Koyn’s booming voice stops me.
“I’m not done talking to you, kid. Don’t just walk off like that or I’ll whip your ass.”
Dragon barks out a laugh that has me whirling around. I find his intense stare and meet it with a fiery one of my own. With a growl, I flip him off before turning my attention back to Prez.
“Sorry, Prez,” I mumble. “I’m tired as fuck, dirty as fuck, and—”
“Bitchy as fuck,” Dragon finishes.
I clench my jaw, trying to ignore him. That lasts all of three seconds. “You know, asshole, I’m getting really sick to death of your shit.”
Nees clutches the back of my neck. “Dude. Pull your panties out of your ass.”
Gritting my teeth together, I refrain from saying anything else that might get me in trouble with Prez. I’ve seen him punish Bizzy before by making him clean fucking toilets. My ass is not cleaning toilets.
“Dragon,” Koyn barks out. “You and Katana get Corsetti to the slaughterhouse. BP, I want you sitting in on this.”
Wonderful.
I just love watching a good torture session.
“Prez—” I start but am cut off by Koyn dropping his cigarette at my feet. He crushes it out with his boot, towering over me. All attempts to argue my case are squashed like the butt of his cigarette beneath his boot. “Y-Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “Tomorrow, at Church, you four can fill me in on everything. Right now, my old ass needs sleep.”
Koyn and Filter disappear back into the house. Nees, who’s apparently off the hook, saunters to the clubhouse, leaving me with Katana and his psycho bestie.
“I’m going to get my good knives,” Dragon calls out. “K, make sure Baby Prospect gets the weasel to the slaughterhouse without letting him escape.”
Katana gives Dragon a nod. It takes everything in me to cool my temper. I know he’s just goading me. Like a dog with a bone, he sniffs out weakness. My weakness is I hate being treated like a child.
Max Corsetti whimpers as Katana hauls him out of the truck and tosses him to the ground. His hands are bound, as are his feet, and rope connects the two. Katana squats next to Max and cuts through the rope around his feet. Together, we pull the guy to a standing position and drag him across the property to the slaughterhouse.
Once inside, we toss Max on a filthy mattress. Max doesn’t even try to get up. When my phone buzzes, I turn from him to dig in my jeans to find it.
Nick: I miss you.
My irritation swells as I reread his text about ten times before I let it sink in. He’s serious. He’s totally fucking serious.
Me: You just miss my mouth. What does the wife think of me choking on your cock?
Nick: She doesn’t have to know.
Me: Go to hell.
Nick: That makes me sound like an asshole. I haven’t left her yet, but I want you. Not just your pretty mouth either. I need to touch you.
Me: You lost that privilege.
Nick: God, please, Cove. I need you so fucking badly. I can’t get the idea out of my mind of me fucking you. Maybe this is the final step.
Me: Step to what???
Nick: Us.
Me: There is NO us. We sucked each other off. That’s it. Fuck off.
Nick: Because I wouldn’t let there be an us. I want it. I want to try.
I gnaw on my bottom lip, glaring at his texts. Does it make me pathetic that I’m almost inclined to tell him to meet me in our spot? I’m desperate to relieve all this tension burning like fire in my veins. Nick may be an asshole, but he’s gifted with his mouth. I could use him like he’s so clearly used me all this time.
Footsteps crunch across loose gravel and Dragon’s familiar scent floods all around me like a fog. The heat of his body burns into my back. I stiffen, my fingers frozen on my screen when the tip of a knife taps the glass of my phone.
“Is he becoming a problem? I’m great at dealing with problems.”
Whirling on him, I give him a shove against his solid chest. My mind dances with the memory of his sculpted chest colored in tattoos. Dragon, despite being a psycho-prick, is so goddamn hot. The devious smirk on his face says he knows it too.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” I snap, shoving my phone into my pocket.
“Or what?” Dragon taunts. “You send your boyfriend after me?”
The crazed glint in his eyes indicates he’d love that a little too much.
“Go to hell.”
“Been there, Baby Prospect. Remember? We were there together.”