Lakelyn Chapter 16 #2
“Imagine me coming home and making a brief stop at the clubhouse, only to find out that my old lady had one of the cumsluts in my house while I was gone. Why didn’t you mention that? It sure isn’t the norm. Or is it? What the fuck was Alice doing here?” he snapped.
“Whoa! Wait, you’re upset that she was here? It was for barely half an hour. Who told you she was?”
“It doesn’t matter who told. I want to know why she was in my house. You know that sluts aren’t allowed in here. I let her talk to you at the clubhouse against my better judgment. It wasn’t an invitation for her to stop by my house anytime she wanted. What did she want?”
The more he said his house, the more accusatory his tone got, the madder I became.
What was his problem? He acted like I had committed a crime by talking to Alice and letting her into the house.
I had a temper. It usually just took a lot to set it off, but Tyrant was lighting the match to it big time.
“It does matter who told you. Why would someone even think of mentioning it? And why would you walk through the door and prevent me from touching you, and then jump into accusing me of doing something wrong?” I countered.
“I didn’t want sex to divert the conversation. You weren’t going to distract me like you usually do with it. I want an answer, Lakelyn.”
I stepped away from him. I stomped into the kitchen, where the food was on the counter waiting to be served. I saw red. I whipped around to face him. He’d followed me.
“You want an answer! Here it is. She came to ask for more advice on what to do for a friend with a drinking problem. That was what we talked about at the clubhouse that night. She didn’t touch anything in your house except sit on a chair.
You can disinfect it with this,” I shouted as I got a rag and cleanser from under the sink.
I threw them at him. He caught both midair. I kept going.
“Of course, that’s pretty stupid that you’re afraid to let one of them in your house, but it sure didn’t stop you from fucking them whenever you had the urge.
Let them go back to sucking you off, fucking you, and cooking meals.
I’m done. Fuck you, Tyrant! And fuck whoever told you she was here.
I’m sorry that I permitted someone to enter your house without your permission.
I thought it was ours. Message received.
Fuck you and being an old lady to you or anyone,” I screamed, then I shoved all the pans into the trash can at the end of the counter.
Before he could respond, I ran to the door. I didn’t bother to put on shoes. I heard him shout my name, but I kept going. Tears made me almost fall, but I caught myself. I didn’t head to the clubhouse or see if River was at Cobra’s. Instead, I headed off where I knew no one would bother me.
I went toward the side gate that River and I had escaped through.
I had no intention of going out of it. I merely needed to be where I could be alone and think.
I was pissed and hurt. I needed to calm down before I tried to talk to Tyrant again.
If I didn’t, I might hit him in the head with a skillet.
When I got this way, I needed to be alone.
I barely felt the stones and twigs that bit into the soles of my bare feet.
The hot sun was beating down on me. It was mid-June, so the temperature was warm.
Tyrant’s words and attitude kept whirling around in my head.
It didn’t take me long to get to the gate.
I’d looked back several times to see if he was behind me, but he wasn’t.
Good. I went to the wall next to the door, sank on the ground, and leaned against it.
Why was he so mad about Alice? It made no sense.
I was lost in thought when I sensed someone approaching. I raised my head to tell Tyrant to leave me alone. Only it wasn’t him. Coming charging toward me was Mera. God, she was the last person I wanted to see. If she gave me any of her shit right now, I’d beat the bitch into the ground. I stood.
“Mera, turn around and go back to the clubhouse. I’m not in the mood for you or your shit,” I snapped.
“What’s the matter? Did Tyrant finally realize that you’re not the woman he needs, and he kicked your ass out of his house?
I told you I was what he wanted. It’s about time.
I just wanted to let you know I’ll be moving in.
It’ll be me warming his bed and sucking and riding his cock every night.
You’ll be nothing but a vague memory he’ll forget about in no time once you’re gone. ”
I was mad at him, and I might’ve said he could go back to the sluts, but I didn’t mean it.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you have him. He’s my old man. And he’s not moving anyone in or having sex with any of you. That’s my privilege. What makes you think you can make me leave, and he’ll forget about me?”
“Easy. He’ll never be able to find you,” she said darkly.
A squeaking sound from behind me made me turn partially.
I gasped. The side gate was opening. What the hell?
Two men were coming through it. I screamed and tried to run, but I was too slow.
They pounced on me, and one of them dragged me toward the open door.
I knew I’d never see Tyrant again if they got me out of it.
I screamed again. My scream earned me a hand slapped over my mouth.
“Stop screaming and fighting, bitch, or I’ll knock you out. You’ve been a pain in the boss’s ass for too long. You deserve whatever he does to you,” he snarled.
I kicked harder. He couldn’t lift and carry me against him and control my feet at the same time.
The other guy was holding the door open and telling Mera that she’d get her payment and to get her ass back to the clubhouse.
Panic tried to overwhelm me, but I wouldn’t allow it.
Even if my arms were pinned, I could still form a fist and hit the guy where I could on his front side.
I flung back my head to hit his. I caught his lower jaw.
It hurt me, but he grunted in pain. Then I got my mouth where I could bite his hand.
He bellowed and let go of me. I was dropped to the ground.
“Fucking bitch!” he shouted.
I scrambled to get to my feet and run. Mera was yelling at them to grab me.
The other guy let go of the gate and came charging after me.
I screamed again, though I knew I was too far away to be heard, probably.
I was running, trying to find something to use as a weapon, when I heard my name bellowed.
I looked up to find Tyrant and several others storming toward us. The men attacking me swore.
“Lakelyn, get down!” Tyrant shouted.
I saw he had a gun in his hand, and so did the other Kings.
I dropped and put my hands over my head.
I didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if that would stop a bullet, but it was an automatic response.
The sound of shots rang out all around me.
I flinched and tried to make myself smaller.
I had no clue how long it lasted before it stopped.
When it did, I could hear voices talking and shouting, but I couldn’t look up. I was shaking and sobbing. Then, hands were on my back. I automatically cringed and cried out, “No!”
“Shh, mon doux bébé, it’s me, Killian,” Tyrant’s gruff voice whispered.
I rolled over onto my back and held up my arms. He slid his arms underneath me, but didn’t lift me off the ground.
“Are you hurt?” he asked urgently.
“No, just hold me,” I sobbed.
He lifted me into his arms and then stood. Tyrant peppered kisses all over my face, then took my mouth. We kissed each other desperately. All I could think of was we’d fought over something stupid, and I could’ve never seen him again.
“Is she alright?” River asked.
“I think so. She’s just shaken up. We need to get her back to the house.
Howler, Brutus, take however many you need and take those two to the dungeon.
I’ll deal with them after I make sure Lakelyn is alright.
Cardiac, I need you to come with me and check her over.
River, you can go with us. The rest of you, make sure the compound is secure.
We’ll meet at the dungeon. Wait for the text,” Tyrant ordered.
I didn’t look to see if they obeyed. I knew they would.
I lay in his arms with my eyes closed. I was trying to regain control.
I was embarrassed that they saw me this way.
I wasn’t showing that I could be strong.
They had to think I was the worst choice in the world as their president’s old lady. That thought made me tear up more.
“Dieu, you have to stop crying. You’re killing me, Lakelyn. Shh,” he murmured in my ear.
“I-I c-can’t,” I gasped out between sobs.
His arms tightened. He didn’t say anything else. The ones surrounding us were quiet. I had no idea who else might come with us besides my brother and Cardiac. Tyrant slowed down.
“I got the door,” River said.
Seconds later, I heard Tyrant’s boots on the hard flooring. He didn’t bother to stop and remove them or his cut. Other boots resounded off the floor. We went up the stairs, and I was lowered to the bed. As I touched the comforter, I protested.
“Don’t put me on the comforter. I’ll get it dirty. I was on the ground.”
The men grunted, but Tyrant swore. “I don’t fucking give a shit about the comforter.
It’s washable. If not, we’ll buy a new one.
It’s time to get stuff with your stamp of approval anyway.
After all, this is our house.” The way he emphasized it told me our fight hadn’t been forgotten.
Knowing I had no choice, I opened my eyes and glanced around.
I saw five pairs of eyes staring back at me—Tyrant, River, Cardiac, Cobra, and Blood. They all wore concerned expressions. Thinking I should reassure them so the rest would leave, I gave them a shaky smile that dropped off my face fast.