Chapter 5
Chapter Five
She has no idea how much of a monster I really am.
I’m not taking her home. I’m not taking her to her friend’s house.
When the Kings of Darkness Compound comes into view—my temporary home with the Bad River Chapter—my resolve hardens.
The guard sees me coming and the mechanical barricade slides to the right, making an opening for me.
Ace is parked just inside, standing next to his bike. For a man who never shows emotion, he’s looking pretty damned rigid.
With good reason.
I texted him I was going to rescue a girl who tore out of the club.
That part is true. The rest is far more complicated.
The instant Gigi realizes where we are, she tries to scramble off the bike, even with it still moving. “No! No!”
But, I lash a hand around her wrists. “You’re safe.”
“No! Let me go!”
When I use her hands to keep her pinned to my back, she loses her shit.
The woman’s screaming bloody murder and the whole damned club comes out to stare.
Ace motions to the gate guard, who closes the barricade. Locking her inside.
When I roll to a stop, she’s off my bike like a rocket. Stomping her bare feet in the gravel, like a tiny half-dressed bull fighter.
I kill the engine, drop the stand and climb off the bike, barely dodging the helmet she throws at me.
My helmet.
Skull roars with laughter, holding his gut.
That motherfucker. I flip him off.
She reaches for the jacket zipper, her lips snarled back, a flash of white teeth showing. “And take your stupid jacket too!”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl, my voice thundering across the compound. “What’s under that coat stays covered.”
My words must hit home because she locks up, but her eyes skirt left and right, registering the size of the audience we’ve drawn. It might be the middle of the night, but the whole compound is awake now.
And enjoying the hell out of the show.
I pick up the helmet, setting it on the bike seat, and… have to spin around to look for her.
Fuck.
“Let me out!” Gigi’s at the gate now, jerking on the bars. “This is kidnapping, my father will kill you all. Every stinking one of you.”
Prez walks up to my bike, one of his eyebrows riding high. His hair is ransacked, like he just got out of bed. Or he’s been scrubbing a hand through it.
“What the fuck, over?” he asks.
“Let me get her inside and I’ll tell you. But you should triple the perimeter guards tonight. That’s Harlow’s daughter.”
There’s a moment where he puts the pieces together.
“Dagger MC?”
“The one and only.”
“Copy.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, like I didn’t just bring his enemy’s prize possession inside his compound.
Because that’s exactly what the woman is.
“I’ll get everyone up to speed. Full lockdown.”
“Appreciate it.”
I stalk toward Gigi.
“Alright, Chaos. Enough.”
She whirls on me, and let me just say, she’s a fucking vision.
Long bare legs climb up and disappear below my leather motorcycle jacket. Her hair is wind-whipped. Those green eyes lit with pure fury.
I’ve never wanted to fuck so badly in my life.
“You brought me here!” She seethes. “Here! Are you insane? My father’s men are going to destroy you.”
“They don’t know I have you.”
She huffs, turning back to the gate, shaking it violently. “They will. I’m worth too much, there’s no way my father is letting a half-a-million dollars walk away.”
When her foot hooks into the metal rungs like she’s going to scale the fucker, I snap out of my lust-haze.
“Don’t be so sure about that.”
I grab her around the waist.
Gigi goes from mad to enraged in two-point-four seconds.
One of the brothers whistles, shouting, “Good luck, man.”
My balls are gonna need it.
I’ve never wrestled a wild animal before, but that’s what I’ve got in my arms.
All the way across the compound, she’s fighting for all her worth. Those dancer’s legs are mighty. Every kick causes me to grunt.
The whole compound takes in the spectacle. Every shin-strike, every curse she hurls at me.
I don’t give a flying fuck.
No one gets in my way as I walk into the clubhouse with the hellcat blistering me at the top of her lungs.
She kicks a hole in the drywall in the hallway.
Guess I know what I’ll be doing later.
“Will you take a fucking chill?”
“When you are dead,” she snarls, trying to bite my neck.
I growl, pinning her to the wall outside my temporary quarters while I hit the keypad with the codes.
At last the locks all click open and I drag Gigi inside the cool, dark space. She doesn’t come easy.
Both her hands drag along the wall screeching like nails on a chalkboard.
“Goddamnit,” I wrestle her arms down, hugging her back to my front as I breathe like a bull against her temple. “Stop, Chaos. You’re just going to make your wounds worse.”
I carry her to the bathroom, flip on the light with my elbow, and put her on her feet.
I expect more of everything. Kicking. Screaming. Biting. Calling me words I’ve never heard.
But it’s like a switch flips and she goes from fighting me one second to bawling the next.
And I realize it’s because she’s looking at herself in the mirror. Standing in front of me.
She’s tiny, bloodied, wearing a coat that doesn’t belong to her, in a bathroom that’s in the heart of her enemy’s compound.
I look…
Furious. Dangerous. My shirt is damp with sweat, my hair is all over the fucking place. I’ve got her claw marks all over me. I don’t just look twice her size, I look possessed.
Fuck.
I am.
“Don’t hurt me,” she whispers between choked sobs, her mascara smudged, her eyes begging.
Holy hell. My chest caves in.
I spin her in my arms, cradle her head against me, wrapping her in a hug. “It’s okay, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. No one is ever again.”