Chapter 9 Kage #2
“We meet at the abandoned building off Fifth! I swear, I don’t know anything else! I just take them and drop them. I’m at the bottom, they don’t tell me anything of importance.”
“Who, exactly, is ‘they’, Frankie?”
“The Dominion!” my eyebrows lift at the mention of the name. “It’s what they call themselves. But I don’t know their real names, I fucking swear!”
Nox and I lock eyes, the only sound in the room is the heavy breathing coming from Frankie after he spit out that new information and the very faint sizzling coming from his ass.
He looks more nervous now, probably afraid he just revealed the most vital information of their cause.
I have a feeling if we don’t kill him, The Dominion will for being so easy to break.
“Thanks for the info, Frank. I’ll see you in hell.” I drop my knife and go to lift the hammer Nox used earlier, but judging by the screams, this useless fuck still thinks he’s of use to us.
“Come on, man. I told you everything I fucking know!”
“I know.” With that, I put all my anger behind the swing and bash this fuckers skull in, until nothing is left but blood and brain matter.
“Well,” Nox chimes in, “I guess it's time to call Jimmy to get this shit cleaned up.” he pulls out his phone, fingers tapping the screen presumably to let Jimmy know of the little predicament we’ve found ourselves in. I take my gloves off and look at Nox.
“While we’re waiting, you maybe wanna take care of this?” I ask as I grab my dick and shake my hips back and forth, a sly grin pulling at my lips.
“Go stroke one out in the shower, fucker, you’re covered in brains.”
“Yeah, not the kind of head I was looking forward to, but I’ll be thinking of you the whole time.” I blow him a kiss and wiggle my eyebrows at him and he chuckles at my stupidity.
I walk over towards the showers, but before I turn the corner, I look back and see the longing in his eyes. He’s thinking about it. I know he is.
But he doesn’t join me.
An hour later, we’re all cleaned up and about to head home. I mentioned to Nox that I wanted to see Wren before the night was over. He didn’t think going in the murder wagon was the best idea, so now we’re off to pick up the Harleys.
“You like her.” I tease, as Nox drives silently in the night.
He chuckles, shaking his head as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. “So what if I do? You already claimed her as yours.”
I scoff, looking over at my brother as if I’m offended with my hand clutched to my non-existent heart. “You act as if we’ve never shared before.”
He’s quiet for a beat, thinking that over. For a moment, I think the conversation is officially over, but then he continues, “This one is different. She isn’t just some random whore we’ve picked up to get a quick lay. You’re tracking her, Kage. I see the way you look at her.”
“And what? You think I’ve looked at you any different?” He stares blankly ahead, silent as ever, so I keep going. “Don’t act as if my feelings for you haven’t been made clear. You already know who comes first for me. It’s always been you. Wren is just an added bonus.”
“You know where I stand on the subject.” He says. It comes out as barely a whisper, I almost miss it.
“Right, so we’re just going to keep lying to ourselves about how there isn't anything here between us and how the chemistry we’ve had over the years is non-existent. Sounds good.”
We don’t say anything else after that, and I sit there the entire car drive home thinking about how much easier everything would be if he would just open up and let me the fuck in.
Instead, we’re stuck in this back and forth bullshit where some days he makes it known that he wants me just as much as I want him, and the others are similar to this.
Where all he does is shut me out and ignore the feelings I know he has.
Once we get home, we go inside to grab our helmets, only Nox doesn’t grab his.
He goes straight to his room and slams the door.
I hate when he does this, closing himself off and not wanting to face me, or us.
I used to try and push him on the issue, try to make him see how right this is between us, but now I just leave him to stew in his own self hatred.
I can’t keep trying to force something onto someone who doesn’t want it.
If he wants to wallow in self pity, that’s his own prerogative.
I, on the other hand, know exactly what I want, and who I want it with.
The cold night air bites at my skin as I take my helmet off my head.
It’s one in the morning and by the looks of my new favorite tracking app, my little bird is still here at the bar.
I walk inside, my eyes immediately making their way to the back of the bar.
I don’t even need to scope the place out for her, my eyes find what belongs to me all on their own.
The jukebox hums softly in the background, an old Loretta Lynn song playing that Wren’s singing along to behind the bar.
Her hair is up in a messy bun, loose strands falling at her neck.
She’s wearing a tank top again, but this one is white and shorter, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Her jeans sit snuggly above her hips, showcasing that beautiful fucking ass I’d love to bite into.
One way or another, I’m going to eat that ass.
She stops singing as soon as she hears the bell on the front door ring, signaling my arrival.
“Last call was fifteen minutes ago,” she shouts over her shoulder without turning to see who walked in, and then continues to sing along to the jukebox, her hips swaying gently to the rhythm.
I almost forgot how amazing she sounds. I need to hear her sing for me as I ram myself inside her tight little cunt.
I sit directly behind where she stands at the bar, patiently waiting for her to turn around and look at me. I know she can feel me here. I can tell in the way her body goes completely rigid, her singing stopping once more.
“Hello, little bird. Did you miss me?”
She turns around slowly, and my eyes catch a glimmer of something shining just below her cropped top.
Her belly button is pierced. Fuck me. Slowly bringing my eyes up, I find her big brown eyes already watching me.
My eyes glance down at her delicious mouth to see her plush lips pressed into a thin line, annoyance evident on her face.
I give her one of my best smiles. It’s one I’ve never given to anyone else before.
I can’t help it; she pulls it out of me.
She cocks her head to the side, her expression unreadable for only a moment. Then, slowly, her lips curve upward into a smile. For a second, it knocks the wind out of me.
Could she finally be warming up to me? I didn’t think it would be possible, especially after how she treated us the last time we were here. Somehow I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist my charm for too long.
But before I even have the chance to say anything, she lifts her right hand and flips me off while slamming a beer on the counter with the left, her smile never leaving her face. She remembered my order. My own grin deepens, that dark twisted part of me loving the fire she has in her.
Wren turns around, grabbing a rag and pretends to be busy while she ignores me.
She grabs her phone off the back counter and quickly checks it.
A scowl grows on her face before she locks her phone and shoves it into her back pocket.
I wonder who that is. Can’t let her get off that easily, though.
Clearing my throat, I try to get her attention again.
Unfortunately for her, I’m not going anywhere.
She swings around at the sound and snaps at me, “Where’s your better half? Aren’t the two of you attached at the hip or some shit?”
I laugh, a little shocked that she has such a mouth on her, but I shouldn’t be surprised. “You think he’s better than me? I’m offended.”
She smiles, actually fucking smiles, and I swear to whatever god is out there that I just fell in love. “I guess you really are the better one out of the two of you. Lennox is a fucking asshole.”
That drags an honest laugh out of me. “That he is. But you’ll get used to him. I think you’ve created a little Wren sized soft spot in him.” I say, leaning closer resting my elbows on the bartop.
She rolls her eyes, tossing the rag back onto the counter behind her and crossing her arms beneath her tits, pushing them up in a way that has my eyes zeroing in on them. How could someone with such a small frame have the kind of curves that she does? It’s fucking unreal.
“Baby, you’ve cracked open something in him most people would get killed for even brushing up against.”
She shakes her head, clearly not wanting to listen to a damn thing I have to say. “Is that supposed to scare me or something? And why are you telling me this? I thought it was you who was interested, with the way you won’t leave me alone and what not.”
“I am,” I murmur, my gaze sweeping down her body slowly. “But I don’t mind sharing something as special as you with my brother.” I wink at her and give her that smile that belongs to only her.
Wren laughs, a low, almost bitter sound. “Yeah, well, I’ve been ‘special’ before,” she says, throwing air quotes around the word special. “That didn’t exactly end well for anyone.”
My cock twitches at that. A woman with damage. I want every scar, every bruise, every broken piece she hides underneath all that attitude. I want to peel her open and lick her wounds one by one.
Wren reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out her cell phone, checking it once again, the scowl she wore earlier returning to her face.
Why does she keep checking that thing? Instead of putting it back in her pocket, she places it on the bar and locks it and then turns away from me to keep working.
But not before I steal a quick glance at the screen and read the name plastered across it.
Fucking. Richard.