28. ~Brianna~
28
~Brianna~
“What’s wrong with it?” I demanded with a noticeable edge.
Levi smirked as he pushed my laptop back to me, then started pulling up his own code on his. “Aww, baby, don’t get worked up—at least not in that way. I said I’d teach you a few things, so here it is.” He pulled up what he needed to, then pointed at a section of his code. “You see the difference? Yours left a backdoor entry point accessible. Most wouldn’t be able to work with that, so it’s why it’s not taught to go the extra mile with this. Well, also the fact that the way I’m doing that isn’t exactly on the up-and-up. But you and me, the world we walk in, we need to concern ourselves with the threat of the best trying to access our data and private information.”
“I see it,” I said, taking in his code and all its complexities. “I’m definitely better with software and programming apps than this side of things. I thought I could at least hold my own, but looking at this now, the holes you found in my code… it’s clear I can’t.”
“No, you can definitely hold your own. But, like I said, in our world, things need to be another level to protect ourselves.”
I looked out at him, very aware of him sitting so close to me, so much that I could feel his body heat and smell his sexy sandalwood scent.
He was in a gray pair of his go-to cargo pants today, with a white muscle tee that served to highlight his boxer’s physique beneath, all that hard muscle and incredibly toned abs. A gray hooded denim jacket completed his more relaxed look today.
I was dressed down too in just a pair of gray lounge pants and an off-the-shoulder pastel-pink top.
Levi might have appeared relaxed, but he wasn’t. Because it was Sunday and my last night here, because I’d only be here in the morning tomorrow, spending most of the long-weekend Monday at my apartment studying and making sure I was up to date on the remote learning I’d been doing for a few days after those leaked pictures had caused such a hoopla on campus for me.
Honestly, I was a little tense about it too.
It had been a really nice experience surrounded by the three of them in this house, not being alone with my thoughts, actually having people in my corner—in spite of the fucked-up way it had all started. Since Chloe had been called home by her extremely overbearing mother, I’d been without a close friend, the only friend I’d felt comfortable making because of how difficult it normally was for me to hide all the trauma behind a fa?ade of normalcy, to pretend it didn’t exist. She’d even messaged me telling me she wouldn’t actually be coming back now like she’d thought, that her return was being delayed, and she didn’t even know for how long.
Because of Levi, he’d set things up for me with him and the guys where I actually didn’t need to hide any of my trauma. More than not concealing it, they understood it because Levi had suffered from episodes just like me. Colton and Mason were used to dealing with it through him. And they didn’t look at me differently because of it. They didn’t treat me like broken glass, like I was damaged. I’d never had that before once someone had discovered my issues. Not even with my ex, Tommy. In fact, when Levi had posited that I hadn’t experienced the rough, raw, and mind-numbing intensity of sex before because Tommy had treated me so gently, he’d been right on.
As much as I liked being around the guys, the flipside was that things had moved fast since that night I’d come here to talk with Mason and end his Hex campaign against me. I needed some space to take stock of it all away from them so I could see things in a more clear and objective way. Also, having the guys around would be majorly distracting to my studies, and I couldn’t afford to screw up and fail out.
“Let’s take a break,” Levi said, pulling me from my thoughts.
“No, I’m good now. We can keep going.”
“We’ll come back to it. I’ve got something to show you, something for you to take home with you tomorrow.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that? Colt already gave me a going-home present. The recording of our duet, Until You.”
He chuckled. “Of course he did.” He laid his hand over the back of mine on the coffee table. “It was more than even a song to him—and that already means a fuck of a lot for him. It was him connecting with you, bonding.”
I smiled. “It was for me too. That’s what it’ll represent whenever I play it.”
“Good. He’ll be a happy little cupcake.”
It was my turn to laugh then. I slid my fingers into his hair, stroking softly and making him groan. “You’re so sweet with him.”
“Well, he makes it impossible not to be.”
“I can see that, yeah. But I like it, how you are with him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re like that with me too. Sweet and attentive.”
He gave my hand on the table a squeeze. “Well, you deserve to be treated like a princess. And not a club princess, because we’re equals, and I don’t want to push you to the sidelines like what was done to you with your dad’s motorcycle club. A whole lot of misogyny masquerading as intense overprotectiveness.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself.”
He eased away from me then, and I saw him tense up. “Speaking of that, and in the name of being equal partners and transparency between us, there’s something I need to—”
“Lev.”
We both jolted at the sound of the voice, and we swung our heads to see Mason now leaning against the open door.
“Mason, I just—” Levi started.
“You just wanted to show Brianna that thing you made for her? That secret present you’ve been keeping from her until it was completely finished and polished to perfection?”
I frowned as Levi hesitated and even more so as a look I couldn’t decipher passed between them.
But then Levi gave a nod and brightened again as he looked at me, then rose to his feet. “Come on. It’s in my workshop.”
Before I could get a word out, or question what was going on, which seemed to be beyond the mere surprise of a present, Mason told us, “We’ll have that talk right after, yes?”
“Sounds good,” Levi said all too quickly.
Okay, then.
Mason fondled my hair as Levi and I passed on by, sending a tremble of awareness through me and sparking that need I’d been feeling toward him increasingly so over the last couple of days with us being in close quarters.
“Dark angel,” I heard him breathe as Levi and I headed through the mansion toward his workshop.
“He’s up for it too, you know?” Levi said, eyeing me as we walked side-by-side. “He’s just really sexually-repressed, not at all open like Colt and me.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Why are you being so cool with the possibility, almost wanting it to go in that direction, really?”
“I want you to have everything that you desire. Despite our recent issues, Colt and Mason are my brothers, the closest people to me. To bring you closer, I need to make you a part of that world, of the three of us. Besides, my possessiveness doesn’t extend to the two of them. It’s completely different.”
“I see.” As complicated as it was. “So, why is Mason like that? So repressed?” I asked. “It seems to be more than his staunch need to be in total control of every little thing at all times.”
“You’ve read him well. It is more than that. A lot of it is his old man. He’s all about maintaining an infallible reputation and ensuring his son doesn’t impact Peter Hall’s pristine, straight-laced image in any way. Mason thinks that his sexuality plays into that, that Peter wouldn’t accept it. So he tries to repress it, but it’s a part of him, and it keeps rising up when he tries to shove it down, hence him turning to Colt to take the edge off that’s always so desperate at that point.”
“That’s really sad to hear. Especially in this day and age. Jeez. What about Colton?”
“His parents are the direct opposite, especially his dad. They’re so free and completely supportive of everything Colt does. His dad is a former frontman of an 80’s hairband, Epica . His mom heads a successful Wealth Management firm, Sharp Wealth , but she used to be a groupie—that’s how she met Oakley Sharp.”
“Wow, that’s an awesome meet-cute.”
“ Meet-cute? ” he chuckled. “Yeah.”
We reached his workshop that he’d shown me around yesterday, and he opened the door and gestured chivalrously for me to go on in ahead of him.
He walked in and made a beeline for a locked cabinet in the far corner.
“Present time,” he called over his shoulder, as he opened it, then lifted something out.
He turned and placed it on a nearby workbench.
The moment I took it in, my breath caught in my throat.
It was absolutely exquisite.
So beautiful.
The skill that had gone into carving it was incredible. He’d clearly put so much effort into it.
“Wow,” I breathed. “It’s amazing.” I took in the twelve-inch standing wooden butterfly, the intricate details of its wings, the beautiful wood he’d used to fashion it.
“It’s a nightlight,” he told me, flipping the switch he’d hooked up to it and I watched a warm, yellow light bathe the workshop. “I know you don’t like the dark. I figured this would help and it can be programmed to go on when it suits your sleep schedule precisely. You can even switch it on via your phone before you get home, so you don’t have to walk into a dark apartment ever again.”
I couldn’t contain myself for the life of me, and I was throwing my arms around him in the very next second and hugging the life out of him.
He laughed as I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, the underside of his chin, then squeezed him to me.
“That’s it, I’m making you another dozen of these if I’m gonna get this reaction every time.”
I sank into him. “This is the sweetest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, lovely .”
“Of course. Now you can take a piece of me home with you.”
“I already am.”
“Yeah?” he asked, our gazes clashing intensely.
I smiled. “You been with me for the last six years. I’ve carried you with me.”
“As I have you, my Wildflower.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I mean, yeah, back to my apartment so I can focus on college, but that’s it. I like it in the company of the three of you.”
“Promise. Promise me that, Brianna.”
I kissed his cheek. “Promise.”
“We’ll split the command of Hex by forty-sixty. You take more leadership, because that’s how you need it to feel in control,” Levi spoke. “But I’ll be there to stop you from going too far and allowing your addiction to the taste of power from spiraling.”
“Sounds good,” Mason said.
Really easily, surprisingly.
“We’ll also need a tie-breaker in effect for when we inevitably clash over an issue or an approach toward a situation,” he pointed out.
“It can’t be Colt. He’s doing well in college finally. This will be too much of a distraction.”
“Agreed.” Mason’s gaze fell to me.
“Me?”
He nodded. “You’re reasonable and diplomatic. You can reconcile both sides of an issue. And your ego is checked and not a problem.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I can do that.”
“Perfect,” Levi spoke.
Mason sat forward in the armchair and looked between Levi and me snuggled on the couch. “Although, there is a chance of bias.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Why is that?”
Levi rolled his eyes and answered for Mason. “He means, because you’ve had my cock.”
I spluttered. “What?”
Mason waggled his eyebrows. “You heard him.”
“Wow, you’re actually openly flirting,” Levi commented.
“He does that sometimes,” a voice came from the living room door, and we looked to see Colton leaning against the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, looking all sexy as usual in his leather pants and a tiger-print shirt that was only done up halfway. His platinum-blond mohawk was a little out of shape and wilder than usual, giving him more of a rugged look.
He grinned at Levi and me, then said, “When he’s hard-up, or really fucking turned on.”
“Colt,” Mason groused.
“Nuh uh,” Levi said. “Don’t retreat back into your repressive state. Keep it going.”
I eased from Levi’s hold and moved to the edge of the chair, eyeing him and asking pointedly, “You want to fuck me?”
He started at my brazenness.
I could see his resistance, conflicted about retreating into himself, versus taking a leap and actually breaking from his control and being free for at least a little while.
“Or is it Colton you’re needing?” I pushed carefully.
I could feel Levi and Colton looking on with bated breath.
The tension ramped up.
And then Mason’s eyes flamed and he growled back at me. “Both.”
My back hit the bed.
Three shadows fell over me.
Closing in.
Threatening me with erotic torment.
Promising me twisted depravity.
Offering me the freedom of it that I craved.
That we all craved.
“Worship our girl, boys,” I heard Levi say in the midst of the rustling of clothing being torn off and hitting the floor of Mason’s bedroom.
There was no build up this time, and I didn’t want it, I wanted to be consumed completely. I wanted them all consumed with me.
The three of them worked together to rip my clothes from my body.
“Fuck me,” I heard Mason say when I was bared to them. “Stunning.”
He was there then, taking me in a deep kiss. I opened and he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
I jolted when I felt another mouth on my breasts, sucking on my nipples, and I looked to see Colt there teasing me.
And then my thighs were spread wide and Levi dove between them, bringing out his animalistic side as he tortured my pussy with his lips, tongue, and teeth.
The overstimulation had me beside myself and I was thrashing on the bed within moments as pleasure built so quickly that I couldn’t get a handle on it.
It happened so fast with them all over me and my entire body lurched as I came with a shriek that pulled Mason’s mouth from mine.
As I basked in the slowly rescinding pleasure, I was lifted off my back, and then I was looking into Colt’s eyes as Levi and Mason lowered me onto his cock.
I cried out as he stretched me open, them making me take him balls deep until I was settled all the way down and sitting on his thighs, mine wrapped around his hips as he sat up against the headboard.
Colt was gritting his teeth and looking out at the guys. “Damn.”
“I know,” Levi said, smirking at me, knowing how it felt to sink into me.
He was there then stroking my back, particularly my tattoo. “All right, baby?”
I smiled out at him through hooded eyes, focused on the feel of Colt’s cock filling me so perfectly. “Perfect.”
Mason chuckled and played with my hair, brushing some stray strands out of my face. “Remarkable woman, aren’t you?”
Colt reached out and fingered my all-seeing eye pendant, smiling up at me.
Then he started rolling his hips and I threw my head back at the glorious sensation. Mason’s fingers trailed down my throat, over my breasts, feeling my soft flesh, then pinching my nipples and making me tremble with the sensations and bounce on Colt as my need skyrocketed and I succumbed to the heady intensity of it all.
I grabbed Mason’s cock and he grunted, instinctively drawing closer to me, wanting my touch. I stroked him, exploring his shaft, his tip, down to his balls. When I rolled them between my fingers then pinched them, his cock jerked and he groaned as pre-cum leaked from his tip.
Colt, keeping up the sensual roll of his hips, reached out and grasped Mason’s ass as I was teasing his cock and making him moan for me. Colt had me jolting as he reached between us and slicked his finger in my wetness. And then a thrill ran through me as he eased it into Mason’s ass.
“God,” I breathed, watching the erotic show as he thrust and twisted, making Mason’s cock jerk in my hold.
“That’s it, darlin’,” Colt uttered. “Let it all go.”
And he did.
Apparently, he’d been holding back, something Colt had recognized, because then a snarl came from him and he was fisting my hair, then shoving his cock into my mouth, and fucking my throat like a wild thing.
Yes!
It was hot and domineering and vicious.
And so fucking freeing.
Just what I’d wanted from them all, from being utterly consumed by them.
I rose to it, swallowing around his crown and watching with a thrill as he recognized that I didn’t have a gag reflex.
“Fuck me,” he growled. “Ungh, yeah.”
I felt heat at my back and then pressure at my hole a moment before two slicked fingers slid into my ass, making me jolt.
I tried to look over my shoulder, but I couldn’t because Mason kept my head held in a tight-fisted grip. “Uh uh. Just feel, dark angel.”
“Hell, yeah,” Colt said, leaning in and slicking his tongue all over my breasts, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through me when he rolled his stud over my nipples.
Mason cried out in rapture as I moaned around his shaft pumping in and out of my throat.
The fingers in my ass started to move and curl inside me, twisting and stretching me, the burn an exquisite addition to the over-stimulating pleasure.
When they suddenly left me, I whimpered.
Mason eased his cock from my mouth and grasped my throat. “Stick out your tongue.”
I just did it and he placed his cock there.
“Don’t lick. Just hold,” he commanded.
The degradation of it sent a thrill through me I hadn’t experienced in this sort of way before.
Massive pressure at my ass had me moving and Mason squeezed my throat in warning. “Be still. Hold.”
Colt’s hips stilled and then he was reaching down between us and teasing my clit, rolling, pinching and pulling, then spreading my wetness all over it.
Oh God, it was amazing.
And it had me relaxing enough that the pressure at my hole lessened and then Levi’s cock slipped through into my depths.
“Ungh,” I grunted.
Mason grinned. “Now lick.”
I slathered his cock all over, making him shudder for me.
And then he fisted my hair and drove down my throat again.
At the same time, Levi started thrusting in and out of my ass, and Colt slammed up into my pussy.
I cried out around Mason’s cock and lost control, bouncing wildly on Colt’s cock, then trying to thrust back onto Levi’s at the same time.
It was a blur of insane intensity and stimulation that was climbing higher and higher with every passing second of having them all over me, using my body, as I reveled in every delirious moment of it.
I scraped my nails down Mason’s chest, drawing blood from the viciousness of it that had him growling like an animal and sending a delicious thrill through me.
Colt grabbed his ass, not breaking his rhythm fucking me for a second as he drove a finger deep inside him again, twisting roughly, then pounding rapid-fire.
“Hell fucking fuck!” Mason cried out, a moment before he came down my throat, pulled out, then finished on my breasts.
His hot cum spraying me pushed me over the edge and I came all over Colt’s cock.
“Shit, that grip,” he gritted out a moment before I had him coming inside me too.
“Christ,” Levi grunted, obviously having felt all of that. “Your tight little ass is killing me, baby.” A telltale growl from him and a final thrust had him spurting inside my depths.
The sensation pushed me over the edge again, and then I was coming over Colt again.
He threw his head back. “Damn… yeah, that’s it.”
Levi slipped out of me and Colt lifted me off him.
Just as I was about to slump down onto the sheets, the three of them flipped me onto my stomach.
And then they shocked me as they all descended on me, licking, nipping and sucking every inch of my body, cleaning off their cum, pushing it back inside my ass and pussy, then eating it out of me, playing with me and driving me into utter delirium.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I sipped at my glass of water that I’d retrieved from the kitchen after waking up parched and boiling hot from the guys sleeping all over me.
I’d intended to head right back to Mason’s bedroom, but as I passed by an open door that I hadn’t been in before, I caught sight of several bookshelves. A library in the middle of the mansion? Yeah, that sort of thing fit well.
I walked inside to find a room with floor-to-ceiling sleek black and white bookshelves, one hell of a library containing hundreds of volumes, with a cozy saucer chair in the corner for reading, no doubt.
There were many Law books, all heavy stuff, on one bookcase. But the rest lining the shelves were quite different. I looked through the titles and a pattern emerged regarding the authors of Mark Twain, Hemingway, Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Theodore Dreiser.
“Twentieth Century American literature,” a voice sounded, making me jump.
I turned to see Mason strolling in, just a pair of black boxers on, all that ink and muscle on display. His brown hair was all wild and sexy.
“Satire and cynicism?”
“There’s that through them, yes. But I’m focused on the freedom and sense of individualism. That’s why I like them.”
I smiled sadly. “Something you aspire to, but don’t believe you can actually touch?”
“Pretty much.” The corner of his mouth turned up. “Although, last night certainly flew in the face of that.”
I smiled. “It did.”
“You had a similar existence when the Steel Dawn Motorcycle Club was operational, yes? Levi told me a little bit about it.”
I nodded. “There wasn’t a lot of freedom back then. As club princess, it was all about being secured and protected, pushed off to the sidelines and kept away from everything. I was basically a porcelain doll to them all.”
“And your biker boyfriend? You weren’t free with him?”
“Not really. It wasn’t like that. He was my assigned protection and also the first person I saw when my dad and Levi’s dad raided that hellhole we were being held in. So, the relationship started from a messed-up place. I was in a messed-up place, and I was desperate to erase what had happened to me there. Tommy became the vehicle through which I did that—or tried to.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out and cupping my cheek in a tender way I never would have imagined from him a few days ago. But, as he’d shown me recently, and last night, Mason Hall was capable of a lot more than he let on.
I smiled up at him. “Your situation isn’t permanent either. Things changed for me because I fought like crazy to be able to leave all that behind, to come here and do what I wanted to do with my life, instead of working under my dad as an assistant or something in one of his small businesses.”
“I appreciate you saying that, but the time was right for you when you made those moves. For me, it’s a lot more complicated. My father sees to that.”
Realization hit me. “He has something on you, doesn’t he?”
He tensed, then eased his hand away, and slumped against one of the bookcases. “Something that I couldn’t just walk away from. Something that impacts Colt and Lev too.”
“What is it?”
“Revealing that would require a mass amount of trust.”
“I already know about Hex, how it works and even exactly who your members are.”
“My members? How?”
“When an enemy comes at you, it’s pertinent to gather all that you can on them.”
“Fuck me, why didn’t you say anything when Lev and I were having our peace talk and discussing Hex downstairs?”
“It could’ve been read as a threat. I didn’t want to destabilize our new truce. Now you’re talking about trust, though, I needed it to use as an example of what I’m already being trustworthy with. If I’d wanted to, I could have easily finished what Levi started and taken every single member out. The shower attack I only knew those members. And the frat infestations, I wasn’t sure who exactly among them were members, so it had a lot of collateral damage, displacing many, instead of the few I now know were members.”
“Jesus, that’s something else.”
I fixed my pink robe around me that was coming loose and winked at him. “I know.”
It took him a moment, but then he settled in against the bookcase and told me, “Five years ago, I was on track to becoming what I really wanted to be—a tattoo artist. And then something happened. Well, Levi Knight happened. He was sixteen at the time and it was one year after the kidnapping. He’d hid it well and we’d all thought that he’d moved past it and dealt with the trauma, but he hadn’t. Colt and I found it out the hard way. Lev had been sublimating by training hardcore in various forms of combat in secret.”
“So he could street fight?”
“No, this training… it was to kill.”
“Jeez.”
“Yeah. So, one night, Lev headed out to an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of the city. Colt followed him, unbeknownst to either of us at first, because he thought Lev was headed to a secret house party. Back then he used to get invited to everything, his whole mysterious vibe really making him popular, along with his father thrusting him into the public eye as his heir a lot—overcompensation for the kidnapping, we believed, with him wanting to reinforce the stability of the Knight empire.” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “But it wasn’t a party. Lev had got a lock on an up-and-coming gang of drug dealers and rapists and he was using his rage and pain of his trauma and dialing it to violence, intending to beat the five of them down and dispense some frontier justice, and run them out of the city. Anyway, it didn’t exactly go to plan. Lev hesitated when he found Colt there. But it was too late to back out when the guys came at them. I’d been tracking Colt’s strange movements with our friend GPS app he and I had. I arrived to a bloodbath. The enemy’s. Lev was tearing into them like a madman, roaring and growling like an animal. One of them had ripped off Lev’s balaclava, so it was too late, they’d seen his face. So the bloodbath escalated to a whole lot more. Between us, Lev and I murdered the five of them, while Colt went into shock on the sidelines. In the middle of it, I got shot.” He gestured to the scar in his right shoulder. “That scar over Lev’s abs was him taking a bullet that night too.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
“After that, Roman and my father worked together to cover it up. My father has used it to control me ever since. I had to give up my tattoo artist career and go into Law as he’d wanted. He kept evidence of that night as a threat that constantly hangs over my head if I fall out of line. Lev has tried to get to it before, but it’s not kept on any of the Honor Hall Law servers. It’s a physical tape of that night from the security system the guys had installed at the house.”
I frowned. “So, what would he do if you did fall out of line? Release it? How would that help him if his son is taken down?”
“He’d disown me. As long as I do what I’m told and I’m useful to him, I’m his son, and his heir apparent. I don’t and he’ll have no use for me… he’ll burn me.”
“Fuck,” I choked. “That’s demented.”
“No arguments here. But it’s also my reality.”
That explained the full extent of why things were so antagonistic between him and Levi.
Wow.
“Reviving Hex in the way I did, was me trying to build contacts and assets to be able to counter my father’s threat, to find something on him. ”
“To regain your freedom.”
“Yeah.”
“And Levi? What were the consequences for him?”
“Roman loves his son deeply. There weren’t any brutal threats or force from him, but it did begin Roman’s very close watch over Lev. But Levi learned to become extremely resourceful and he’s able to evade that and throw up smokescreens, like that internship. And Colt, well he didn’t murder anyone. His parents encouraged him to pursue music and stick with it, they opened a lot of doors for him. They are the most laidback people you’ll ever meet. It’s likely why he’s able to be so incredibly free and light.”
“He’s a perfect counter to you.”
He smiled. “Yes, he is.”
I closed the distance between us and stroked his arms. “I’m really sorry you’ve had to suffer for that.”
“Thank you. So, that’s where I’m coming from when I clash with Lev. He’s my brother and I love him, but there’s also that.”
“It’s complicated, more than I even imagined.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, easing from my hold. “It is.”
He looked a world away from his usual in-charge, steadfast self now. The pain of recalling such an awful time and how it had continued to impact him to this day had taken that spark out of him.
It cut at me, because I knew that sort of pain all too well.
I didn’t want him to be alone in it.
“My mom was there,” I ended up revealing in a burst.
He cocked his head to the side. “What?”
I fingered my all-seeing eye pendant. “This was hers. She gave it to me shortly before it happened for a graduation gift. She said it had served her well over the years, a symbol of security and protection, and of her watching over me wherever I went in life.” I sucked in a breath. “She was there during that hell. During the kidnapping, Levi and I weren’t always the only ones there.”
I sucked in a breath and then the words came tumbling out, the recollection spilling forth.
I could hear Levi screaming as I was dragged from the chair by a big guy I’d learned was named Kyle.
I was exhausted, barely lucid. I was beyond sore between my legs, raw, really. And I was bleeding from the brutal abuse. It trickled down my legs as they dragged me barefoot and in what was left of my now shredded and dirtied white dress.
A pained cry from Levi had me only just trying to turn my head.
And that was when I saw the other guy, Royce, kicking and beating him on the ground, then shoving the toe of his boot into his mouth until he gagged and retched.
“Stop!” I cried. “Leave him! He’s a kid! Stop!”
“Boss will only leave him when he shuts the fuck up and stops trying to save you. He wants him to learn not to keep fighting,” Kyle told me quietly, like he was trying to help. But how could that be? He was dragging me back to that madman, Malcolm Lynch. “He needs to break. Or pretend to. When you get back, tell him that. He won’t make it out alive otherwise.”
Before I could get a word out, I was dragged toward that awful interrogation room again where bad things had been done to me. Where Malcolm had first made me bleed for him, taking from me what should have never been for him. It was supposed to have been a special time, but it had all been torn away.
The place we were in seemed like an abandoned police station, or something. There was that two-way glass stuff in the interrogation room where Malcolm had whispered to me that we were being watched as he’d… defiled me over and over again.
This time, I was dragged into the viewing room, not the interrogation room.
I shuddered as Malcolm stood there in just a pair of dress pants, his dick already hard and prepared for another awful session.
He yanked me from Kyle and ordered, “Leave us.”
“Boss, listen, I think this is enough. They’re already really fucking traumatized. Mission accomplished, yeah?”
“I’ll say when it’s enough, now get the fuck out. Tell Royce to bring our guest in.”
Kyle hesitated, his gaze meeting mine.
But then he sucked in a steadying breath and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
“There’s my pretty princess,” Malcolm said, breathing me in. “Mmm, you smell like me. All fucking over.”
I cried out as he pushed me over to the two-way glass.
I threw my palms out to stop myself from smashing my face into it.
And then his body was pushing into mine, while his hand reached under my dirtied dress.
I shuddered as he whispered hauntingly at me ear. “Watch the show and be my good whore and I won’t have hands laid on the boy for two whole days.”
When I didn’t respond, he yanked on my hair at the roots, making me hiss at the biting pain.
“Deal?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Good pretty princess.” He played with my hair in a creepy way that had another shudder rolling through me. “Now, you’ve proven far too resilient and I need to remedy that. Can’t have you coming out of this unscathed, can I? What would be the point in all the effort I put into pulling this off? The boy is already close to breaking, now it’s your turn. And lucky for me, Mommy made the foolish mistake of trying to find you on her own, independent of Curt and Roman’s efforts.”
A chill ran down my spine. “Mom?”
“Yes, Penny Walker, the queen of the Steel Dawn MC.”
“No… what have you—”
He slammed inside me, filling me brutally, making me shriek.
Clamping his hand over my mouth, he rocked into me as the door to the interrogation room opened.
My heart lurched as Royce appeared and dragged my mom in. Her jeans and t-shirt were caked in mud, her leather jacket even torn, and her black hair, just like mine, was matted.
“Baby girl!” she shrieked, staring at the glass.
“She can’t see you,” Malcolm told me. “I’ve just had Royce tell her you’re here being railed by me like a good little whore bitch.”
I couldn’t even fight as he tightened his grip on me, then fucked into me like a madman, as Royce slapped my mom hard across the face.
I screamed into his hand as he started beating on her until she collapsed onto the concrete.
“All this fear from you is turning me on. Go on, squeeze my cock, and I’ll make it quick for her, no more drawing it out.”
I couldn’t process any of it, I just shrieked and bucked in his merciless hold.
And then Royce drew a gun.
I couldn’t do a fucking thing as he fired off a shot right through my mom’s skull, blowing her away right before my eyes.
I screamed and screamed, tears pouring down my face.
“Ah, fuck, yeah, that was the shit,” Malcolm grunted as he spilled inside me, then ripped me off him and tossed me onto the concrete on my hands and knees.
“That’s for giving Roman’s heir hope. You’re fucking up my plans. There’s no hope here. You’re my whore, your mom is dead with a failed rescue attempt, and the same will happen to Roman and Curt when they come too.” He yanked on my hair as I balled my eyes out, shuddering and choking on my tears. “Break, bitch,” he spat, then threw open the door and commanded to one of his guys, “Get her back to the chair.”
I snapped back to the immediate moment, working on controlling my breathing, in a bid to prevent another episode from befalling me.
“After that, he threw her body in with me and Levi for a couple of days. All in his attempt to break us.”
“Jesus fuck,” Mason rasped.
And then his arms were around me, holding me tightly to him, up against his warmth.
“You did it,” Levi’s broken voice sounded, before he joined the embrace and the two of them gave me the comfort I’d never really had, that I’d never really allowed in all the years prior.
“Thanks to you all,” I murmured against them. “You’re freeing me. Thank you.”
“The thanks is all owed to you, Wildflower. All to you.”
In the middle of it, I caught Levi and Mason exchanging a fierce resolute look, communicating something intense to each other.
I couldn’t even ask, because I was too caught up in the moment, and liberating myself from the memories I’d kept to myself like poison for so long.
So fucking long.