23. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Hazen
F reya’s head rests in my lap, her soft snores filling Gage’s car.
I gently brush my fingers over her swollen cheek, anger coursing through me.
Who the fuck did this to her?
I’m going to find out and kill that motherfucker.
It wasn’t my idea to throw a bag over her head and kidnap her, but here we are, driving through the streets of Daringhood, avoiding any of the major roads and trying to get back over the tracks.
It was a risk coming here without more members of our Brotherhood to protect us if shit went south, but Freya wasn’t answering any of our calls and we were worried.
The piece-of-shit car we borrowed blends in with the streets, so no one recognizes us.
Thank fuck.
When she finally wakes up, well, it won’t be pretty.
I’ll take her anger and anything else she throws at us, and I’d do it all over again to ensure she’s by our side.
Protected.
I didn’t protect her back when we were kids, and that’s my biggest regret.
I won’t ever make that mistake again.
Lucas looks over his shoulder, staring at Freya with his eyebrows drawn together, then his lip pulls back in a half smile.
It’s gone just as quickly before he turns back around and grabs his bottle of vodka.
He’s still hurting—that much is evident.
After the bombing, when he went with Freya to the hospital, I thought they sorted their shit out, but apparently not.
He’s still drinking recklessly and hardly talks to us.
I hate to admit it, and I wouldn’t get caught telling him this, but I miss his smart-ass remarks and playfulness.
It’s weird seeing him like this.
“Think now you’ll sort things out with her?” I ask, and Lucas freezes with the bottle halfway to his mouth.
All I hear are the soft snores coming from Freya in the quiet that follows.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll drop it,” Lucas mumbles, and I roll my eyes.
“Not when it affects all of us. We’re in this relationship together, and we need to know where you stand.”
Lucas lets out a loud exhale before bringing the bottle back to his lips.
Gage stays silent in the front seat as we make our way over the tracks.
My shoulders drop just as our back wheels roll over the final track.
Home in our own territory.
Safe.
At least for now.
“I’m not fucking dating you or Gage, unless you want me to stick my dick in your ass?” He pulls down his visor and waggles his eyebrows.
I laugh, then shake my head.
Finally, some of the old Lucas coming out to play.
“I’m not having your limp dick anywhere near me, thank you very much.”
Lucas chuckles.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t be able to handle the sheer size of it.”
I open my mouth to reply, but Freya stirs in my lap before her eyes fly open.
She sits up quickly, smacking me in the nose with her fist.
Pain splinters through my head and blood drips down onto my lip.
She glances frantically around the car, her gaze snapping to mine.
Her eyes are wild with rage.
“What the actual fuck?!” she spits out, balling her fists.
I raise my hands in surrender.
“Not my idea,” I say, pointing toward Lucas.
She shuffles forward on the back seat and reaches around the passenger seat to grip Lucas’s throat.
A wicked smirk plays on his lips through the visor’s mirror.
My cock hardens against my briefs, watching her take control of this situation.
Fuck, this girl is my everything.
Though I have no idea how I got so lucky as to claim her heart, I hope I never lose her.
I don’t think I’m worthy of her or her heart, but fuck do I need it.
Fuck do I need her .
She’s not pure.
She’s broken, just like me.
Like all of us.
“You like to kidnap innocent, vulnerable women while they’re pissing in the woods?” Freya leans between the two front seats, her face right next to Lucas’s.
He doesn’t move, still facing forward.
“You aren’t vulnerable or innocent,” he challenges, and Freya releases a heavy sigh.
“When will you forgive me?” Her voice breaks a little, and it takes everything in me not to say something, to yell at Lucas.
But this isn’t my battle.
This is between them.
Only they can sort this shit out.
Lucas bites into his bottom lip.
His eyes drop, and Freya releases his throat but doesn’t lean back.
She’s stuck between the two seats.
Gage eases us into my driveway and pulls the car to a stop.
“We’ve talked about this before, Freya. I love you, but my heart is still broken into a million sharp pieces, and I don’t know when I’ll be ready to let you back in fully. Just give me time, please?”
The silence of the car rings in my ears.
Freya presses a soft kiss against Lucas’s cheek.
“I’ll wait for you,” she whispers, and Lucas smiles before reaching for the door handle and exiting, heading toward the front door.
Freya falls back into the seat next to me, and I wrap my arm over her shoulder, pressing a kiss into her hair.
“Who hurt you?” I ask, running my thumb over her swollen cheek.
“My mom.” She sighs, and it takes everything in me not to drive back over the tracks and deal with her mother.
Freya needs me, but I hope that woman gets what’s coming.
I don’t want Freya anywhere near her anymore.
Gage gets out, and we follow him into the cool night.
I pull Freya closer to me and she snuggles into my chest.
We make our way inside my house, up the stairs, and into her new bedroom.
I switch on the light and Freya slowly steps inside.
“Wow,” she whispers, her gaze scanning the room, from her large bed to the custom-made artwork of the cliff she loves jumping off.
“You did this for me?”
“Of course. I promised that I’d create a space just for you to escape to,” I say.
Freya turns to me, her eyes glassy.
“Thank you.”
She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head on my chest.
I hold her, bringing my lips to the top of her head.
She deserves so much more than this, but it’s a start.
Gage falls backward onto her neatly made king bed with a heavy sigh, and Lucas shuts the bathroom door behind him with a soft click.
We stop at the end of her bed, and Gage leans back on his elbows, watching Freya with hooded eyes.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Gage says.
“Don’t you think, brother?” He raises an eyebrow at me, and I nod, brushing my fingers along Freya’s stomach.
“Speak for yourself,” Freya says, and Gage chuckles.
He moves forward, lifting his shirt over his head, followed by his pants and underwear that fall at his feet.
Freya’s breath catches.
My fingers move under her top and lift it higher and higher, then over her head.
Goose bumps scatter on her stomach as I move my fingers along the waistband of her leggings.
They hug her legs like a glove, showing off every curve, but those legs look even better when it’s just her milky skin.
They need to come off.
I pull them over her tight ass and down her thighs, followed by her lacy underwear.
The bed dips, and Gage pushes back until he’s leaning back against the pillows.
His hand wraps around his cock as he watches Freya closely.
His other hand rests behind his neck.
I slap Freya’s ass, and she bends over, her hands gripping the dark-blue duvet cover, her ass pushing back against my throbbing cock.
After reaching for her bra, I unclasp it, and her tits fall free.
As I run my finger over her hard nipple, a soft moan falls from her lips.
I pinch and her head arches back slightly.
“Touch yourself, Freya. Show us what you need,” Gage says, and my heart thuds at the prospect.
“Like this,” she says, her hand running down her chest slowly.
I move around her, taking off my clothes as I go.
I want to watch her.
I need to see her come apart.
“Tell us what you’re doing. Paint the picture for us,” I say, my cock hard and ready in my palm.
“My clit begs to be touched, sucked,” she says, her voice husky.
She runs two fingers between her folds, her gaze moving between Gage and me.
“I’m wet, so drenched. My fingers slide effortlessly—”
The bathroom door opens, and Freya stops speaking but doesn’t stop moving her fingers against her clit.
Lucas stares at Freya, a mixture of lust and betrayal evident in his gaze.
Water from the shower clings to his chest, a towel wrapped low on his waist.
“Don’t stop on my account. Keep going with those dirty words,” he says, moving toward the armchair in the corner of the room, dropping his towel along the way.
Freya’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
She clears her throat, moving her attention back to Gage.
“Where was I?” she asks, biting into her lower lip.
“You were saying how effortlessly your fingers are gliding through your folds,” Gage encourages her, and she cocks her head to the side.
She moves forward, one hand propped on the edge of the bed.
Her index finger rubs against her clit, and it takes everything in me not to go to her, to help her.
To finish her off.
No, she’s clearly capable of this.
A bead of precum pearls at the tip of my cock, and I rub it off and down my shaft.
“That’s right, my clit is begging me to rub harder.” She inhales deeply.
“Faster.” Her fingers match her words.
“How does it feel?” I ask.
She looks over at me, her eyes a wild, bright blue.
Licking her deep-cherry lips, she murmurs, “Electrifying. Fuck .” She jolts forward, her fingers tightening around the fabric.
I keep up with her pace, imagining her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.
Fuck is right.
“Let go. Give in,” Gage encourages, and her pace increases until her loud cries fill the bedroom.
I follow right behind her, my cum shooting onto the brand-new bedding.
Before she has a chance to relax, I’m up, moving behind her.
A wild energy takes over my body, and I want to control her.
To fuck her without her approval.
To take her cunt, because that’s who I am.
My fingers tangle in her hair.
I forcefully push her head into the bed, and she lets out a loud shriek.
I muffle it by pushing her farther into the fabric.
Her ass rises, rubbing against my ready, throbbing cock that’s still rock hard after coming.
I slam into her, and she jolts forward.
“Bro—” Lucas tries to say something, but I block him out, slamming my eyes shut as I pound into her, fast and rough.
My other hand grips her hip, my short nails digging into her skin.
Her warm cunt wraps around my cock like a second skin.
She’s addictive, and fuck , she feels so good.
I want to die inside her, for her cunt to strangle my cock.
I’d leave this world a happy man.
I continue fucking her hard until my cum explodes in her sweet pussy.
Pulling out, I release my grip on her.
The rest of the room comes back into focus after I’ve sated my need to feel her, to fill her.
I stumble backward, my heart racing so fast it starts to ring between my ears.
Freya turns around slowly, her cheeks red and her hair a tangled mess.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I—” I stop as I catch blood running down her hip.
She follows my gaze and moves closer to me, but I shake my head, retreating until my back hits the wall.
I’m a monster.
How am I this fucked up, hurting her for pleasure?
Is this who I am?
Freya hugs me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to look at her.
She doesn’t deserve the likes of me.
“Shh, look at me,” she begs, her finger running along my jaw.
My chest rises and falls against hers, but I refuse to open my eyes.
I can’t.
Because then she’ll see me for who I truly am.
One fucked-up animal, who preys on broken toys.
Who chews them up, then spits them out once I’m done, leaving them panting, bleeding, and messed up.
Fuck.
I’m just like him.
Freya’s hands wrap around my torso, her head resting on my raging heart.
My hands ball at my sides, and I want to push her away.
To flee and never come back.
But I can’t move.
I can’t walk away.
I’m stuck, and I fucking hate myself for it.
“I wanted that, and I want you,” she whispers, and my damaged soul clings on to each word.
“But I’m broken, fucked up,” I say.
She peers at me with her stormy-blue eyes.
“Who isn’t? I’m the same,” she whispers.
“We all are,” Lucas says from the corner of the room, but I can’t look away from her, afraid that if I do, then she’ll be gone.
“That’s why we fit together,” Gage says.
“Till death do us part,” I whisper, and Freya’s lips claim mine.
Her salty tears are a reminder of what I’ve got to live for.
She loves me for who I am, and I’ll spend every day wondering how my broken soul got so lucky.