29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Gage
“N o, we’re walking home,” Freya replies with a smug smile on her pretty cherry lips, moving past my door.
My fingers grip the steering wheel, and I can’t fucking deal with even one more disobedient person today.
I’m already exhausted after recruiting new members, and I have a shit ton more to do tomorrow.
The last thing I wanted was to come home, expecting to find Freya in my bed, but finding an empty house with no sign of the girls instead.
We’ve been driving around for the last thirty minutes, trying to find them, and I’m beyond pissed off.
I need sleep and my girl in my bed, preferably with her tight cunt around my cock.
“It wasn’t an offer,” I growl, and she ignores me.
“Get her,” I say to Hazen.
The back door of my car opens, and Hazen jumps out, grabs Freya around her waist, and shoves her inside onto the backseat.
Amirah slides in next to Freya, glaring at me through the mirror.
They should know better than to be sneaking around, especially with the state of things.
If I don’t know where they are, then how can I protect them?
I fucking can’t.
I might need to buy a lock for my sister’s bedroom and for Freya’s room at Hazen’s—then at least I’d know where they are.
We’ve got enough shit to deal with.
Neither of them would be happy with that, and they might try to burn down their doors, but at least it would buy me some time.
We’re not ready for a war, and that’s exactly why Kai’s attacking us now.
He knows that, and fuck, I’d actually applaud him for it if he wasn’t our enemy.
We’ve just taken over leadership.
We’re new—fresh meat.
Even though we’ve been training our whole lives as young pups for this, this time, we have to stand tall.
We can’t afford to look weak—it’s fucking embarrassing.
I drive home, the entire trip silent.
We move past Dominic’s place, and the lights are on.
“Is he still living there?” Freya asks from the backseat.
“Under our watch,” I say.
“Brax has eyes on him.”
We can’t afford to have him attacking us too.
He craves power too much to sit back, and we can’t entertain that fight right now on top of everything else.
If he comes for us, we’ll end him.
I drop Amirah back at my place.
Freya goes to follow her, but Hazen leans over her, pulling the door shut, and I hit the locks.
Freya flips me off, falling back into her seat with a huff.
I watch her from the rearview mirror, raising my eyebrow, challenging her to bitch at me, but she doesn’t.
She rubs her eyes and looks back out the window.
I make sure Amirah gets inside, and one of the security guards waves at me before I drive toward Hazen’s house.
It’s quickly becoming a place we all call home.
Hazen, Lucas, and I stay here most nights, as well as Freya since she’s been back.
It feels like a home—all of us being together under one roof.
I’ve always loved living with family.
That’s why Amirah and I were so close growing up.
Sure, we never had much to do with Mom, since she was overseas all the time, but our nanny, Lillian, was a great substitute mother who we adored.
I pull into the underground garage and switch the car off.
Freya rips open her door and slams it shut.
“Well, someone’s cranky. Looks like you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” Lucas chuckles.
“Piss off,” I grunt, sliding out of the car.
I’m sleeping in my bed with Freya, whether she likes it or not.
I follow her inside.
She storms up the stairs, and I’m right behind her.
When she walks past my room, I reach out, grabbing her wrist to pull her to a stop.
She whirls around, yanking her hand free and leveling me with angry eyes.
Fuck me, she’s beautiful.
This is exactly why I want to make her angry.
To feed off the anger coming off her.
She shows her emotions way too easily.
I need someone who will challenge me—someone who won’t just put up with my shit and roll over like a good girl.
I want someone who will fight me, disagree with me, and have her own opinions.
Who will rise to all the bullshit I throw her way, and fuck me, have I found her.
Our relationship isn’t normal, far from it, but what I feel for her is like nothing else.
I’d gladly step in front of her and take a bullet to the chest if I had to, even though she’d fight me on that and call me a dickhead.
When she came storming back into my life, I hated her.
I didn’t want to see her again because she broke my heart when she walked away from me that night and chose Amirah.
I’ve never admitted this to her, and I’ll probably take it to my grave.
She knows how I feel about her.
“You’re sleeping with me tonight,” I growl, and she rolls her eyes.
I’m on her in seconds, forcing her backward into my door.
Her back hits the wall with a soft thud, her eyes changing to a stormy blue.
My thumb rolls over her throat, my fingers tightening around her neck.
“I don’t wanna sleep with assholes who manhandle me into cars,” she huffs through her teeth, and the corner of my mouth lifts.
She’s fucking breathtaking with my hand around her throat and her angry eyes.
I lean forward, pressing my hips into hers.
She doesn’t move away.
She watches me, her eyes daring me to punish her, to make another move.
“I’ll chain you to my fucking bed every night just to know you’re safe,” I say, running my tongue along my bottom lip.
“Do it,” she breathes, then my lips are on hers.
She fights me for dominance, my tongue sliding along hers.
She pulls back, biting into my lip hard, and a drop of blood trickles down my chin.
“You tease whips and chains, but where are they?” she asks, pressing her lips together in a pout.
“Whips and chains . . . say no more. I’m in,” Lucas quips, coming along the hallway.
He takes a bite out of an apple while glancing between Freya and me.
“He’s all talk,” Freya says with a roll of her eyes.
Leaning forward, I twist the door handle, and she stumbles back a couple of steps before finding her feet.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” I demand.
She opens and closes her mouth before turning around and doing exactly what I asked.
I watch as she removes my hoodie, one that I won’t ever get back now.
It looks better on her, anyway.
Knowing she’s wearing something that belongs to me feels right.
My clothes are keeping her warm, my scent surrounding her body.
She pulls her top over her head, leaving her in a black lacy bra.
Her full tits bounce as she saunters to my bed.
She sits down, glancing over, batting her eyes.
“Lucas, will you be a doll and help me out of these pants?” she asks while looking at me.
Lucas barges past me like a dog in heat and drops to his knees in front of her.
Freya glances between me and him.
Lucas braces his hands on her knees, and I move into the room, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it.
I have no idea where Hazen went, and I don’t give a fuck.
This is the first time I’ve seen Lucas be close with Freya, and I want to know how this plays out.
“My bedroom, my rules,” I command, and Lucas looks toward me, pursing his lips together.
His hands rest on Freya’s knees, as if he’s waiting for me.
Freya rolls her eyes, and I stride farther into the room until I’m at the end of the bed.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” I ask.
“Yes, hurry up with your commands before I just roll over and go to sleep,” she says, yawning.
I shake my head at the brat.
“Freya, lie on your back. Lucas, roll down her pants, inch by inch.”
Freya falls back with a huff, and Lucas wastes no time peeling her pants over her ass and down her legs until they’re flying across the room.
He didn’t exactly go slow like I asked, but seeing Freya in her matching black lace underwear, I’m not complaining.
Her creamy complexion, toned legs, and the scars that line her body are perfection.
It takes everything in me not to storm over to them, push Lucas out of the way, and have her.
Fuck.
How’d I get so fucking lucky?
“Hurry up, bro, or I’m taking things into my own hands,” Lucas complains.
“Run your tongue up the inside of her leg slowly,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering my zipper.
Lucas obeys, and as he moves his way up her leg, my hand finds my hard, waiting cock.
Freya turns her head to the side, her gaze fixated on my length.
She licks her lips, and my cock twitches in my grip.
No one else has this effect on me.
This girl, my girl, our girl, is royalty.
I never thought we needed a queen in our Brotherhood, but fuck, she’s changed everything.