Chapter Twenty
Kai
Images of her naked curves, her bare pussy, cling to every cell of my mind.
It’s all I’ve thought about for the past two days, and fuck, I don’t know how I feel about that.
The cold water runs over me in an attempt to cleanse me of my sins.
The pressure of my shower is shit, but it’s better than nothing.
My hand finds my hard cock, and no matter how many times I’ve given in and jerked off, it’s not enough.
I hate myself for feeling anything toward Amirah fucking Ledger.
She’s the enemy. But the longer we have her, the more I’m considering handing her back over.
She’s distracting us all. I can see it in Bear—he’s obsessed and won’t do anything but stare at her.
I haven’t seen Zion in days, and we’re supposed to be preparing for war.
I tug my cock in frustration, just imagining every single curve of her body, the way Bear tasted her . . . I want to know exactly how she tastes. I brace my hand on the vinyl tiles just as there’s a knock on the bathroom door.
“Fuck off,” I growl, and the door opens.
Bear leans back against the doorframe, his gaze running from my cock back up to my eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me she’s getting to you too? Want me to lend you a hand?” He smirks.
I ignore him, closing my eyes. I need this release, and I won’t let Bear ruin it for me. Images of Amirah’s curves, her mossy-green eyes, fill my mind. I imagine my name spilling from her lips. Fuck.
“Oh yeah, brother. Imagine me licking her wet cunt. Every last drop of her sweet, tangy juices. They fall down my chin, and it’s the best fucking meal I’ve had in weeks.” Bear laughs.
“Fuck!” I groan and shoot my load, my cum hitting the shower wall. I step back into the cold water, drowning out Bear.
“We’ve gotta do something about her,” I say, shaking water out of my hair.
“Probably, but she’s my captive, and what I say goes.” Bear’s voice is low and deep. He’s so fucking obsessed with her.
“My fucking point exactly. She’s distracting us all from taking over the ville,” I say.
Switching off the shower, I step out, and Bear hands me a towel.
“Yeah, we can’t do anything about that,” he says, checking his phone before looking back up. “Oh, that loser Tate came around looking for you, so I drove him right out of my theme park to here.” Bear yawns.
All I want to do is lock myself in my trailer and spit out the words, the feelings lodged in my chest. I want to find the rhyme, the rhythm in this madness that we call life, but that’s not going to happen.
With Amirah as our captive, and now Tate saying there’s a problem, it never ends.
Will there ever be a time when we can just live and not be in survival mode? Fuck, I hope so.
“Tell him to meet me outside,” I say, and Bear walks back out the bathroom door.
This past week, I’ve spent more time at Bear’s than at my own place.
I don’t want to admit to myself that the reason is anything other than practical.
Bear needs the extra security. If Amirah escaped and went back to them with the information she has, I would never forgive myself.
I’m the reason she knows about Cleo, and I won’t ruin Zion’s chances of bringing her home.
He wanted to have everything ready for her. The home, money, security.
I dry myself off and put on some gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt with 18hood written on the front in white.
After grabbing my phone from beside my bed, I shove it into my pocket and head out of my room. Down the corridor, putting one foot in front of the other until I’m outside. The dark, cloudy sky greets me, thunder rumbles, and it perfectly resembles how I’m feeling.
Tate is leaning back against his car in the middle of the theme park. He pushes off and meets me. He moves from one foot to the other, staring over my shoulder at the ridiculous roller coaster behind me that looks like it’s about to fall apart.
“Have you got guns? Do you know where they are?” I ask, desperate to know if he has the missing piece we need to invade Daringville—weapons.
“We’re so close. I heard from Jack there’s a lot of armed guards around the town hall,” Tate says, and I frown. “That doesn’t make sense. Why guard a blown-up building?”
“My thoughts exactly. They must be there,” Tate says.
“Fuck! How the hell can we get the weapons from right in the center of town?” This isn’t good.
“I got nothing, but right now, we’ve got bigger problems,” Tate says.
“What is it?” I ask, and he meets my gaze. “Security breach at the tracks. Brotherhood are there, demanding a meeting with you.”
Fuck. Do they know we have Amirah? Are they wanting to trade with us? I can’t let that happen yet, not while Zion’s daughter is at stake. I won’t let anything happen to her.
“Gather up the gang and meet us there,” I say, and Tate nods, sliding back into his car.
I pull out my phone, hitting call on Zion’s name.
“Yeah?” he answers.
“Get down to Bear’s. We’ve got a meeting request.”
Zion grunts and hangs up.
The door behind me slams shut, and Bear comes out, sliding on a hoodie. “What’d he want?” he asks, and I grab a rolled-up blunt from my pocket and light it up. The smoke fills my lungs and calms the rapid beating of my heart just a bit.
“Brotherhood at the tracks. They wanna meet,” I say, taking another drag.
Bear’s mouth curves, and he cracks his knuckles. “Perfect timing. I’m feeling like shedding some blood today,” he says, and I shake my head.
“What about her?” I ask.
Bear lifts out his phone, typing away. “Got her on surveillance, and Derek is staying back in case she tries anything, but the door to her room’s locked, and so is the front entrance. There’s no way she’s getting out of there,” he says, and I nod.
He reaches out, and I pass him the blunt.
A couple minutes later, Zion pulls up on his motorcycle and hops off, placing his helmet on the seat. “Who we meeting?” he asks, taking the blunt out of Bear’s fingers and bringing it to his lips.
“Brotherhood wanna talk at the tracks,” I say.
Zion’s throat bobs. “Do they know about Amirah?” he asks, staring over my head at the park.
“I don’t think so, but we need to be ready for anything. Tate’s gathering some backup and meeting us there. Let’s go,” I say, moving toward my car.
I drop into the driver’s seat. Gage either knows or suspects something, and it could go one of two ways—no one leaves the tracks alive, or it’ll be the kickoff for this war.
We aren’t ready yet. We need more weapons, more power to overthrow them.
Whatever happens on these tracks is going to force us into action.
“You know this is the perfect opportunity to kill off the precious leaders of The Brotherhood. Cut the heads straight off the snake,” Bear says from the back seat, meeting my gaze in the mirror. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk.
He’s right, but we can’t. It’s too risky.
“We need our weapons that Dominic promised us. We don’t have enough power to kick off the war yet,” I say, and Bear rolls his eyes, falling back into his seat.
“And we need my daughter safe,” Zion says. “I’m so close to having enough rent to get a house for her, something better than my piece-of-shit trailer. Give me a little more time to get her out, then you can do whatever you want.”
“How much time exactly do you need?” I press.
“Give me a week,” Zion says. “Maybe someone at work has a place they’re renting out. And I need to find a fucking nanny I can trust over here.”
“She could always stay here,” Bear offers with a creepy smile.
Zion shudders. “This is no place for a little girl.”
I agree.
It’s time to stop playing small. We need to make moves. Big moves. And now that we have The Brotherhood princess, we can use her to our advantage.
I switch gears, flying out of Bear’s theme park onto the dirt road and heading straight for the meeting point.
Fuck, I hope Freya stayed home and isn’t with them.
They need to lock her up so she’s safe and protected, but they won’t.
She’s too smart for them; she’d break out in seconds.
I miss my best friend, but I’m done trying to convince her to return home.
She’s made her bed, and she’s sleeping with our enemy.
I’ll always love her, but I have to let her go.
Focus on protecting the people who are on our side, who look up to me, to us, as their leaders.
The tracks come into view, and there she is, her long brown hair up in a high ponytail, her arms crossed over her chest, and a look of fire in her eyes. I smile. Thank fuck Freya hasn’t lost that yet. Gage, Lucas, and Hazen are with her, looking pissed off.
Tate is on our side of the tracks with about twenty men scattered around the road and outhouse. They aren’t carrying guns, but The Brotherhood doesn’t know that. Lightning pierces the sky. A storm’s rolling in.
I pull up, and as Bear opens his door, I reach out, grabbing his arm. He glares at my fingers around his forearm, but I don’t let go.
“Don’t do anything unless I say. Got it? I wanna see how this plays out first,” I warn, and Bear rips out of my grip, slamming the door behind him and completely ignoring my warning. Fucking hell.
Let the games begin.