Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Parker
“That’s gonna fuckin’ bruise.” You’d think that wearing body armor would make getting shot painless. But no. It feels like being hit with a fucking sledge hammer.
Groaning, I sit up and rub at my stomach, thankful for the addition of trauma pads beneath my kevlar. Honestly, The Butcher came through with the real good shit. It’s still gonna bruise like a motherfucker, but no broken bones so, yai.
“Parker! You’re not dead!” Grinder’s announcement would be comical if we weren’t in a dungeon with a now-faceless nun.
“Ta-dah!” I lift his T-shirt—that of course I’m still wearing—and show off my protection before running over to the bars. His eyes are wide with wonder, like he’s seeing a mirage, and for once, he seems speechless.
Even battered and bruised, Grinder is still the singular most panty-wetting, hot-as-fuck cumfest to ever exist.
The cage door opens as I reach them, with Kincaid grinning from ear to ear, dangling the key between her fingers.
“Their not-so-loyal lamb helped us out before her face caught a bullet.” She holds the door open and valiantly gestures for Grinder to follow her out but he isn’t quick enough.
I run inside and throw myself on him, only realizing he can’t actually catch me at the last minute because his hands are cuffed behind his back.
It leaves me clinging to him like a spider monkey but I couldn’t give any more fucks than a celibate nun.
Our mouths collide, tongues tangling, and his magnificent cock immediately stands to attention at my core.
Mmm. I shudder at the contact, despite the clothes separating us.
Another explosion jolts me to my danger senses—instead of the pleasure senses that want me to have an orgasm—and I’m on high alert again as I pull away and jump down from Grinder.
“My sister. That motherfucker has my sister.” He’s clearly torn between seething, and the fact that I didn’t just get shot. I wish I could wrap him in a cocoon until it’s all over but I’ve planted at least three more explosives so we need to get the fuck gone, quickly.
“Kincaid, you got his cuffs? I’m going for my sister-in-law.” She nods, waggling the keys, and I cup Grinder’s face with my palm. “Catch me if you can, we gots some cunts to kill.” Grinning, I smack a hard kiss on his lips and rush back toward the door the trigger-happy wankstain left through.
Grinder is shouting something about waiting for him and being careful, but I’m choosing to block out the specifics as I pound up the cement stairs into the glorious chaos…
or I should say Khaos because these motorcycle dudes are everything I ever imagined they could be and more.
Fuck the TV shows, these guys are the real deal and I’m practically trembling with excitement.
Or maybe it’s adrenaline. Who the fuck knows and who the fuck cares? Not me!
This isn’t one of the main, big-gated community compounds of the cult wankers, it’s the huge fuck-off mansion, all gated and armed-securitied up to the max…but their security isn’t enough. This place will burn.
Scanning the area, I spot the trigger-happy twat shoving a girl into the back of an SUV with a couple of other men helping. The area is shrouded in darkness, moonlight glinting from the somber metal, and I grin as I recall that particular vehicle has an explosive surprise beneath it.
Ah fuck…
I run at full speed toward the car because that girl must be Grinder’s sister. He’s told me a little about her and she’s basically a part of him. If he loses her, he’ll be unstoppable, and as hot as the latter part of my thought is, I can’t let him live through that pain.
Wasting no time, I shoot as I run. A miss. Then bang, bang, bang. One, two, three men down like sacks of shit.
The girl, who was only partway in the car, falls in a heap, and I hope she’s just unconscious because she’s real fucking still. I race over to pick her up and she stirs a little…thank fuck.
“Mia!” Grinder’s next to me within a few seconds, sliding down to the ground to take his sister in his arms. She groans a little as he hugs her lightly, then he holds her close and looks to me.
“Could’ve been better circumstances, but it’s nice to meet your sister.” I shrug, hoping to take a little tension from the air because I’m uncomfortable with strong emotions.
And Grinder fucking knows it.
“Thank you.” His usual banter is waning, and I don’t blame him. His sister may not be dead, but she doesn’t exactly look healthy either.
A large, meaty paw grips my chin from behind and I watch Grinder’s eyes widen with fury. Clearly, I didn’t get the kill shot with all the fuckers over here. Next, my head is being pushed against the man behind me as he pins me to him, his gun rising with his other hand.
“The lamb is ou—argh!” His delicious scream comes as I whip my face around and bite the man’s cheek off. He shouldn’t have held it so close…
Then I elbow him in the nose, steal his gun, and shoot him between the eyes before turning back to Grinder.
I can taste the tanginess of iron on my tongue and I can feel the blood dribbling down my chin as I spit his cheek meat out—I’m not a cannibal.
I don’t want to eat him and blood play isn’t my jam.
“Spenny is waiting on the road that way.” I point in the general direction we planned.
“Just past the trees and shit. Take Mia and I’ll collect some teeth for ya before I follow behind.
Woulda brought your motorcycle but alas, I don’t have a license.
” I blink innocently, resisting the urge to pull him into me and just hold him.
For one, his sister would hit the ground if I did so, and two…
Nope, that’s it. Just the one reason I’m resisting.
Huffing a light chuckle, Grinder sighs before looking down at his sister with a reverence reserved for purity.
“The only reason I’m agreeing to this is for Mia.” He looks up at me, his sister curled up against him, and for the first time ever I think I want babies. With this man.
Nope. I should probably just get a dog. Being in charge of tiny humans is not for me.
Grinning as if he knows my mind has wondered, Grinder leans forward and lightly kisses my blood-stained lips.
“I prefer molars.” He winks and stands with Mia in his arms, as if she’s weightless, then runs in the direction where Spencer is waiting.
After watching him leave, I use my knife to pry out some molars—which isn’t easy, I’ll have to ask Grinder for his special pliers next time—then I stand and assess the damage so far.
It would seem that we’re done here because the brothers begin trailing out of the main house with Hoops bringing up the rear. Sledge spots me first as I head their way and he silently asks if my part of the task is done by tilting his head and raising his brows.
“Found them, they’re alive. Grinder’s taken his sister to the car with Spencer. She’s in a bad way. And Kincaid is—”
“Here.” Her soft and sultry voice comes from behind me and I notice she has a bit of a limp, but otherwise, she seems to have fared better than Mia or Grinder.
“Grinder’s sister? Mia was in there?” Bear, in all his hulking glory, suddenly looks even angrier than before. He goes from teddy to grizzly in seconds and I totally get what Athena sees in him.
“They took her as bait. Wanted to trade her for Parker but decided to keep her instead. As a lamb.” Kincaid says the word lamb like it truly disgusts her, and to be fair, yeah. The fucks that resided here are sickos. Hell only knows what they’ve got going on in their gated communities.
I suppress a shudder and face the president.
“There are some bodies over there that need staging. Although we might wanna get rid of one of them completely because he kinda has my dental record on his face.” This plan wasn’t Hoops’s first choice, but it was the quickest and, in my opinion, the most efficient.
We have a cleaning crew coming to finish the setup so that, to the cops, it looks like some members went rogue.
The girl in the basement being dead with gun residue already on her hands is actually helpful.
Fuck knows how they’re going to explain the blown up old ambulance, but I’m sure they’ll figure it out.
“If you rode, I’d sponsor you to prospect. Good job, mini Sledge.” Is that a grin I detect on Shade’s face? I think it bloody well is.
“If I learned, could I get a cooler nickname than mini Sledge?” I know exactly jack shit about a real life motorcycle club, other than the fact that they’d literally die for each other, but I could learn to ride…
Hoops, Bear, and Sledge are glaring at Shade like he’s grown another head, and the others are already heading back toward the main entrance, where their motorcycles are parked.
“Did you just offer to sponsor a new prospect?” Hoops is the first to talk, his brows raised in surprise.
“And did you just fuckin’ accept?” Sledge is glaring at me, a mixture of concern and excitement on his face.
“Yeah.”
“Yup.” Shade and I answer at the same time, and I can feel a bubble of excitement building up inside me because yes! This is totally my new thing.
“We’ll put it to a vote next Church at the same time as Ethan.” Hoops’s declaration is final as he tries to hide his grin and shakes his head.
A couple of vans drive in through the gates, immediately grabbing our attention, but the guys are relaxed so I’m not concerned.
“Cleaners are here. Let’s go.” Hoops moves to leave but pauses and turns to look back at me. “You got a ride home?”
“Yup. My boys are waiting in the car over yonder.” I gesture in the general direction and regret all of my choices because ugh. I’m going to have to make my way through some sketchy wooded area to get to them.
Chuckling, Hoops nods in acceptance and walks away. Bear tilts his head respectfully, and Sledge looks like he might want to give me a hug so I practically leap into him and wrap my arms around his waist.
“Being a prospect won’t be easy, little sis. You know that, right? Especially with Shade as your sponsor.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Shade furrows his brows but he isn’t really angry.
He seems a little lighter than the last few times I’ve seen him.
I think getting revenge on these wankstains has really helped.
He looks to me and half-smiles. “I could use a hand opening the new shop, too, and I know you have skills.”
“What kinda shop? Butchering? Because yeah, I can totally do that. I’ll have to call Teagan at the salon.
Although, after getting put in the back of a van without the lure of candy, I haven’t been back so I’m probably fired anyway.
” I feel like an obsessed super-fan, glad to spend any and all of my time with my man, my new sister wife bestie, my brother, and his friends, but really, it’s because I’m finally fucking home.
Everything is just right.
Despite the weird cult thing that I know we haven’t heard the end of.
“Tattoo shop in town.” Shade full-on grins, like he’s a proud papa.
“Hell fuckin’ yes.”
“Holy shit, brother, you’re finally ready?” Sledge peels himself from me and hits Shade on the shoulder—in a nice kinda way, not to knock him the fuck out.
The rumble of engines gets louder as the club gets ready to leave and I decide now is totally the best time to fuck off, also. Mia was in a bad state, and if Spencer can’t help her, then I hope they aren’t waiting for me.
I have legs. I can walk if I need to.
Will I get lost? Probably. Will I eventually find my way back home? Yes.
“Shade, you’re a fuckin’ leg-end. Sledge, you’re just a bell-end.” I snort a laugh at his faux frown and run off in the opposite direction, through the trees and toward the road where Spencer parked the car.
I can hear the motorcycles riding off into the distance and I grin to myself at the thought of being on one myself.
Grinder will feel less obligated to use the club’s truck all the time if I can ride beside him.
He’s so much freer on his motorcycle and my fucking god of war, when he does those stunts I want to lick him all over.
I can see the brake lights of what I’m hoping is Spencer’s car, urging me to run a little faster. Well…hop at this point because my knee is being a bitch by reminding me of my previous injury.
When I get to the car, I’m pleasantly surprised to see Grinder rolling a body into the boot. He slams it closed and whips his bloody arm out to pull me close.
“Is that a dead body in the car or are you just pleased to see me?” I speak into his heaving chest and nestle into his warmth.
“Spence ran him over.” Enough said. That essentially means that Spenny is gonna need some nurturing because I’m pretty sure that’s his first kill and it’s gonna haunt his arse for life. Unless…
“Does he know the dude’s dead? Because I can open the boot up and snap the guy’s neck, then tell Spenny he didn’t actually kill him…” I don’t speak loudly because it’s quiet out here.
Grinder huffs a laugh and squeezes me tightly against him.
“He already knows. But our man’s seen worse, he can handle it.”
I’m sure he can, but that doesn’t mean he won’t need a little coddling for a while. Absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I spent a week in my room in the dark after my first kill. I was a child, but still.
“Don’t get kidnapped again.” I can’t bring myself to pull away as the last few days begin to finally catch up with me.
It’s almost like he knows because he doesn’t let up on the squeezing as he rubs a palm up and down my back.
“Oh fuck, your sister…” The moment is broken as the unselfish part of my brain remembers the badly beaten girl.
“She’s okay. Mostly superficial. Spencer says she needs a lot of rest.”
“Are you two coming?” Speak of the handsome devil. Spencer is now standing at the driver’s side of the car.
“Not yet, but hopefully soon.” I wag my brows and grin.
“What do you mean by hopefully?!” Grinder mocks outrage.
“Well…it’s been a long night, you’ve been all tortured, you’re tired…”
“Stabby, even on my death bed I can make you come.”
Rolling his eyes, Spencer gets back into the car, but I see the smirk. I guess his first time at murder wasn’t as bad as I suspected. But there’s the whole shock factor time thing to consider…I’ll keep an eye on him.
“C’mon, old man, let’s go home.”