Chapter FourRoman
Shoving Kylie away from me and throwing the covers aside, I stumbled out of bed and made it to the bathroom for a piss. Once I washed my hands and threw cold water on my face, I gazed into the dingy bathroom mirror. Bloodshot eyes stared back at me. Stubbly jaw. Unkempt hair. And just general fucking exhaustion.
Taking Kylie away was supposed to be a fuck fest and a break from all the bullshit. She wanted me to put her on the back of my bike as mine . I wasn’t sure I wanted that or could give myself to her or any woman ever again. Not after the way Trinity played me for a fucking jackass.
She’d ripped away the small piece of my heart not reserved for my little sister. I don’t know who the fuck sent me the video of her and Reese motherfucking Sinclair, where she was proclaiming her love and begging that fuckhead for a shot. Two fucking days after she claimed she carried my goddamn baby. If I could kill that two-timing bitch again, I would.
Not only had she fucking played me, but she’d made me Reese’s sloppy seconds.
Cunt .
Clenching my jaw, I scrubbed a hand over my face, then splashed more water to cool my temper and to wake the fuck up, so I could call Ainsley. She hated when I went on benders, but somehow always knew. The kid was brilliant.
She had a bright future ahead of her. I knew she disliked Dayton. I couldn’t stand that prick either, but shit kicked off on a dime. Since Trinity’s death, the Bloody Scorpions and Royal Bastards had been circling one another, seeking the perfect opportunity to strike and resume our deadly feud so I needed Ainsley safely away.
Dayton swore he was smitten with Ainsley and would keep her safe for me. If I survived and Ainsley still hadn’t warmed up to Dayton, I’d kill him and bring her back home.
And if I bit it? That was a real concern of mine. Ainsley might be stuck in a loveless situation, although I was counting on that asshole to romance her and show her how special she was to him.
A ringing phone peeled in the morning’s silence. Immediately, I knew it was Ainsley based on the ringtone, Wind Beneath My Wings . Seized by worry, I rushed to my nightstand, but she’d already disconnected.
Fuck! It was just after seven on a fucking Saturday morning. Ainsley slept in until eight or nine. Kylie’s big blue eyes popped open, and she shot into a sitting position, her auburn hair a mass of tangles and curls falling around her.
“Church bells woke me up,” she mumbled and fell back against her pillow.
Grabbing my phone, I snickered. “Nope, babe. It was just Ainsley.”
“ Just Ainsley?” She snorted. “If only.”
I stiffened. No one fucked with my little sister and came away unscathed. Before I issued one warning to Kylie, since I liked her, my phone rang again.
“What’s wrong?” No use for pleasantries. She wasn’t calling me so early for shits and giggles.
Her sniffle traveled through the line and my heart seized.
“What’s the matter, Ainsley? Talk now ,” I roared.
“I just…I just had a nightmare,” she said hoarsely as if she’d been sobbing for hours.
“A nightmare?” I asked skeptically.
True, they plagued her from time-to-time, but she hadn’t had one in months.
She sniffled again. Ainsley wasn’t a crier, so what the fuck happened?
“I shouldn’t have called. It’s…it’s nothing. I just…I just…I can’t accept Dayton’s proposal.”
Fuck, she was back to this shit. I thought we’d settled the argument.
“I don’t love him, Roman. I… please don’t make me. I moved out to give you space to live your own life. I swear I won’t interfere…just… please . I want love.” A little sob escaped her. “Romance. Passion.”
Distaste roiled in my gut. “Passion?” I barked. “That has to do with fucking. Generally, a lot of fucking and before you have a fucking ring. It’s not happening, Ainsley. Dayton likes and respects you. He’ll make an excellent husband and give you everything I can’t—”
Hysterical laughter broke through her tears. I couldn’t imagine what the fuck had her so upset. I knew Ainsley. She was a snark, but na?ve as hell, which was partially my fault. Kylie, Trinity , bitches older than her, had grand ideas of romance. Not Ainsley. Until I ignored her pleas not to kill Trinity, she’d been a top student. She was a responsible young woman and took no bullshit.
“Are you on the rag, Ains?”
Another sobbed escaped her. “No.”
Fuck, this was bad. She didn’t hand my ass to me on a platter for a question she deemed personal and none of my fucking business.
“Is Nova still there?” She’d told me she was spending the weekend with Ainsley.
“She’s asleep.”
I squinted. One reason Ainsley demanded that big fucking bed was because of her girls’ nights that sometimes turned into slumber parties. The small apartment didn’t have room for an air mattress, although I’d recently ordered the manager to find my little sister a bigger place for the same price. Motherfucker was still salty that I painted Ainsley’s bedroom floor green. But she’d wanted it, so she got it.
If Nova was really in that apartment, she would be next to Ainsley and awake because of the sobs. A fucking apocalypse couldn’t awaken my sister. Nova was a notoriously light sleeper. When I took on the responsibility of Ainsley, I, unfortunately, became responsible for her best friend whenever she visited. That kid still pissed me off regularly. Case in point, when she hit on me and pitched a bitch because I turned her down and asked her if she was out of her fucking mind.
“I have to go, Roman.”
“Put Nova on the phone.”
“I told you she’s asleep.”
I scowled. “Wake her the fuck up.”
“No.”
I gritted my teeth. “I need to get breakfast, Ainsley,” I grumbled. “I’ll hit the road afterward.” In the meantime, I’d send a couple brothers to watch Ainsley’s apartment. Something was up, and I’d bet my bike Nova wasn’t there and hadn’t been there.
If Dayton wasn’t with me, I might suspect he’d charmed his way into Ainsley’s bed. But he wanted to escape the watchful eye of his father and the press for an evening at a casino. He was twenty-five and sheltered, with more political aspirations than his father.
“Stop thinking,” Ainsley ordered, sounding more like herself. “Nothing’s going on. I told you I had a bad dream. That’s i-it.”
I might’ve believed her if she hadn’t stuttered over that last word.
“Don’t leave because of me, Ro,” she said quietly. “I’m fine. I just…” She huffed and I swore another sob wrapped around that release of breath. “I’ll marry him. I love you. Bye.”
“Wait, Ainsley—”
She disconnected.
“Fuck!”
“Dayton Morgan will make Ainsley miserable,” Kylie said around a yawn. I’d forgotten I had company. “He’s an abusive asshole who loves to force his cock down a woman’s throat.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“It’s true. I’ll bet you ten dollars he’s made Ainsley suck his dick.”
“You’re a fucking liar.” The alternative was that motherfucker played me and turned me into a fucking fool. That was a mistake. But if he forced Ainsley to give him a dick suck? That was a death sentence. “Fair warning, cunt, don’t fuck with my little sister. I will rip your fucking head off and pitch it into the Missouri.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t have no problem with Ainsley.”
“Your earlier comment suggests otherwise. Just Ainsley? If only,” I reminded her in case she’d forgotten. “Now, you’re lying about her almost fiancée.”
“That came out wrong. I just…I like Ainsley, but your entire life is wrapped around her and the club. You’re pushing her out instead of letting her figure shit out on her own. She’s a big girl and she’s not afraid to ask for what she wants. If she needs your help, she’ll ask, Roman.”
“Stay the fuck out of my family business. I’m doing what’s best for her.”
“If she doesn’t want it, it isn’t best,” Kylie snapped.
“You’ve put this shit in her head.”
“I did not! She barely talks to me because you fuck everything you see. In her eyes, I’m just your latest pussy to fuck.”
“You are,” I snarled. It was too fucking early in the morning for all this bullshit. I’d gotten up for a piss, not more fucking problems. “You give good head and have a hot pussy. There’s nothing else I want from you.”
Bursting into tears, she yanked the pillow from the bed and lobbed it at me, then stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Fuck!
I hurriedly dressed, grabbed my smokes, then headed to Dayton’s room. That little asshole had some explaining to do. I probably should’ve questioned Kylie further instead of flying off the fucking handle. Except Ainsley and the entire situation was a sensitive subject.
Eleven years ago, Royal Bastard motherfuckers targeted our father and sprayed his fucking car, not realizing he only took the cage when he and Mom went out. She was killed, too. Ainsley slept through it all in the back seat. She’d had an ear infection and Mom plied her with Tylenol to help the pain. The medicine coupled with her ability to sleep through a fucking earthquake guaranteed she hadn’t awakened.
Somehow, the bullets had missed her. The coppers thought when Dad slammed on the brakes so suddenly, Ainsley tumbled to the floor and missed getting hit. When I arrived, she was just awakening. I don’t think she saw our dead parents, but I was pretty damn sure that day invaded her subconscious and fueled her nightmares. She always spoke of a lot of blood and holes in Mom and Dad and the smell of burning tires.
That day changed my entire world and I don’t think I ever recovered. I’d been so fucking happy that Ainsley survived, I swore I’d dedicate my life to her until the day I trusted someone else to do it for me.
Anger made me pound on Dayton’s door. “Open this motherfucker up, Dayton,” I demanded, not caring if I awakened the entire fucking motel. If I wasn’t so worried about Ainsley, I’d kick the door in. Couldn’t do it now because I didn’t want to end up in the tank. “Dayton!”
“Jesus, what?” Dayton demanded, cracking the door so only his long fucking nose poked out. He didn’t remove the privacy latch.
“We need to talk, Pinocchio.”
“It’s not even eight in the morning, Roman.”
I tried to push my way in, but he resisted just as fiercely, aided by that fucking latch. “Open the door. I’m paying for the room, asshole.”
A green eye replaced the long nose. “Fuck!”
“Dayton?” a female voice purred. “What’s going on? Come back to bed, baby. I want to suck you off again.”
Disbelief, fury, and outrage warred for space inside me and came out in a furious growl.
“I can explain,” Dayton said quickly.
The moment he removed the latch, I shoved the door open and slammed his ass against the wall. The waitress who’d served us last night at the casino swept her gaze over me and smiled.
“I can explain,” Dayton repeated, walking into my line of vision with his hands raised in supplication. “It isn’t what you think. It’s just a paid fling.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Don’t tell Ainsley. Please, Roman. It would break my heart to lose her.”
The chick cackled.
“I-I just want some experience to know how to please her when we get married.”
Motherfucker faced me, so he didn’t see the waitress roll her eyes and shake her head. She knew something about Ainsley.
I smiled at Dayton and patted his head. “I understand.”
Face-to-face, he looked decent. Ainsley found him nice-looking. I assumed she hadn’t seen his profile.
“Pre-wedding jitters.”
Dayton nodded. “I love your little sister so much. She hasn’t even accepted my proposal.” He rocked on his heels and scratched his jaw. “It’s pre-engagement jitters. I love her,” he reiterated.
Motherfucker’s nose grew by ten inches. It would be the first to go, followed by his lying fucking lips.
I transferred my gaze to the woman glowering at motherfucker’s back. “Dayton mentioned Ainsley?”
She clamped her jaw shut and turned away.
I dug a grand out of my wallet. “Money’s yours if you tell me what you know, babe.”
“She knows nothing!” Dayton cried. “I thought you liked and trusted me. I thought—”
“I need my car repaired,” the waitress cut in. “Make it two and I’ll talk.”
I only had five more on me. “Take it or leave it,” I told her.
She held out her hand.
“Talk first,” I ordered.
“Ainsley got dark hair and, uh, like amber eyes?”
“Enough! Shut the fuck up now,” Dayton ordered.
Elbowing him in the fucking head, I watched as he dropped like a sack of shit, then I lit a cigarette. “How do you know how my sister looks?”
Turning on her back, she stared at the ceiling, revealing a luscious rack. Fuck, I wouldn’t mind motorboating those beauties. She heaved in a breath and her tits jiggled.
“He got a video of her,” she finally confessed.
A video sounded innocent enough, but her tone suggested it was something I wouldn’t fucking like.
“I don’t think she knew he was recording her. It’s just a short clip where he comes in her mouth when she wasn’t expecting it. She gagged, he ordered her to swallow, and then the video ends.”
Dayton stirred, wiggling on the carpet like a fucking worm. Ainsley was a woman now, which still blew my fucking mind. Neither here nor there. I didn’t want her with a biker because I didn’t want her caught in the crossfire like our mother had been. I hadn’t wanted her with one of those high school freaks because teenaged boys had big fucking mouths, and I tried not to kill women and anyone under eighteen.
In my eyes, absolutely no one was good enough for her. And, yet, Cyrus Morgan swore to me his candy ass son would be perfect. The kid had a clean record, earned good grades, and came from excellent stock. Most of all, he had money, connections, and was headed to New York. Cyrus even claimed Dayton hadn’t had many girlfriends because he didn’t want to bring shame on his future wife.
Corny and pathetic, but whatever. He’d sounded so perfect for Ainsley. I didn’t want to believe the waitress. Just as I hadn’t believed Kylie.
Unfortunately, when I ordered him to unlock his phone and show the clip in question to me, I discovered the truth. Seeing was worse than hearing because Ainsley was on her fucking knees and topless. I knew she didn’t have a shirt on because the camera captured them from a side angle. Presumably so he’d have an excellent view of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
He tightened his grip on her hair, held her head in place, and smirked at the camera before coming. She jerked away and gagged. In response, he grabbed a handful of her hair, tipped her head back and ordered her to swallow his jizz.
My blood threatened to melt my fucking veins and boil through my skin. Rage was too mild a word for what I felt. Somehow, I calmed myself. That fucking coward would go into hiding and I needed to keep my focus where it belonged.
I walked to the waitress and handed the money to her, then set the phone back on the nightstand. The heat of Dayton’s miserable gaze followed my every move.
“I can explain, Roman,” he said again.
I’m surprised my smile didn’t crack my fucking face. “She’s your future wife. I have no place in your relationship.” I widened my grin. “Especially your intimate moments.”
Puffing out his chest, he hopped to his feet and dusted off his expensive trousers. “Right, right. I knew you’d understand. Maybe you can get one of the club girls to give her tips. She can’t suck cock to save her life. And, just so you’d know, I didn’t touch her pussy. I only eat special pussy and since I’m marrying Ainsley, she don’t cut it. I also like that the white veil will mean something on the wedding day.” He finished with a clap to my shoulder.
He’d bleed to death if I cut his cock and balls away too soon. I still rearranged the order of his dismemberment: Fingers, hands, lips, nose, tongue, balls, cock.
“What time are we going back to the casino?” he asked.
“Change of plans.” I didn’t want anyone to say we’d been together today. “I was an asshole to Kylie and I want to spend the day making it up to her. You’re on your own today.”
Grinning, he winked at the waitress. “I intend to fuck your mouth raw, babe.”
She glanced at me. I didn’t know if she’d finger me when he turned up missing, so I shrugged and smiled as if I didn’t have a fucking care in the world.
“I have a thing for bikers,” she said, staring at my cut. “Do you and your girl want to join us? You can fuck me while Dayton fucks her.”
Dayton’s eyes lit up. “You’re my kind of woman, babe.”
I needed to add eyeballs to my list. “Kylie likes her cunt eaten—”
“Fuck yeah,” Dayton crowed. “I’ll eat that hot box. Tell him, babe.” He winked at me and puffed out his chest. “I drowned in her pussy juice and licked her asshole.”
“You tongue fucked my ass,” she agreed.
He patted my back again. “She thought the way Ainsley gagged was the funniest shit she ever saw. Said I should’ve slapped her across her face. That’s how she learned to suck good dick.”
I nodded to her. “Can you come with me? I just remembered I have a few more Bennies in my room.”
She jumped out of bed, unashamed of her nudity and the dried cum on her thighs. As she passed Dayton, he grabbed her and kissed her.
“Whenever you’re ready,” she said.
“My rooms five fucking doors away. Get a sheet.”
“My friend works night shifts here. She said the cameras on the floors are down. Only the one by the front desk works.”
“Don’t take too long,” Dayton called as I led the waitress into the hallway.
Inside my room, I found Kylie back in bed, her eyes red and swollen. When she saw the waitress, she sucked in a breath.
“Roman—”
Ignoring her, I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Dayton’s slut closer and buried my face in the valley of her tits. Her skin was soft and warm, even if the scent of that motherfucker’s cologne turned my stomach. Behind me, Kylie released a sob. I trailed my hand along the waitress’s curves down to her pussy. I fingered her clit and licked between her tit crevice. She gasped. When I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, she cried out. Grabbing her waist, I deposited her on the bed.
“Ride her mouth, Kylie,” I ordered.
Swiping her cheeks, Kylie scrambled into position, opening her pussy lips and revealing her swollen clit.
“Don’t suck it,” she breathed. “I like my clit licked. I come quicker.”
The waitress giggled. “Okay.”
Kylie’s strong leg and thigh muscles allowed her to hover slightly above the waitress’s lips. Her tongue darted out and swept across Kylie’s slit. Hesitantly at first, then faster and relentless, sending Kylie into a frenzy. Throwing her head back, she relaxed against the waitress’s mouth and grinded, her D-cups bouncing, the headboard slamming against the wall, her screams filling the room.
Her orgasm left her weak and breathless. She fell to the waitress’s side.
“My turn,” I said, whipping my cock out.
Kylie lifted her head. “What? No! I can eat her out, then suck your cock, Roman.”
The waitress smirked at her, her lips and chin glistening with Kylie’s juices. “He wants some new pussy, love,” she cooed. She tried to kiss me when she reached me, but I turned my head. “You want a cock suck first?”
“Yeah, babe.”
She dropped to her knees. I jerked a handful of blonde hair into my hands. Ignoring her yelp, I shoved my cock down her fucking throat, unconcerned at her gags. She teased my little sister? Laughed at her humiliation?
Ruthlessly, I pounded her mouth. Not giving an inch. Not caring about the sting when she sank her nails into my ass cheeks or her paltry punches. I decided her last act of kindness would be to make me come, so I eased out of her mouth and met her gaze.
“Make me come and then you can go.”
Sniffling, she nodded.
I thumbed her tears away, unmoved. My nostrils flaring, I slid my dick between her lips and allowed her to suck me off. When my orgasm bubbled up, I yanked her head back and came in her miserable face, then shoved her away.
“Bastard!” she hissed, hopping to her feet and swiping an arm over her mouth.
I didn’t bother with a reply. Her fate was decided. Conversation wasn’t necessary. Grabbing her throat, I looked into her eyes the entire time I strangled her, then let her body drop to the floor.
Once I scrubbed my cum off her face with soap and hot water, I laid her on the bed and nodded to Kylie, who’d been staring at me the entire time.
“Clip her fingernails, then wash the tips off.”
While she followed those orders, I went to the bathroom and got Kylie’s coke. I filled two glasses with rum, dumped the coke in one of them, then brought both out and set them on the nightstand.
Poor Dayton, so coked out he accidentally killed a woman, then couldn’t live with himself.
Kylie was already finished with her tasks. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, a dazed expression on her face.
“Go to Dayton’s room, fuck him, then tell him you want us to party together,” I told her.
She stumbled to her feet. At the door, she looked back at me. “What did he do to Ainsley?”
Smiling, I shrugged, my only answer.
She left without another word.