Chapter Seventeen
“I need to talk to Big Daddy alone.” Daisy’s words echo in my head. She wouldn’t tell me anything else about Tyrant before we got to the clubhouse, and no one has seen that motherfucker since last night.
I’ve got this sick inkling in the pit of my stomach. Whatever Daisy is keeping from me, it’s bad. I pace the hall outside of Prez’s office, about to lose my damn mind, when finally he calls me in.
Daisy has tears in her eyes and will hardly look at me.
“Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Sit down.”
“I’m too keyed up.”
“Son, you want to be sitting.”
Hardcore, Hero, Corrupt, and Wicked enter the room. Whatever I’m about to find out must be really fucking bad. The expression Daisy wore last night when Tyrant cornered her plays back in my mind. I’m going to be sick. I’m going to kill him.
“Tell them what you told me,” Big Daddy says. “All of it.”
Daisy grabs my hand. “I…” her bottom lip trembles.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Before I made an attempt on my life, something happened to me here. Um. Tyrant came into the room I was sharing with Lunatic, and he drugged me and gave me a burner phone, courtesy of Hector. He told me that he was working with them. Not only that, he forced himself on me.” Her voice cracks, and all I see is a red haze.
The room erupts in a chorus of shouts and threats. I drop Daisy’s hand and spring to my feet. I punch my fist into the closest wall until Hero pulls my arm behind my back.
“She’s not done,” Prez shouts over us.
“I’m cool.” I jerk out of our VP’s hold. I’m going to kill him. Blood drips from my knuckles, but it’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to his face.
“He told me that my baby was dead and threatened me. That’s when I tried to kill myself.
Last night he made more threats. Then Layla came to see me, and I saw her arguing with him outside of this diner in town.
I figure he probably put her up to telling the lies she was claiming.
Then I got a call from Hector today promising he has my daughter, and I don’t know if he’s telling the truth or if Tyrant was lying to me. ”
“I want you to find Tyrant and bring him in.”
“He’s mine,” I vow.
Prez nods at me. My brothers take off and Prez leaves me with Daisy.
“Promise me you won’t do anything crazy,” she says.
I laugh without humor. “He hurt you. Violated you in the worst possible way, and I could have stopped him. I have to live with that.”
“He’s not the first to hurt me.”
“Maybe not, but he’s damn sure going to be the fucking last. Nobody touches what's mine, and Babygirl, like it or not, you're mine.”
“That’s right. I’m yours and you’re mine. And I’m begging you not to do something to change that.”
“He’s going to die for what he’s done.”
“If Hector doesn’t get to him first.”
She’s not wrong. If Tyrant’s crossed him, it’s a race to see who catches the piece of shit first.
My cell vibrates with a call from Corrupt.
Tyrant’s gone to ground. Not answering his burner.
Not showing up at any of his usual spots.
Layla is in the wind, too. Her place looks like she left in a hurry.
They're running together. That stupid cunt isn’t pregnant.
She was just trying to fuck up my life or torture Daisy.
I want to comfort her, but I’ve got a million questions running through my mind. None of them are good, and I don’t trust myself right now. I’m too angry. Venom burns through my body. I should be out there with the rest of the club hunting this motherfucker.
I can’t sit around here waiting, but I don’t want to leave Daisy unprotected. Sure, I could put a prospect on her, but she’s mine. No one is going to fight and bleed or kill for her like I will.
The night wears on, and we’re no closer to finding him. Daisy passed out on the couch in Big Daddy’s office hours ago.
The guys drag in around two a.m.
There’s been no sight of Layla or Tyrant.
Prez thinks they’ve fled to Mexico seeking asylum with the Juarez brothers.
Daisy seems to think Hector is displeased with Tyrant, but I don’t know.
When daylight breaks, we get our answer. A van with no license plate and blacked-out windows pulls up to the clubhouse gate and slings two trash bags out. One contains Tyrant’s torso. We know because of the tattoos on his chest. The other bag is Layla’s head.
I’m pissed I don’t get the satisfaction of killing him myself. I can only find comfort in hoping he met a violent and painful end.
We don’t know what they did with Tyrant’s head or Layla’s body. The parts we do have will be turned to ash at the local crematorium.
Hector’s message could be a gift or a warning. I’m not sure which.
I drive Daisy home.
Neither of us says anything. We’re both fucking drained. When I crawl into bed with her, she nestles into my side.
We still have the issue of Hector and him claiming to have Daisy’s kid. He’s playing with her heart and her mind. It’s sick. The bastard needs to die, and I’m going to be the one to take him out.
All I can think about are all the ways I want to kill him for all the hell and pain he’s put her through.
Later, I wake up to Daisy’s sweet mouth wrapped around my cock.
Her nails scoring my stomach muscles. My fingers find purchase in her hair.
Her tongue glides along the underside of my shaft as she works me to the back of her throat.
Her attention to my cock is a welcome distraction.
She stretches her mouth to the limits, tears gathering in the creases of her eyes.
I push her wild and messy hair out of her face.
Brushing a knuckle along the apple of her cheek.
Keeping those big doe eyes on mine, she deep throats me like a good girl.
The way she takes her time with my dick, like the taste of me on her tongue is her favorite thing in the world, is damn sexy.
Fucking hot the way she works her fist and lips.
I arch into her, pumping my hips to fuck her pretty mouth.
When I growl out her name, she eases off just enough to swirl her tongue around the crown, teasing the slit, licking the pearl of precum.
She smiles around the head like a fucking menace, teasing my balls with her dainty fingers, knowing at any second now I’m going fucking erupt.
Grabbing her under her arms, I pull her up to me.
My girl straddles my hips with her mouth swollen and her gaze hungry.
There’s no talking this time. She grinds down, taking me inside her in one greedy motion.
She’s so fucking warm and wet. Perfect. I’m too turned on to care about going slow.
I grip her ass, kneading the thick flesh.
My teeth find her neck while I take her wrists in my hands.
Daisy rides me hard, her body shuddering each time I hit the right spot.
She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I stare at the way our bodies join. The way my cock disappears inside her.
Her walls squeeze me tight, her pussy curving to my dick.
There’s nothing better than the way she comes alive for me.
It’s beautiful watching her lose all control and taking what she wants from me.
Her ass bounces on my thighs as she sets the tempo.
I want to come, but she’s not there. Not yet. I gather her hair at the nape, yanking her head back, watching her tits jiggle. I lean up to capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and licking her taut skin.
“Fuck, Babygirl.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
Then it happens. She goes still, her pussy contracts, and her release hits.
I flex my hips and come with her. We stay joined, her milking my cock of every last drop until I go soft inside her.
When I slip out of her, I replace my dick with two fingers, shoving my come back in her as it runs down her thighs.
Then I pull her up to sit on my face and eat her till she’s coming so hard she cries.
I could die a happy man being smothered by her pretty pussy. She rolls over next to me. We lay in silence, both of us breathless and completely spent. I’ll never tire of this. Of her. I know beyond a doubt I’m going to put a ring on her finger one day.
I’m going to give her the life she deserves if it kills me. I kiss the crown tattoo behind her ear. I know what it means. One day the Queens of Anarchy will call on her for a favor, and when they do, I’ll be by her side.
The call comes early.
The ringing of her cell wakes us both. Daisy rubs her eyes and lets out a yawn. She pads quietly through her apartment. The glow of her phone screen illuminates her face as she slides back into bed with me. Her voice comes out sleepy with a soft spoken, “Hello.”
I stiffen at the sound of the thickly accented male voice I hear coming through. It’s Hector telling her he wants to meet her. Alone. There’s no way I’m sending her off to him without me. I pry the phone from her hand.
“Listen, asshole. Daisy’s with me. You want to meet with her, then you’ll do it through me. You think of touching a hair on her head and I’ll slit your throat and drive you to the gates of hell myself.”
He laughs in my ear. “So much passion and loyalty for my whore. I taught her well, no ese?” he’s trying to bait me.
I clench my jaw. “Name the time and place.”
He goes quiet so long I begin to think he’s hung up when he finally says, “Noon. There’s a cantina near the cement factory right off the highway a few miles from a private airstrip. If my pequena flor gives me what I want, I’ll give her the girl. If not, I’ll kill you together.”
He hangs up before I can tell him to go fuck himself.
“I can go alone,” she tells me.
“Babygirl, you’re not doing this on your own. You’re mine. I told you. No one touches you.” I kiss the side of her head. “Get some sleep.”