Chapter 9
NINE
Savage
I dodged the bullets being fired at me and searched for him, for the reason this was all happening.
His men were still protecting him, even if it meant their lives.
The boys had my back, and I knew Ace and Bear went after Shona, which was the only reason I wasn’t on my hands and knees searching for her.
Viper took out one of the men while I continued to shoot at the other.
The woman who Wolf had explained was my sister was fleeing up the stairs of the private plane.
She was aiming her gun at me and before I could take a shot, her bullet ended up zipping past my head.
I looked back at her and saw she was clutching her arm, blood falling over her fingers where she held onto it.
Wolf had shot her.
A look of betrayal hung in her expression as she looked at him before she continued into the plane. The stairs were being pulled up. I saw him then.
Boris looked over at the stairs being pulled up and away from him, and he knew.
He knew his daughter had betrayed him. I wondered if he felt sad knowing that, or if he was proud.
It was probably the latter, knowing this sadistic bastard’s way of thinking.
Viper finally took out the last minion. Boris noticed, and he slunk back on his ass.
One of the bullets had hit him in the leg making him unable to move away, or fight.
I stood over him, looking down at the man who was in no doubt my father, just not my Dad.
His eyes shone with disbelief as he looked up at me.
He may have thought he wanted me as a son, but he had no idea what I’d become, knowing he’d killed my mother to get to me.
As if I were a pawn in his little power game.
I would rather kill myself than dishonour her memory and sacrifice for this asshole.
“I am so proud of you, son.”
I spat on him, the saliva sitting under his eye as pure hatred washed over me for the man who gave me half my DNA.
“You would kill your father?”
He didn’t think I could. He had no idea what I was capable of, and he never would. He should have stayed in Italy.
“You could have gone free, living your existence in Italy, away from here. Then you came here and threatened my woman. That was your mistake. No one lays a hand on her but me.”
I pulled the trigger.
His dead, unseeing eyes were open as the blood pooled around his head on the tarmac. My nightmare was done.
Now, it was time to take care of Shona’s.
“Fuck,” I said as I watched the plane taxi down the runway with someone who could cause hell for me later on. “Can we shoot down the plane?”
Wolf chuckled. “Not likely with these weapons, I wouldn’t worry though. Tasi won’t retaliate.”
“How do you know?”
“She’s wanted power over your father for years. Now she has it being the eldest child born to him, and no sons around to claim the title. You stay away, and she won’t care.”
I looked at him, surprised he knew so much about them, and the fact he knew flawless Russian. Wolf had always been an enigma, but this was next level.
“Let’s head back.”
We moved to our bikes, along with the handful of Nomads who had joined us and we rode back to Kilkenny and to our compound.
I had a woman to see.
Shona
I paced the bedroom, wringing my fingers as I waited for him to return. We’d gotten word that Boris was dead and the danger from him was over. I was so relieved to hear Savage wasn’t hurt, but now I knew he was really going to give it to me for leaving without someone with me.
I should have known better.
I’ve been in this club for so long, and I knew how dangerous it could be on a normal day, but while we knew a war was brewing…it was so fucking stupid.
I was about to march back outside and demand to know where they were when the door opened, and Savage stood in the doorway.
His face looked worried until he kicked the door closed with his boot and closed the distance between us.
I jumped into his arms and he wrapped his around my waist, holding me close.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before he put me back on my feet, his hand cupping the side of my jaw, fingers moving over the sore part of my face where the tape had been.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he said, his voice broken with emotion.
“Niall…this isn’t your fault.”
“Yes, it fucking is.”
“You listen to me…I am the one who put myself in danger when I should have known better. This is on me.”
“But he targeted you because of me…because I’m in fucking love with you, and I would do anything for you.”
I stepped back, my chest rising and falling in quick succession. He’d never told me outright that he loved me before.
I knew he did. Just like I knew I loved him…but saying it was different.
“Niall…what happened after I left?”
His eyes lifted to mine and I saw the anguish in them, but I also saw the unbridled anger there too.
This was the Savage everyone feared.
The Savage I knew would come for me. He turned into that guy, the one who people were scared of for me, and it did things to me inside that were wrong and yet it felt oh so right.
He was my savage, my monster.
“I killed him.”
I put my hand on the side of his face and pulled him closer. His hands moved to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin under my shirt. “Good.”
He looked at me then, almost like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right before his lips crashed down onto mine, bruising and painful, and yet I relished the pain. I wanted him to know I was in for the good, the bad, and the ugly.
He’d been right all these years.
I was his. I was always his.
Savage lifted me up, and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bathroom.
He pushed me onto the basin and started to undress.
I watched as his muscles rippled because of the action, his tattoos clear under the fluorescent lighting.
I’d never taken the time to truly map out all the stories he’d had tatted on him.
He pulled his pants down and I looked at his semi hard cock, my own pussy throbbing for its attention.
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the ground and yanked my bra off.
His hands cupped my breasts, bowing so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
I gasped as his mouth tormented my puckered gland.
My head pushed back into the mirror, allowing him full access to my body.
Savage’s cock bounced in the air, harder than stone as he moved lower, peeling my jean shorts down and freeing me.
His fingers slid down my folds, and he moaned.
“Fuck, you have no idea what this does to me…to see you so wet already.”
I smiled up at him just as he stood upright, and leaned in to turn the taps on in the shower. Steam billowed from the stall as he tested the water. As he turned, I noticed a tattoo amongst the others that caught my attention.
I sat forward, almost falling off the basin. He caught me just as I put my hand on his pec and looked down at the tattoo in the centre of his chest, amongst the various others.
“That’s…that’s my name.”
“I know.”
“You never told me you tattooed my name on you.”
“Why would I? We weren’t speaking at the time.”
“Niall…”
He smoothed my hair back from my face and held my head in his hands, his thumbs smoothing over my cheeks before he kissed me softly, his tongue sweeping out and into my mouth.
When he leaned his forehead against mine, he spoke, his voice almost a hushed whisper but loud enough to sear me from the inside out.
“It was done the night I decided I wasn’t going to let you go.
I was with the Nomads, and so I had one of them do it for me.
The next week I came back to claim you for good. ”
“What if I’d said no?”
“Then I would have a tattoo of the woman who I never deserved on me,” he said with a casual shrug. “Between you and me, I still don’t deserve you. But I’ll make you scream my name at least once a day, so I figure I’ll make it up to you.”
I smacked him on the chest as he pulled me off the basin and helped me into the stall, and under the warm water.
His hands were on me then, soaping me up and washing me slowly, tenderly.
His fingers slid down my body, pressing into my skin, owning me before he slid his hand down between my folds.
I moaned and threw my head back onto his shoulder as he moved one arm around my middle, his hand squeezing my breast as the other played with my clit.
I was like butter in his arms, the warm water hitting all the right spots as he played havoc with me in the best way possible.
His mouth was on my neck, nipping and sucking.
All my senses were alive with hands, water and tongue sending me wild.
When he dipped down from my clit to my core, he pushed two fingers into me with ease.
“Mmmm baby, you’re so ready for me.”
“So fuck me, Niall. Fuck me like you thought you’d lost me.”
He spun me around quickly, and the flash of fear in his eyes was replaced by lust when he saw me, pouty and needy for him.
He grabbed my thighs and hefted me up onto the wall.
I gasped when I came crashing against the hard tile, before he lined his cock up to my entrance and slammed into me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he fucked into me with so much force that I felt like I’d split apart.
We needed this.
We needed to fuck like this to get it out, but damn did it feel good to have him owning me like this.
I would never tire of Savage. Ever.
He knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
I felt like I was the luckiest fucking bitch out there.
His fingers moved to my clit as he worked his cock and fingers at the same rhythm, sending me screaming over the edge.
It didn’t take long before he came inside me.
For a moment we stayed like that, him pinning me against the wall, letting the water fall over us before he carefully put me down and resumed washing me like he hadn’t just gone rabid on my pussy.
After we’d cleaned each other, he wrapped a towel around me and dried me off. He did the same for himself before I moved into the bedroom. I made a move for the clothes I had in his room when he grabbed my wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“We need to talk to the others.”
“No, baby,” he said, pulling me into his arms before he pushed me down on the bed. “Tonight you’re fucking mine, and you ain’t going anywhere.”
A thrill shot down my spine at the idea of him feasting on and fucking me all night.
Most would think it an idle threat but with Savage, he had endless energy when it came to fucking me, and I would never tire of it.
I was sure. I squealed as he closed the distance between us and hovered over me, his cock already hard for me again.
“As you wish, Niall.”
“Damn right,” he muttered against my lips.