Chapter 20
Angel
The closer we get, the more I begin to shake. I think this is a bad idea. I don’t think coming back was the smartest move. I know Silas wasn’t going to let this go, and neither was Rylan. Levi is the only one who didn’t want to come, but he did for us.
“Have you really thought about this?” I ask, looking between the two of them. Silas smirks at me and Ry just rolls his eyes.
“Of course we have. You think we’re that unhinged?” I raise my eyebrow at Silas. “Okay, we are that unhinged, but we’re not stupid, Angel.”
“And the plan is what?” Tamsyn asks this time.
“The plan is you two stay at the hotel while we handle shit, and then we can all go home alive,” Rylan tells her.
“I’m not so sure I like the idea of being left in a hotel,” Tamsyn adds, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Don’t make me chain you to the bed, Syn. I’ll do it,” Rylan warns her. I see the look in his eyes. He isn’t playing with her, and Silas would do the same to me.
“So basically, we’re supposed to sit around and do nothing while we wait to hear back from you three?” I ask now.
“No. You can swim or go to the spa,” Silas offers.
“Yeah, because we’re going to be able to relax while we worry about you guys,” I huff out a breath. Silas grins and pulls me closer to him, holding me to his side.
“We’re going to be fine. Hunter and Hoax are going to help us out, and so are the other Gods if it comes down to it.”
“Doesn’t make me feel any better,” I mumble. None of us speak for the rest of the ride to the hotel and when we get there, they follow us up to our room. The guys offload the bags before going into the living room of the suite and sit down to talk. I hear someone at the door. I’m on edge about all of this, and I don’t trust the rest of the Kings.
When Tamsyn and I walk into the living room, we see Hunter and Hoax coming in. They say hi, and we wave at them before going and sitting with the guys. If we can’t be there to help, at least we can hear the damn plan.
“So? What are we looking at?” Silas asks, looking between the two of them while running his finger up and down my thigh. I squirm in my seat, and he knows what he’s doing. Distracting me.
“Ideally, we’d get them all back to Chaos and handle it there. Realistically, that’s not going to happen,” Hoax tells them.
“Anyone going to be away from the group today? Can we lure them to Chaos?” Rylan asks this time. Hunter sighs and sits back in his seat looking between the three of them.
“Are you sure you want to do this? We have no problems taking them down for you,” Hunter tells them.
“No. This is on us,” Silas tells him.
“It’s your dad, man. And yours too, Ry. That’s not an easy kill. I would know.” What? Did Hunter kill his dad? I’ve never heard about that.
“I get it, Hunter, and trust me, we appreciate the offer, but for this shit to be over? For it to finally end? We need to be the ones doing it,” Rylan tells him. Hunter nods his head as if he gets it, and maybe he does. We’ve talked all the way from Florida to here about everything and anything related to the Kings. Silas asked Rylan about taking it over. What were his thoughts on it and Rylan didn’t say anything. A part of me that now knows what the Kings do as far as trafficking goes wants them to take it over. For them to keep the good going, clearing out the bad but there’s another part of me that isn’t sure about it. It scares me.
“Have you thought about staying?” Hoax asks now. Rylan and Tamsyn share a look before they look over at us.
“We’ve talked about it.”
“And?”
“I don’t know how they feel,” Rylan nods toward us, “But me and Syn think we should do it. If we let the Kings just disappear where does that leave the kids we rescue?” He’s right. And the more I think about it, the more I know what’s right.
“I think we should do it, too,” I speak up. Silas’s head whips in my direction, and he just stares at me. I know we’ve been talking about and I’m the main one who didn’t want to come back.
“What?”
“I think you should do it. Ry’s right. Where does that leave those kids?”
“Angel, you were fucking hell-bent on not coming back here just a few days ago. What fucking changed now?” Silas asks me. I clasp my hands together in front of me and then start picking at my nails. Silas reaches over, covering my hands with his until I look up at him.
“What if it was her? What if someone took her? Wouldn’t I want someone out there looking for her? And taking care of her?” His eyes soften at my words.
“I’ll do whatever you guys want, but then I’m out,” Levi tells us. That isn’t a shock to anyone. Levi didn’t want to be here to begin with, and I understand that.
“Then it’s settled,” Hunter adds. Hoax stands up grinning as he pulls out a bag that he brought in.
“I was hoping you motherfuckers would say that. And I thought a new tradition would be in order,” he tells everyone as he pulls out a tattoo machine.
“You realize our brands were basically burnt off, right?” Ry reminds him.
“Yeah, which is why this is better. Not in the least as painful as that shit had to be,” he says, nodding toward his chest.
“You guys don’t get branded?” I ask. Hoax shakes his head.
“Not like that shit. We get tattooed with our logo,” he tells me.
“You wanted a tattoo anyway, right?” Silas asks me with a grin.
“You decided that!”
“And now you can get both,” he tells me.
“What are we getting?” I ask looking back to Hoax for an answer.
“Obviously, the King and Queen shit stands, yeah? So we go with the crowns only, except tattoos instead of brands. I don’t even know how the fuck you let them brand you, to begin with. You’re not fucking cattle,” he explains, causing us all to laugh.
“I’m good with that,” Rylan says before Silas agrees. Levi’s quiet, just sitting on his phone. It hurts he isn’t into this like the others are, but I understand it too.
Hoax sets up his machine and gets started while they continue to talk amongst each other.
“Can you believe this shit?” I ask Tamsyn when she comes to sit next to me.
“I think it’s a great idea. Taking over the Kings will be huge for the guys, although I did like Florida.”
“Me too, but we can go back, right?” She nods her head as we watch the guys get their Kings tattoos until it’s our turn. Tamsyn rushes to get hers first and I gladly let her. I don’t have any tattoos yet, so this will be my first. Yes, I’ve been branded, and somehow, I thought a tattoo would be worse.
When it’s my turn, I sit in the chair, and Hoax gets to work. Silas stays at my side, watching everything he does. I know he doesn’t like him touching me. He’s made that perfectly clear more than once, but he has no other choice.
“And right there,” he says, pointing to another spot on my chest. I’m about to ask what the hell he’s doing when Hoax starts again. The pain is nothing like I thought it would be. Silas grins at whatever Hoax is inking on me.
When he’s done and cleaned me off, Silas rips me out of the chair and drags me toward the bathroom. When we step inside, he turns on the light and stands behind me as I look in the mirror. On the opposite side of my chest from my brand is a beautiful Queen’s crown and right below it is Silas’s name. I smile at the reflection when I look up and see his. The Kings crown looks amazing in color on him. I spin around and run my fingers over it before Silas grabs my hand in his. He leans down and kisses me roughly before lifting my skirt.
Then he moves, lifting me onto the edge of the sink. His lips stay on mine the whole time taking what he wants from me. He reaches between us to free his cock and then slides me closer to the edge.
“I fucking love it when you don’t wear panties. I can get right to what I want,” he growls against my lips before crashing his to mine once more. Silas thrusts into me, and I hold onto him while he fucks me on the counter.
“Does your name on me make you that horny?” I tease him.
“Seeing my fucking name on you just binds us together more, Angel. Now take my fucking cock like the good little whore you are,” he says. I shift a little so my ass is closer to the edge, and his cock can get deeper. He pumps into me while I pant and claw at his shoulders. He takes me harder and just the way I like. Silas shoves me back against the mirror and looks down, watching the way his cock slides in and out of me.
“You see this, Angel? How your fucking pussy was made for me? Look how we fit together.” The sounds that leave his throat only make me wetter. I glance down, and I watch as he fucks me. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn perfect in my life, and I never want to let it go.
Silas grabs my hips and pulls me back up and off the counter, bending his knees and making me bounce on his cock.
“Oh, fuck, Angel. Feel how fucking deep I am inside of you?” He keeps going, and I can feel the orgasm ready to explode out of me. A few more thrusts, and I’m done. I dig my nails into his arms as I call out his name. He comes inside me, and everything feels so fucking amazing. Silas pulls out of me and puts my feet on the floor. I start toward the toilet when he grabs my wrist and pulls me back.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Cleaning up.”
“Like fuck you are. You’re going to keep my cum in you until I get back.”
“Silas. I’m not sitting here all night with cum dripping out of me,” I tell him. He stalks closer to me, smacking me hard on the ass until I yelp before he says, “Leave it in there, or I will fucking tie you to the bed until I get back, and then you won’t have a choice.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I? Try me, Angel. Try to clean my cum out of your pussy and find out.”