Spinning Out of Control – By KL Hill #3
A little birdie told me that she got his life insurance policy when his body was found a few days later, and she’s since remarried. From what I’ve heard, her wife seems lovely. It was the least I could do for her, her two kids, and all the women he had laid his filthy hands on.
Her arms fall to her side as I release my grip on her wrists. She stands proud, and even though she’s almost ten inches shorter than me, she manages to look down her nose at my pathetic ass.
“Cal—”
She holds up a hand, and I let the words become ash on my tongue. I’m in her domain, and she holds the power right now.
She always has.
“You need to leave, Lucas,” she says sharply, her eyes narrowing. “I’ll make sure you get a refund.”
She attempts to sidestep me, but I keep her blocked. “Callie, listen to me,” I start, but before I can say anything else, the breath is forced from my lungs as her fist connects with my chest.
CALLIE
My knuckles ache as I step around Luke, who is doubled over and gasping for air. Adrenaline courses through me as I head straight to the door. But before I can reach the handle, Luke’s large fingers wrap around my arm, halting me in place.
I turn and launch a rage-fueled right hook. However, before I can land the blow, his hand wraps around my fist as if he’s catching a baseball, holding it firmly in his grip. “Callie, please,” he says lowly. “Just fucking listen to me.”
My gaze darts between his masked face and his hand wrapped around my fist, my knuckles tingling. “Let me go, Lucas , unless you want your dick smashed.” He steps back, putting space between us as he holds my fist.
I should scream for security and have him either hauled out of this building or down to the basement, where he would never be seen again. Instead, I’m frozen, waiting for his next move.
The silence is deafening as we stand here, pressing down on us, making it hard to breathe. Finally, I let the question that has been weighing on my mind for years bubble up, the words pouring from my lips. “Why didn’t you answer me? I fucking needed you, and you weren’t there.”
He stays silent, his expression hidden behind his mask. I want to rip it from his face and smash it into pieces so I can see his expression.
His hand floats up as if he could read my mind, pulling off the mask.
The man behind it sends my body into a tizzy.
My pussy pulses at the sight of his dark brown eyes that draw me in.
A deep, jagged scar cuts through his sharp jawline, one that wasn’t there before.
It’s gruesome, but it somehow makes him even more handsome.
His hair is faded up the sides, with the long, dark strands slicked back on top.
The last few years have been good to him.
I can’t let that distract me, because as much as I still feel a pull to him, I left for a reason. The Brotherhood is his number-one priority. He’s at their every beck and call, and while he claimed he loved me, I was never going to be the first choice for him.
“I fucked up, Callie.” He drags his hand through his hair, running it down the back of his head before resting it on his nape. “I should have been there.”
I take a step toward him, narrowing my eyes. “That doesn’t answer the fucking question, Lucas.” I poke my finger into his chest, and a jolt of electricity courses through me. “If you can’t come up with a good answer, then you need to fucking leave before I have you thrown out.”
He looks down at my finger, and I see something flash in his eyes, but it’s gone just as fast. “It’s not that simple.” His voice is low, and I feel the rumble of his words vibrate through my touch.
I drop my finger, letting my hand fall back to my side. “It is, though.” I curl my fingers into fists. “The Brotherhood will always come first for you. Not me.”
I feel the heat of rage roll off him. “Everything I did was for you,” he bites out.
“For us .” He takes a step closer to me, and I fight the urge to touch him, even as his rage rolls from him like tidal waves.
“You think I wanted you to keep working in that shitty club? Living in that shitty apartment? Barely scraping by?”
Every word hits me like a slap. “That shitty job landed me this one.” I gesture around the room.
“I have control now. I have the power. And no one, no one , can touch me here unless I want them to.” I swallow around the lump in my throat, thinking about the night that I was left on the corner, in the pouring rain, begging and crying into my phone for him to help me.
Only for each call to be left unanswered.
I’m thankful to one of the other dancers for finding me and taking me home that night. For telling me about this nightclub, and that I should go and check it out. To get out of that hellhole while I still could before the owner yanked me down into his debts like the rest of them.
Looking back, I don’t think I had anything to worry about, since I was dating one of the Brotherhood.
They had so many people in their back pockets that the owner was probably afraid to do anything to me directly.
But their power didn’t do shit for me that night.
They weren’t there to protect me, but thanks to Tasha, I now know how to do that.
He looks around the room before looking me over, his eyes swirling with emotion that he won’t dare let out. “He’s dead.”
His bluntness catches me off guard, and my anxiety spikes at the thought of him ending someone’s life. “Who’s dead?”
He stands still as stone, his eyes flashing again as if reliving a moment. “The fucker who put his hands on you.” He holds my stare. “He’s nothing more than dust now.”
“When?” It’s the only word I can manage.
I have lived in fear for the last three years that the same man would show up again and try to assault me.
I would have nightmares that I was trapped in a room with him, with him ripping my clothes off and trying to overpower me.
I always woke up just before the worst could happen, but it never made them any easier to deal with.
“The night after you left.” I watch as his jaw tics, flexing his scar. “I made sure that he would never touch you or anyone else again.”
I hold his gaze because, right now, focusing on him is the only thing that keeps me from throwing up. Nausea claws up my throat and sits on the back of my tongue, ready to win this fight at any moment.
I swallow thickly and open my mouth to say something. Anything. But before I have the chance, the hidden door beeps and swings open as Tasha steps through, eyes hot with rage.
LUKE
It’s been almost two weeks since I was thrown out on my ass after seeing Callie.
Someone was doing a welfare check on her, because apparently, there was a fucking camera in that room.
They saw us standing toe to toe, sending a red flag alert to her boss.
While she was a beautiful woman with creamy, white skin and long, black hair, she looked as though she could remove my balls with her sharp nails without batting an eye.
Callie assured her that I wasn’t there to hurt her and that we knew each other. She didn’t elaborate on any details but begged Tasha not to tell someone named Devin and to let me walk, saying this was just a misunderstanding between her and a patron.
The next thing I knew, I was shoved out the back door, my bike waiting for me.
I’ve been watching and waiting for any sign of her leaving the massive building. I tried having one of the tech guys from the Brotherhood hack into their security system, but when he did, a virus fried his computer to a crisp.
I should have known a place like this would have everything locked down tight.
I watch the employee entrance and see the same menagerie of people coming and going, but not a single glimpse of Callie. Even on the CCTV feed I’m routed into, there hasn’t been any sign of her. Either she has a separate entrance, I’m completely missing her, or she fucking lives here.
At this rate, I’m betting on the latter. This building has at least six floors, with patrons only permitted on the first three. It takes up an entire city block, and honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if almost everyone fucking lives in there.
Delivery trucks unload there every other day, pulling around to a dock entrance at the back.
The entrance backs into the garage, and the door closes tightly behind it.
Everything about this place is airtight, and now that I have been kicked off the app, I have no way of even attempting to reach Callie.
Like the pathetic fuck that I am, I tried to call her old number, the one that I could never bring myself to delete. But instead of her velvety voice on the other end, it was a man screaming at me that he doesn’t owe any fucking money, and to shove it up my ass.
After hanging up, I convinced myself not to hunt him down and use him as a punching bag for not only speaking to me in such a manner, but because my rage was building like a hot volcano. I’m ready to fucking explode any minute.
When my phone rings, every part of me wants to ignore it so I won’t be distracted, but that’s impossible, given who I know is on the other end.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I answer it, letting the call go into my earbud that I keep in while I’m wearing my helmet.
“Luke.” The gruff voice on the other end bites out my name. “Where the fuck are you? We have a meeting tonight, and it would be fucking nice for you to be around for us to go over shit.”
Fuck . “Give me two hours,” I bite back, because bending over and taking it didn’t get me where I am.
“Don’t make me come down there and drag your fucking ass back here. I know you’re out chasing pussy, but we don’t have fucking time for you to get your dick wet today.”
I let his words pass right through me because this isn’t just any pussy I’m after. This is the woman who took my soul and has made it fucking impossible for me to ever be with anyone else.