Never Love an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (36 page)

Fuck, I really had to find 'em. These ladies weren't the type who'd enjoy laying in man sweat and a week of fuck residue.

“You hungry?” I decided to change the subject while I dug through my messy closet.

“I'm good. Jackie needs something, though.”

I nodded. The clubhouse was balls deep in junk food. I'd grab her something for the night, but it wasn't gonna win any awards from nutritionist bullshitters.

They stood up while I pulled off the old sheets and changed it over. When I was finished, I pulled out my sleeping bag. Only place I'd be staying tonight with these two in my bed.

It was a damned good thing the kid was with her after all. If she was holed up in my room, all alone, sleeping in my bed with that body...

Fuck! I'd spike a hole through the floor with my dick if I didn't lose it and climb in with her first. Then I'd do something we'd both regret. Well, just her, anyway.

I stepped out and slammed the door behind me. It was a big relief just to be away for a second.

I couldn't shut my fucking brain off as I headed to the kitchen. Sex, sex, sex...and sex. Missy woke something real potent and primal deep inside me with her amber eyes and pumpkin hips. She was the first woman in a long time who seriously competed with my jonesing for a hit.

Too bad that meant resisting her would be about as hard as staying off smack. Shit!

I ransacked the cabinet before anybody could give me crap about it. Chips, pretzels, jerky, and a couple candy bars. If Jackie was like any teen, then she wouldn't be too disappointed in the junk food buffet.

Took a quick peek in the fridge too, expecting to find old burgers and expired dips. Total shock when I saw a pack of berry yogurt sitting there, probably left behind by some slut or a brother's old lady.

Snatched that shit without a second thought. If living with my sister Shelly taught me anything, it was that a girl would kick her little brother's ass for stealing it. Compared to all the other shit in the fridge, it was a fucking crown jewel. I grabbed a spoon and some waters before heading back.

Inside, I dropped the food onto the empty space between them. The girls were sitting on the bed, awkward and closed off, like they were chilling in a waiting room before some shitty procedure.

“Dig in. You girls need anything else, just let me know. I'd give you a grand tour, but you can take this fucking place all in just by turning your heads.”

I took the chair across from them, checking my phone while they ate. When I reached for my pocket to put it back, I felt an unfamiliar bump. Shit, I'd forgotten I still had Missy's phone with me.

“Don't suppose you're going to return that anytime soon?” She stared at me intently, ripping the plastic top off her yogurt.

Fuck me. I must've looked like an idiot and let my hand linger near my pocket too long. Well, since the goddamned cat was screaming outta the bag...

I stood up, plucked the phone out in front of her, and dropped it on the ground. I stomped that shit harder than I intended. It cracked and came flying out underneath my boot in a hundred plastic shards.

“You're not making any calls 'til I know I can trust you, babe.” Not this time. I looked at her, holding her gaze, steeling myself against those bright brown gems in her head. “I feel for you, whether you believe it or not. Doesn't mean I'm turning my back before we've reached an understanding.”

“We have one: you kidnapped us, and you're holding us prisoner. You stole everything my family had to make a new life together.” She was breathing heavy, those sweet round tits rising and falling in waves on her chest.

My head was fucking ringing. I took a step closer, holding in the volcanic heat so I wouldn't spook the kid real bad. I got as close as I could before I leaned down, never taking my eyes off her.

Surprisingly, the chick didn't flinch. She held steady while over two hundred pounds of rock hard biker leered down at her.

“We did what we had to for reasons that aren't your fucking business. If it wasn't for me, you'd be a dead husk in an unmarked grave right about now. Gratitude? I really don't give a shit. But you'd better close your fucking mouth and show me some respect. Appreciating this patch is all that's between you and some guys who'd like to do a whole lot worse.”

I thumped my chest once, then turned around, making damned well sure she could see the roaring grizzly bear on my jacket. In my younger days, this was the point when I would've went storming outta the house, slamming the door off its hinges while Ma or Shelly screamed after me.

But I was a prisoner in this damned room tonight too. My hell was babysitting the kid munching chips on my bed and the grown brat my crew put through the wringer. Shit, couldn't she understand I'd saved both their asses?

I wasn't fucking around when I warned her what would've happened if it wasn't for me keeping my brothers from putting lead in their skulls. I'd sacrificed my fucking club cred to keep her and the kid whole. Yeah, she had every reason in the world to hate me and spit in my face, but no way was I putting up with that shit.

Tomorrow, I didn't have a fucking clue what was gonna happen. We had to play pretend around the brothers, or else somebody else would be jerking her into their room and fucking her like another slut. The
only
thing keeping her safe and sane was pretending to be my old lady.

And right about now, I had some serious fucking doubts that we were gonna be able to pull it off.

“Missy?” Jackie put down the empty Doritos bag and looked at her sis, trying to keep one eye on me.

Those brown eyes pulled away. She threw her arms around the girl, ignoring me.

“It's okay, sis. I know it's scary and it doesn't make sense...but we're going to get out of this. I'll find a way.” She paused, rocking the teenager, who was strangely calm, probably too numb to spill more tears today. “I'll do anything I have to.”

Had a feeling the last part was aimed at me. Hoped to hell she was serious, because that was the kinda attitude that might save me from a few ass kickings and keep her alive.

I swept up the broken phone fragments and took their empty packages. A hasty trip outside to throw away the junk brought me face to face with Rabid. He had one arm around some redheaded bitch I'd seen on his dick a couple times before.

“You still alive in there, bro?” he said, grinning through his short brown stubble.

“Don't see too many dead fucks walking around out here.” I had to stop and wonder if that was true – some of the men who'd settled in from Sacramento spent enough time drunk and high to look like the living dead.

“How about the girls?” The redhead laughed when he asked, like she was in on some big fucking secret.

I frowned, hoping he wasn't so loose with those bitches he was spilling club secrets along with his jizz. “They're doing fine. Gotta work on getting 'em somewhere else to crash. They're not a good fit for the clubhouse.”

Rabid's eyes narrowed as he saw me looking at his girl. “Whatever, bro. Hope you get them some new digs before Fang finds out.”

They walked past me to his room, right across the hall from mine, slamming the door behind them. My favorite brother wasn't kidding.

Having the Prez involved with these girls in any way, shape, or form was an express train to hell. I had to get their attitudes checked and work on shuffling them out as soon as I could. Shit was guaranteed to get more heated with the cartel soon, and then there'd be zero tolerance for loose ends.

They were sprawled out on my bed when I got back. The little one must've been knocked out after eating, but Missy was awake, bathing me in that guilty fire spilling out her eyes.

“It's been a long night. Go ahead and get some sleep,” I said. “I'll be right here on the floor if you need anything.”

She rolled over without saying anything. Should've given myself the same damned advice. It had been a long night, and it was about to get a whole lot longer.

I slept with one eye open the entire time, running my brain through cash flow, consequences, and choices. If I didn't have to worry about them flipping and running to the police, I had enough to stick them up in a hotel 'til I could find something better, maybe a crappy apartment.

Club business was too serious to keep them under lock and key forever. There had to be a balance, somewhere between covering my ass and doing what was best for them. There had to be some way outta this damned quicksand I'd landed in with both feet.

I pushed my face into my sleeping bag, muffling a growl.

One thing, I had no doubts about: if I didn't get Missy outta here soon, I wouldn't be able to keep my dick zipped up while it strained against my jeans every time I looked at her. And if she kept sassing me with those spitfire lips...

Fuck. If that happened, throwing her down, spanking her ass raw, and fucking some respect into her was as certain as the moon hanging in the sky while I nodded off to sleep.

T
he first three days were hell, and they were the ones where we sat in his crappy room by ourselves, alone while he went out and did...I didn't really know what, but it must've been terrible.

This club, this man, this place – they were all so close to hell I could practically smell the sulfur dripping off the walls. I seriously wondered if Jackie and I died with daddy, and now we were all paying for his sins.

Escape? It wasn't even an option.

The first day he was gone, I found out fast the door was locked from the other side. Even if we'd somehow made it out, the place was always swarming with them.

Big, brutal men stomped around outside, as dangerous and foul tempered as the grizzly bears they wore on their leather vests. Sometimes, I heard them fucking their women through the walls. The girls screamed so loud I couldn't tell if they were being ripped apart by pleasure or having the life torn out of them.

Jackie ate, slept, and took long private trips to the bathroom, avoiding me so I wouldn't see her crying. Watching her kill herself to stay strong really hurt.

I was the fuckup. I'd accepted a bundle of miracle money I knew nothing about, and I'd landed us both here.

Jesus, if only I'd taken a fistful of money and woken Jackie up. We could've left that night while we sorted it out. We could've gotten away, stayed in a hotel, avoided all this. If only I'd stopped to think there'd be others after the fortune daddy left behind in vain.

Now, it was gone. Gone forever, just like any shred of hope that we wouldn't just move from one rung of hell to the next. And that was
if
we were lucky enough to get away from these monsters.

I was skeptical Brass had done anything more than delay what those rougher, darker men wanted to do to us in the basement. Why he'd decided to delay our doom, I couldn't figure out.

Did he really have a heart? Or was he just another demon, driven by something different than money and blood, but just as selfish?

The third evening, he came in carrying burgers and fries. I could've killed for something leafy and green, but my stomach was so empty and unsettled it wouldn't let me resist anything I shoved in my face. My stomach rumbled hard when I smelled the greasy, delicious food.

“Dinner,” he said, passing me a burger. “Try to finish it up fast because we got shit to do tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow, making sure Jackie got into her food first before I began to eat. She hadn't lost her appetite through all this by some miracle, but I wasn't taking any chances.

Little sis had me to look out for her now. Me, the big sister who'd failed to protect her, and nobody else.

“Yeah? What's that? Spraying us down with Febreze while we're rotting away in here?” A little more venom in my blood replaced the fear the big biker originally inspired every day.

He shook his head. “I'm taking you two to your new place. You've been cooped up in my room long enough. If you think it's been fun for me sleeping on the floor, you're a fucking –“

He stopped just short of saying idiot. For some reason, the weird catch brought a sour smile to my lips. He was civil, in his own twisted way. But that wasn't saying much for men who had no manners whatsoever.

“How do we know this isn't another trick?” I said, biting into my cheeseburger.

“I don't play games, babe. If I was really gonna drive you out into the boonies and off you, I wouldn't be wasting money feeding your mouths.” He smoothed his face with one hand. “Yeah, on the other hand, I guess you don't know shit. That's the way it's gonna stay. You'll just have to take my word for it and be good while I drive you over.”

“We've had plenty of practice, mister,” Jackie chimed in, munching on a fry. “Behaving ourselves is all we've been doing here, in case you hadn't noticed.”

Brass gave my sister a dark, angry look, but held himself in check. He never lashed out at her, even on the few occasions when she'd insulted him to his face. That surprised me.

It was hard to imagine any decency among these men. With the others, I didn't think we'd be so lucky, but Brass...well, he put at least some limits on his explosive testosterone.

“Fucking finish up. We don't got all day. I'd rather get you girls outta here without dealing with the brothers.” He turned, removing his food from the bag and digging in.

I watched him chew. There was no way he could've been more than a few years older than me, somewhere in his mid-twenties. The hormones whistling through his veins did far more than make him act like a barbarian.

He dripped sex. He was raw. Masculine. Real in a way I didn't know a man could be.

When he came into the room, he commanded my attention. His gravity tilted my whole narrow world to his barrel chested center, his emerald eyes I feared had x-ray vision to see what I was really thinking.

I hated – no,
loathed
– admitting it, but if he wasn't holding us prisoner here, wearing that ferocious beast on his jacket, he definitely would've turned my head at any bar.

Not that I knew much about that. Taking care of dad and Jackie finished off what little social life I'd had as a young woman. But like any red blooded woman, big muscles and devilish ink drew my eyes, and Brass was all strength and edge, a living sculpture whose rogue looks were just the type to walk up and punch you in the face.