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I shook my head.
“Do what?”

“Finish what you
started,” Cutter told me. “You have to finish it.”

I looked up at
him. “You want me to… you want me to kill him?”

He didn’t have to
answer. The look on his face was answer enough.

I shook my head.
“Are you nuts? I can’t… I can’t kill a man.”

Cutter turned my
body toward him, cupping my chin in his hands. “Look at me. Do you trust me?”
He was smearing blood all over my chin and I inhaled the stench. He ran his
finger over my lips and I ran my tongue over them, tasting the red liquid. “You
do, don’t you? You trust
me and you
don’t know why
because you’ve just met me… but it’s not as crazy as you think, Grace. Feelings
don’t lie and this is what has to be done.” He pushed a piece of hair behind my
ear and moved closer to me. “Do it.”

The guy on the
floor leaped up from the floor and made a run for the door but it was too late,
I’d already pulled the gun up with shaky hands and pointed it at him.

“Do it,” Cutter
ordered. “Pull the trigger, Grace.”

And with a
tremble, I did.

Not once, not
twice, but three clean rounds.

And then his
corpse slumped to the ground.

Dead
as a doornail.

Chapter Eight

CUTTER

She sat on the bed
in her little skirt and shirt; blood stained her hands and face. She looked faded
and confused, sick to her stomach over what she had just done. Taken the life
of a man.

A
man who deserved far worse.

I had never seen
anything so beautiful in my entire life.

I had had the
feeling that she was special, that she was different.

Now I was
positive.

Positive that I
was linked to her in ways I didn’t fully understand yet.

I was so damaged
and fucked up. I knew I wasn’t what she needed. A good girl like her didn’t
need a guy like me. I was as bad as they came but I didn’t give a fuck. Being
near her was too thrilling to care if it was right or wrong.

Since when did I
give a fuck about what was right anyway?

Last time I
checked it was never.

I took the gun out
of her hand and rolled it back and forth between my fingers. “You did the right
thing, Grace.” I moved closer to her, letting my eyes travel down her chest and
stomach. “It was what needed to be done.”

“Was it?” She
looked up at me, defeated. Her dark hair was sticking to her forehead and she
had blood smeared all over her cheeks and lips. “How could that be right?”

I leaned down and
took her hands in mine, pulling her to her feet. “Come on.” I pulled her after
me gently. “Careful not to step in the blood,” I told her when we reached the
two bodies in the middle of the floor.

She stepped over
them and followed me wordlessly into the bathroom.

I slipped my shirt
over my head and reached into the shower, turning on the hot water. “It’s going
to be okay, Grace. You did good, really good.” I reached out to her and pushed
her hair off her face.

Her bright eyes
searched mine. She looked so damaged.

So
hot.

“I… I shot him.”
Her voice cracked. “I just shot him.”

I smiled. “You
sure did.” I took my hands and traced over the outline of her shirt with my
fingers. “It was perfect. Come on, hands up.” She hesitated for a second but
then stuck her hands straight up in the air, allowing me to strip her shirt off
completely.

My eyes drifted
down to her boobs. They were bigger than I thought.

My cock
immediately started to rise in my pants.

Her eyes traveled
to the other room where the dead bodies were still visible through the open
door. It was mostly a blur of dark red. I knew she was overwhelmed but it
actually wasn’t that much blood, not compared to what it could have been.

I’d seen worse
before.

Way worse.

“I… I…” She
stuttered.

“Shhh,” I soothed
her. “It’s going to be okay.”

I picked her up
still in her skirt and bra and slowly set her inside of the shower. “Let me
clean you up.” I climbed in after her and took in her beautiful body. She stood
directly under the faucet, hot water dripping through her hair and all the way
down her face.

I grabbed a
washcloth off the rack and dropped a bunch of soap on it and then I started to
slowly rub the blood off her body, getting her nice and clean. She didn’t
speak, her eyes studying me the entire time. She looked so perfect all wet like
she was placed here just for me.

She had just
killed a man simply because I told her to.

It was thrilling
and exciting and my body knew it.

I could barely
control myself any longer.

I reached down and
brushed my lips against hers.

Even through her
shock and the water, I could see the blush that crept into her cheeks. The
realization only made my dick happier. Good girls were the best kinds of girls.

I leaned down again
and kissed her once more, harder this time.

I was hungry for
her and it showed.

She gasped into my
mouth and I took the opportunity to stick my tongue into her mouth and taste
her fully. She was so sweet, like a lollipop that you would suck on after
fucking a broad on top of the washing machine or somewhere else equally as hot.

That was the
feeling she gave me just by making out.

She pulled back
after a few seconds, breathing heavily. “This is wrong.”

I leaned into her,
reassuring her. “Does it feel wrong, Grace?”

She bit her lip
softly then shook her head. “No.”

“That’s because
it’s not.”

I took her hand
and placed it on the top of my jeans. “See what you do to me.” She blushed
deeper and I growled in satisfaction, placing my hand on top of hers and
rubbing it up and down my dick.

She rubbed it up
and down slowly, water dripping in her mouth. “It’s huge,” she said it
half-heartedly, like it was funny. But I saw something deeper in her eyes, she
was nervous. She probably hadn’t been with that many guys and was anxious about
my size.

The information
only made me want her more.

“You haven’t seen
anything yet,” I told her, smirking. I pushed her hand away and unbuckled my
belt, unzipping my jeans just enough that my hard cock sprung out into action.

Her eyes grew wide
at the sight of it and I chuckled.

“It’s okay,” I
told her. “Go ahead.”

She still didn't
move and I sighed, moving closer to her. “Grace, go ahead and taste it.” I put
my hands on her shoulders and pushed her head down toward my crotch.

The suspense was
torture but finally, I felt her mouth around my cock, sucking it slowly. She
worked her tongue in and out around my large shaft, sucking it like the good
girl she was.

I moaned and it
only encouraged her more, forcing more of me into her mouth. Even with her best
efforts she’d only managed to take half of me but I didn't mind, she was a
trooper and sucked me off for what felt like hours. Every time I was about to
cum I'd take her mouth off me and regain my composure, wanting to drag it out
for as long as possible.

“Look at me,” I
told her, wanting to see her pretty eyes.

She looked up at
me, sticking my dick in and out of her mouth.

God, she was
perfect. My dick was never that hard and I wasn’t even fucking her, she was
just giving me some head. I took her head in my hands and shoved myself deeper
in her mouth, forcing my cock so deep into her mouth that I could feel that
throat.

She gagged for a
second but I held her head in place. “Shh, take it, take it.” She did, opening
her mouth even wider and allowing herself to gag on top of my cock. I moaned.
“Yes, good girl, good girl.” It felt so fucking good.

I throat fucked
her for another few seconds and then jerked my dick out of her mouth, leaving
her gasping for air. I grinned. She was a good girl who was a nasty wet mess
right now.

Good girls who you
could make act
bad
were my favorite.

A
good girl who was bad just for me.

“Again,” I told
her. “Take it again.”

She opened up and
took me down her throat, letting me hold her head in place while I got off
before I finally nut in her mouth. My hot cum dripped down her throat. “Swallow
it,” I demanded.

And she did, every
drop.

I panted heavily
and pulled myself out of her mouth, too satisfied to even speak. She shot to her
feet and looked at me, her face was so red.

“Did I… I mean…was
that okay?”

I huffed. “Are you
kidding? It was amazing.”

She smiled shyly
and looked down at the shower floor.

I reached around
her and cut off the water.

I had bodies to
get rid of.

Chapter Nine

GRACE

Blaze looked
around the bloody hotel room. “Well, if they didn’t want to wage war before
they definitely will now.” He leaned over one of the lifeless bodies and
studied the bullet-wrecked face. “This is Devil and his brother.” Blaze ran his
hand through his dark hair.

“I know who they
are,” Cutter grabbed a large bag out of the duffel bag Blaze had brought and
started unfolding it across the floor. “I’m not blind.” The black bag was so
big that it covered most of the carpet.

“Then you know
that The Misfits are going to miss them, they’re full brothers, brothers who
were probably sent here with the sole purpose of bringing Grace back to the
committee. When they don’t come back they’re going to come looking for them.”
Blaze shook his head. “Devil is one of their main hit men for Crist sake.”

Cutter huffed.
“Some hit man, Grace took him out in a few shots.”

Blaze looked at me
for the first time since he arrived. “Oh, I guess we should be grateful that
you just knocked Heather out and didn’t kill her then.” He looked like the
thought of me repulsed him.

“I already talked
to her about that,” Cutter told him.

Which was a lie
but judging by the look he shot me after he said it I was guessing that we
would have a talk about it later. We’d been a little too busy to get into much
else besides the dead bodies on the floor and… his huge dick in my mouth.

The thought alone
was enough to send shivers up and down my spine. I had never even taken a
shower with a man before and less than an hour ago I had sucked a man’s dick
with a huge pool of water splashing down around me. It was a first… but this
whole night was one of firsts.

I’d never killed a
man before either.

The image of me
pulling the trigger and sending a man down in a pile of blood flashed through
my mind. Was Cutter right? Had it been the only way? It felt like it at the
time, be or be killed.

They had come
there to take me, to kill me.
To do unthinkable things to me.
So why did I still feel guilty about what had happened? I glanced at Cutter. He
pulled gloves over his hands and picked up one of the feet of a body, pulling
it closer to the bag.

What he had said
before I shot at whoever he was had been the truth. I did trust Cutter. Yeah,
he had taken me and tied me to a bed but he was only trying to protect me. If
it wasn’t for him I would have been raped and killed by now, if it weren’t for
him I wouldn’t even be allowed to worry about the hit man I had just murdered.

How many lives had
he taken before I took his?

It took a second
for me to realize that Blaze was still staring at me while Cutter was loading
up the bodies into their bags. “I’m sorry about that,” I told him. “I didn’t
mean to hurt her. I just… I freaked out. I had to get out of there and I was
scared she was going to tell Cutter I’d gotten away.”

“You should
apologize to her, not me,” Blaze pointed out.

“I will,” I
assured him.

I made a mental
note to keep in mind that if I upset Heather in the future I would be upsetting
Blaze, too. I’d dismissed Heather’s feelings as a silly schoolgirl crush
earlier but now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe Blaze liked her just as much as she
liked him.

 
I wondered how Cutter would feel about
that. Something told me he wouldn’t be a fan of it. He seemed to like control
too much to allow something like that to go on.

Blaze nodded,
excepting my answer. “Good.”

“Good,” Cutter
said, pushing one of the bodies fully into a black bag and zipping it halfway
up. “Now that you two have that all worked out, would you mind helping me wrap
this shit up?”

Blaze shook out of
his jacket. “Throw me some gloves.”

Cutter reached for
them but stopped midway. “Did you hear that?”

“Footsteps,” Blaze
whispered, nodding.

“I didn’t hear
anything,” I frowned.

Cutter grabbed me
by the arm and yanked me off the bed. “Come on.” He opened the closet door and
stuffed me inside. “Grace,” he glanced over his shoulder at the closed door.
“It’s very important that no matter what you hear going on out here you don’t
make a sound.”

“But…”

He held his finger
to his lips and then closed the door.

The room was
silent for what felt like forever before I finally heard heavy footsteps and
the sound of the door swinging open. Cutter moved his body in front of the
closet, blocking the tiny sliver of light that was my only sense of life beyond
the door.

Blaze let out a
sound of relief.

“Jesus,” Cutter
said, an edge in his tone. “We thought you were here to look for your dead
brothers.” He moved away from the door but only slightly. “You really didn’t
have to come.”

“Of course, I had
to come,” a dark male voice said. “Anytime a man is killed on our hands I have
to come, Cutter.” He sounded condescending like he was speaking to a small
child instead of a grown man.

“Of course, Dad.”
Cutter sounded cold and uninvolved.

Dad? I reached for
the doorknob on the closet but pulled back at the last minute. If Cutter wanted
me out there, he would come and get me.

I heard the sound
of heavy footsteps circling around the room. “What happened here? Blaze said
you walked in and they were both dead?” I could hear him lean down and unzip
one of the bags, inspecting the bodies.

“Yeah, I figured
we better take care of the bodies before their brothers came looking for them.
The longer we can keep this under wraps, the longer we have to prepare for the
war that’s sure to come our way.” Cutter sounded convincing, there was no sense
of deception in his voice.

It made me wonder
what else he lied about if he was that good at it.

“Why would we get
a war?” His father scoffed. “You came here and found a few Misfit members dead.
That has nothing to do with you, you just happened to be in the wrong place at
the wrong time.”

“Right, like
they’re going to buy that,” Blaze pointed out.

“And the girl?”

Blaze and Cutter
didn’t say anything.

“Where’s the
girl?” his father sounded alarmed.

“No clue,” Cutter
admitted. “When I got here the place was empty.”

“Let me get this
straight… we have two dead brothers and the girl they want is missing?” I heard
the sound of glass breaking around them. “They are going to want her even more
after this.”

“To state the
obvious.” Cutter’s feet shifted further to the right.

He was shielding
me.

Always
the protector.
The knowledge made me all warm.

The silence in the
room could cut through ice. Cutter’s father was breathing so heavy that I thought
his chest might explode in the middle of the room.

“We’ll find her,”
Blaze said in an effort to calm him down. “We always find them.” I heard the
sound of a bag being zipped back up. I realized that if Cutter’s father checked
the bullet wounds he might put two and two together about who’s gun had
actually delivered the deadly shots.

Cutter’s dad
didn’t speak for a few seconds. “Of course, we will find her.” He sounded
calmer now. “Who the hell knew she was such a good shot?” More footsteps. “I
better get back to the club.”

“We’ll keep you
updated,” Blaze reassured him.

“I know you will,”
Cutter’s dad told him. I could hear the sound of a hand clapping him on the
back. “You’re loyal above everything else, Blaze.” I noticed he didn’t say the
same to Cutter.

The door to the
hotel opened. “The important thing is to find the girl and bring her in,” he
paused. “And at this point, it really doesn’t matter if it’s dead or alive.”

And then the door
slammed so hard the hangers in the closet shook.

***

CUTTER

Grace was being
dramatic, per usual. “You’re being very dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” She
threw her hands up in the air. “I’m being dramatic? You’re dad, who happens to
be the president of one of the most feared MC clubs in the entire city, just
told you that he wants me captured. Dead or alive, Cutter, dead or alive.”

“And are you being
taken in, Grace? Dead or alive?”

She yanked back
the curtain on the window and looked out. “Not yet.”

Blaze came back
into the room and Grace jumped a foot off the ground.

“Just me,” he told
her. “Relax. The more jumpy you are the more attention you’re going to attract
to yourself.” He glanced at me. “The bodies are all loaded up.”

“Well, excuse me.
I’ve never been on the run from a bunch of crime and rage filled brothers
before!” She pushed her hair out of her face. It was
all full
of static from her time hiding in the closet.

I imagined what it
would be like to push her face into the wall and hit it from the back while she
was in there, hangers banging around. I would give it to her so hard that she’d
have to hold on to the wall for support so she didn’t fall over.

The image excited
me and I felt my bulge start to rise.

Fuck.

I willed my
thoughts under control. “Blaze is right, you’re acting kind of frantic.” I
poured a huge thing of bleach over the floor and started mopping at the floor
with the foot of one of my boots. “Nothing has even happened to you yet. We
just need to hide you out for a while until this whole thing dies down.”

Blaze shot me a
look that told me that wasn’t going to be anytime soon.

“I don’t want to
hide out like some criminal, Cutter.”

I hated her tone,
she was already talking to me that I was her boyfriend or some shit. I wasn’t
anyone’s boyfriend and her bold tone was making me feel like I had to make that
clear.

“Okay, then be
killed,” I told her. “See if I care.”

A hurt look came
across her face but I pretended not to notice, I couldn’t be in charge of
fixing her feelings every time she got upset. This whole thing was a mistake.
Was she special? Yes, but…

Guys like me
didn’t do girlfriends. I was too fucked up in the head for it to ever end well
or be considered healthy. Something about the way she was behaving told me she
wasn’t like other girls, she wasn’t going to get that and even if she did, she
wasn’t going to play along.

“I’m not going to
be killed.”

“Yeah, if you shut
up and listen, you’re right you won't be.”

Blaze shot me a
look. One that said, if you were just going to be a dick to her and shrug it off
if she got murdered what the hell did we lie to my dad for anyway? And why the
fuck were we sneaking around trying to keep her safe?

Of course, I was
going to keep her but she didn’t need to know that.

Her knowing that
would only show weakness.

“Look, I have a
shipment I have to be present for. Every biker and their mother are going to be
looking for you soon.” Blaze had his gaze locked on Grace. “This may seem
annoying but we have to do what we have to do to keep you safe.”

She sighed. “And
what exactly does that mean?”

“I have a place
I’m going to take you,” I told her. “Some place that no one else knows about.”
I didn’t meet her eyes. It wasn’t exactly a place, more like a prison I used to
torture people who had a hard time telling me things that I wanted to know.

But whatever, it
was safe and no one knew about it.

She wouldn’t be in
the Four Seasons but, at least, she’d be alive.

We piled out of
the room one at a time, leaving the fresh smell of bleach and cleaning supplies
behind. If the Misfits came they would smell the stench and know someone had
cleaned something up immediately but I had sprayed a shit ton of Lysol trying
to mask the smell.

But fuck it, as
far as anyone knew none of the Red Sin’s had been here to begin with.

Blaze had paid the
kid at the front desk a large sum to say as much, too.

“How did you guys
find me, anyway?”

“The next time you
want to be on the run maybe you shouldn’t use your credit card, I had it traced
for activity within minutes, Grace.” I took the steps down two at a time.

“I’m going to
swing by and check on Heather really quick before I head to the docks.” Blaze
glanced back and forth between the two of us. “You’ll meet me there after
you're done… uh, handling your business?”

I smirked. “You
got it.”

And then he was
gone. The thing about blaze was that my father was right; he was loyal, too
loyal. But my dad didn’t realize one important fact, just like the rest of the
brothers didn’t. He was loyal to me above anyone and everything else.

My
right-hand man.

Who else would lie
to the brotherhood and our leader like that for me? And all over some girl he
had only met a handful of times? Blaze knew who I was and he knew that if
something was important enough for me to take a risk than he was going to back
me up on it.

I’d do the same
for him.

Heather and Blaze
were
the only people I’d do anything for.

And Grace, a voice
added, but I pushed it away.

Thinking like that
this soon was nuts.

They were the only
people I knew would never let me down.

“Okay.” I looped
my foot around the side of my bike and pulled her toward me. “Climb on.” I
patted the leather seat gently, wanting Grace to get the message that she
should proceed with caution.

“You want me to…
to… ride on THAT thing?”

“Hey, hey.” I
rubbed the handlebars of my Harley carefully. “That thing has a name, don’t
insult her. Patty can get very sensitive, you don’t know her the way I do.”

Grace let out a
small smile. “Oh my God, you named her?”

“I named all my
babies,” I told her seriously.

“How many do you
have?”