“Put that fucker in the bunker, I’ll deal with him later.”
“No problem Prez. We got this.”
Chainz carries me through the woods, dust kicking up under his boots as we make our way along a dirt path. The darkness is unsettling, but I feel safe in his arms. Even though I can walk, I don’t argue with him. I’m enjoying the closeness. I tighten my grip around him and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his heady scent. Cobra and Fuel aren’t far behind us, but they keep their distance since they’re dragging Adam along with them. I don’t know what the bunker is, and I don’t like the thought of him being anywhere near us.
“What will you do with him?” I’m sure I already know the answer to my question.
“Don’t worry about that little bird.” I know what he’s not saying, they’re going to kill him, but after everything Adam’s done to me, I can’t find it in me to give a damn. Chainz groans when I let out a heavy sigh, fanning my breath across his sweaty skin. “What’s wrong?”
“I want revenge. Not just for me, but for Paige and Garrett.”
“Then you’ll have it.”
It’s the first time I’ve spoken their names out loud to Chainz. He only knows a small part of my story. I need to tell him all of it. He deserves to know the truth. I can’t hide from it anymore, but for now I just want to feel him next to me. Right now it’s just us. No questions, no judgement to come between us.
When we reach the end of the path, Chainz lowers me to my feet. He straddles his bike and offers me his arm for support so I can climb on behind him. The bike rumbles beneath us. Being this close to him, on the back of his bike, is thrilling. Scooting closer to him, I wrap my arms tight around his waist and press against his back. He keeps his speed steady, no braking, no gear changes, no jerks, just coasting along the empty road with the moonlight leading our way. We walked out of hell, and something so much better lies ahead. I dip my hands lower and kiss the curve of his neck. I’m so turned on right now and I want him to know it. He’s worried about our age difference, but I’m not. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever met and every time he touches me I come undone. I just hope when he hears the truth about Paige and my scars, he’ll still want me. As much as I’m enjoying the ride, I want to get back to the clubhouse and show him what he does to me.
When we reach the compound, Thrasher opens the gate. We drive through, pulling the bike into the spot reserved for Chainz. He kills the engine and we dismount. Taking me by the hand, he leads me toward the door. He’s in a hurry now. I don’t know if that’s because he wants me as bad as I want him or because he doesn’t want me to notice the van heading up the hill. The van, the prospect is driving with Adam in the back. I saw Cobra and Fuel tie him up and toss him inside as we pulled away from the woods.
A shiver courses through me, but I shake it off and draw closer to Chainz. His arm wraps around my shoulders and he leans down, kissing me softly on the top of my head. “I could use a stiff drink.”
I look up at him with hood eyes and he smiles down at me. “All I need is you inside of me.”
He growls and tugs me closer, “There’s no place I’d rather be, but first we have Mercy make sure you’re ok.”
He narrows his eyes at me, telling me there’s no use in arguing. Nodding my head, I conceded. I let out a breathy sigh, “Fine.”
With his arm wrapped around me, we stroll into the clubhouse. The other club girls are busy doing what they do. I wonder if any of them even notice Shawna isn’t here. My heart sinks with the guilt, although I don’t know why I feel responsible. Shawna’s the one that betrayed me and has given me shit since day one. Still, seeing her skull blown apart in front of me makes me sick to my stomach. My pace slows and Chainz notices, coming almost to a full stop. As if he knows what I’m thinking, he turns to me, “No one is going to blame you. Shawna made her own choices, and she betrayed us. If Adam didn’t pull the trigger, I would have.”
I pull back, shocked by what I’m hearing. “You would have killed her?”
He swallows hard, “I’ve never killed a woman before, but I would if I had to. We’re the Krymson Destroyers; Krymson is for the blood on our hands and Destroyers because we annihilate anybody that crosses us. We’re not the good guys, we’re one percenters.” He draws his hand through his goatee, “I don’t want to let you go but you need to understand this if you’re going to stay.”
Some might call it immoral, evil even. Those people would be scared. I’m not one of those people. I’ve known fear and nothing about Jude Chainz Scott scares me. When I look in his eyes, I know this is where I belong. With him. With this club.
I stretch to the tips of my toes and draw closer to him, my lips grazing his. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His arms circle my waist, pulling me close to him. Our lips collide in a kiss so passionate it leaves me breathless. Chainz is dominant, he’s dangerous, but he’s also tender and loving and mine. He pulls away when someone clears their throat beside us. We were so caught up in each other, everyone in the room disappeared. The distraction reminds us we’re not alone. Chainz growls and loosens his hold on me, turning toward Crusher. “Your timing fucking sucks.”
“Diablo has been blowing up your phone. You left it behind when you stormed out of here.”
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, “I have to deal with this.”
“I know. I’ll be waiting for you upstairs.” I walk toward the stairs and spot Mercy coming out of the infirmary. She eyes the bruises on my face, then looks toward Chainz and back to me.
“Come up. You know he won’t let me be until you tell him I’m alright.”
“Are you?” she asks.
Mercy’s right behind me as I reach the top of the stairs. We turn the corner and I glance over the railing to catch a glimpse of Chainz down below. He’s pacing the floor of the common room with his cell phone pressed to his ear. He’s clenching and unclenching his free hand, grating his jaw while he barks into the phone. Something has him worked up. When he spins around, his eyes drift up and land on me, watching him. The tension in his face eases and that sexy as hell grin of his appears on the corners of his lips.
Desperate to get this over with, I pull myself away and head into the bedroom.
“I’ve never been better.” I tell Mercy, taking a seat on the edge of the messy bed.
“Let me look anyway,” she sits next to me on the bed, exams my bruises and looks me over for signs of a concussion. I must pass her test because she lets out a sigh and pulls me into a hug. “I’m glad you’re alright.”
The tightness of her embrace around my aching back makes me flinch. She pulls herself away, “Let me see.”
