Broken (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 1) (20 page)

‘You not staying long, then?’

‘Long enough,’ he sighs, taking another deep drag on his cigarette before tossing it onto the wooden porch floor and stamping down on it.

I hear the dull roar of a Harley engine and both Zeb and I look up as a bike pulls in off the road and makes its way up to the house. It’s Mack. Who else would it be?

‘Go put that phone somewhere safe,’ Zeb says to me, not taking his eyes off Mack, who skids his bike to a halt and climbs off, throwing his helmet down on the ground before he and Fitz start talking. ‘Inside, Izzi. Now.’ Mack starts striding towards the house and I feel my stomach churn. ‘Go on.’

I look at Zeb, but his expression is as it always is – stoic. You don’t ask too many questions where Zeb’s concerned. He knows what he’s doing.

So I head inside.

And wait for the storm to break…

Mack

‘Get the fuck off my property.’

I’m pissed. I’m fucking pissed as hell. Some punk turns up, beats the shit outta my prospects then fucks my girl and he expects me to, what? Shake him by the fucking hand? Offer him a beer? Tell him to help himself to my liquor
and
my old lady?

‘I ain’t going nowhere, brother.’

‘Get the
fuck
off my property before I break your freakin’ neck…’

Jesus fucking Christ!

He twists my arm up behind my back and slams me up against the wall before I’ve had a chance to draw breath, and I can hear Fitz and the others running to my aid but I don’t need their help.

‘Back off, Fitz!’

‘Mack…’

‘I said, back off! I can handle this. Get back to your posts.
Now!
’

I feel this dick’s breath on my neck as he leans in to me, his fingers grasping my wrist tighter than need be. I swear, I’m gonna kill the motherfucker the second he lets go of me.

‘You might be able to tell your lapdogs what to do, Slayer, but you ain’t telling me shit.’

I wrench my arm free of his grip and swing around, immediately drawing my gun but he’s just as quick, and draws his, too. We’ve reached stand-off. And then he laughs, and I almost pull the fucking trigger he’s got me that wound up.

‘We really doing this?’

He’s one cocky dumbfuck. ‘And you’re, what, exactly, to Izzi?’

‘A friend.’

‘You fuck all your friends, huh?’

He laughs again, and I’m losing it here. I’m seriously fucking losing it. ‘You could say I taught her everything she knows.’

Jesus, I’m gonna kill him, I swear, he’s fucking testing me. ‘She ask you to come here?’

‘She needs me. She’s in trouble, and she…’

‘She needs
me
…’

‘Whoa, am I sensing some envy flying around here?’ He lowers his weapon and tucks his gun into the back of his jeans. Now the fucker’s just confusing me. ‘Listen, Mack, I ain’t no threat on that score, OK? I don’t do relationships. I ain’t got the temperament. And I wasn’t aware you had it, either. But I hear you might’ve fallen hard for my girl Izzi.’

‘She ain’t your girl.’

He takes a step forward and I keep my weapon raised. I don’t trust him. I don’t know who he is, I don’t know why he’s here, so I’m staying on my guard. ‘Not like that she ain’t, no. But I
made
her. What you see, what you
get
, that’s all on me. She’s
my
creation.’

What the fuck is this asshole talking about?

‘Mack?’

I swing around, and she’s standing in the doorway and, man, she looks so freakin’ beautiful. But she’s just had his dick inside her and I don’t know if I can go there again now.
Shit!
Who the fuck
is
this prick?

‘Something you wanna tell me, darlin’?’

She walks over to me and the second she touches me I know I’m going back there. Whatever the fuck’s going on with this guy it ain’t gonna affect what we have. I’ll make sure of that. I’ve put my whole fucking life on the line for this girl. Everything. So I’m taking her.

‘Mack, this is Zeb.’

I turn back to face him. ‘Zeb?’ He leans back against the porch railings and lights up a cigarette, offering the packet to me. I decline. I need a drink, not a cigarette. I need something stronger than tobacco. ‘And who the fuck is Zeb?’

‘Zeb was my…’ She briefly drops her head and I don’t miss the small smile that crosses her face, ‘teacher.’ She raises her gaze and looks straight at him.
 
‘
One
of my teachers.’

‘How many did you have, for fuck’s sake…?’

‘Just Zeb. And Sam.’

‘And he’s here, why?’ I look into her eyes, and she’s scared, I can tell. She’s nervous. I don’t think she was looking forward to this confrontation. I can’t say I’m enjoying it myself.

‘Because I need him.’

‘And what the fuck am I? A spare fucking part you’ve got no use for anymore?’

‘No, baby, listen to me. Listen to me.’ She cups my cheek and guides my head down until she’s kissing me, and I wind my fingers in her hair and kiss her back; I’m taking control and showing this prick who’s fucking boss. ‘I didn’t
ask
Zeb to come here. Sam sent him. He knows I’m in trouble, and Zeb can help. He’s gonna work
with
you, Mack. He’s not your enemy. He’s on your side.’

‘He ain’t staying here, Izzi.’

‘I need him to, baby. I need him here.’

‘Jesus, Izzi…’ I rest my forehead against hers and close my eyes. I need a second, just to get my head around this. I had a plan, and his turning up could jeopardize that. I can’t do shit with him breathing down my neck.

‘I can’t let him stay here, Izzi.’

‘Then I’m going with him. I’m leaving.’

She steps out of my arms and I feel like someone just kicked me real hard in the stomach. ‘Hey! Where you going? Izzi… Jesus!’

‘I didn’t ask him to come, Mack, but now he’s here…’ She bows her head, her eyes down on the ground for a couple of beats and I take a second to raise my gaze, to see what Zeb’s doing. Which is nothing. He’s just standing there with his arms folded and a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth watching everything play out in front of him. ‘Now he’s here…’ She slowly lifts her head and her eyes meet mine. ‘He can help, Mack. He knows what I need to do, he’s always known.
 
He can help. Please.’

‘You’re fucking killing me here, Izzi.’

‘Please, Mack.’

She slides her hand up under my shirt and, Christ, is that all it takes now? I feel her fingers touch my skin and all of a sudden I’m giving her anything she wants? It don’t fucking work like that. If he stays here I need a plan B. And I don’t have a plan B. I’m not even sure plan A was workable, but it had a shot.

‘He can stay in town, Izzi, but he ain’t staying
here
.’

She looks over my shoulder, and she’s obviously looking at Zeb and I turn to see him shrug. ‘I can find somewhere to stay.’

‘You’ll stay at the clubhouse.’ I’m keeping this one close. ‘I’m staying here, with Izzi.’

‘You are?’

She seems surprised. She needn’t be. That was always part of the plan. ‘Yeah. I am. I’ve left you alone for too long, darlin’. And look what happens when I do that.’

‘Hey. Princess.’

She lets go of me and walks behind me, over to Zeb. And I still don’t know who the fuck he really is. She needs to talk to me, and fast, if we’re ever gonna pull this situation into some kinda line.

‘You OK with all of this?’

‘Yes, Zeb, I’m OK with this.’

I narrow my eyes as she steps into his arms and he wraps them around her and holds her tight. What the fucking hell…? ‘Hey, look, you got no right to just take what you think is yours…’

He fixes me with a look I seen in many a man’s eyes, including my own. He ain’t scared of shit. I’m not gonna intimidate him, I already got that. Just another reason why keeping him close is necessary. I’ll call Odi. Tell him to keep an eye on him when I’m not around.

‘You wanna tell me where this clubhouse of yours is?’ He lets go of Izzi and she backs away, back towards me and I catch her hand, taking it in mine.

‘Ask Fitz. He’ll give you directions. It’s not far from here.’

‘You gonna be OK?’

He directs that question at Izzi, and she nods, squeezing my hand tight.

‘I’ll see you soon, princess. All right?’

He’ll see her when I fucking tell him he can.

He turns and strides down the porch steps, over to a black and gold Harley parked just to the right of mine and I watch as he and Fitz exchange words before he speeds off.

‘You wanna tell me what the fuck all that was about?’

She squeezes my hand again and leads me inside, leaving the door open. ‘Soon.’

I watch as she pulls off her T-shirt and wriggles out of her shorts and, man, she knows how to fucking play me. Ain’t no woman been able to control me like this, but I gotta be careful. I’m here to control
her
now.

‘What makes you think I wanna touch you when he’s not long had his dick inside you?’

‘And his fingers.’

‘Jesus, Izzi…’

I run a hand over my hair and turn away, but only briefly. I’m gonna fuck her, of course I am. That’s the plan – fuck her so much she can’t think of anything but me; wanting me, needing me, I’m gonna be like the drug she can’t fucking live without. And once that’s happened, once she’s addicted she ain’t gonna care whether Viper’s crew live or die because she’s gonna have way more important things to be doing with her messed-up life. Like being my old lady.
That’s
gonna be her life, so she ain’t gonna have time to even think about killing anyone. She won’t care no more, because she’ll have
me
to concentrate on.

I feel her hand on my hip and her lips brush the back of my neck and I close my eyes as she presses her naked body up against me, and even through the leather of my cut I can feel her tits with their rock-hard nipples digging into my back.

‘Turn around,’ she whispers, and I ain’t gonna argue. I’m tired and angry and so fucking frustrated, and I’m gonna take it all out on her because she fucking caused this. So I turn around and I grab hold of her and pull her against me, kissing her so roughly it hurts, but I need this, so freakin’ bad.

‘Lie down’, I murmur, pushing her towards the couch at the back of the room. ‘And open those pretty legs of yours.’
Because I am gonna fuck you so hard you won’t know what day of the week it is.

She does as she’s told; she lets go of me and lies down, immediately spreading her legs and for a second – just a split second – my skin prickles at the thought of some other man touching her. But then I pull back from that and kneel over her, taking a look at what’s mine. She’s fucking mine, I claimed her, in front of my club. I took her and sent that message out that she ain’t up for grabs, to no one. She’s mine.

I place a hand on each of her knees and spread them even further apart before I finally pound into her, I don’t ease into this, no fucking way. And her cries and moans only feed my need to thrust harder and faster and I can’t even breathe properly, my throat’s so tight, but all I can think about is doing this, reaching my endgame. So I keep her knees wide apart as I fuck her, and I watch as my cock thrusts in and out of her beautiful, wet pussy. She’s gripping the pillow behind her head and arching her back as I start to feel the climax build, and her cries grow louder and more strained and that only spurs me on. And then I’m coming; short, sharp spasms wrack my body as I pump all that frustration out into her and I swear I can feel a weight lifting off my shoulders. Yeah… I’m done.