Hell's Knights (13 page)

“All this time, all this fuckin’ time you didn’t tell me? How could you keep that from me? Fuckin’ hell, Addison,
why
?”

My tears shock me because they’re not something I want to show my father, let alone Cade.

“Because I didn’t know you!” I scream.

He drops me, then I’m in his arms, and he’s holding me tightly. I can feel his heart thudding against my cheek. His fingers tangle in my hair and he holds me close, and I sink into him. This comfort, is a comfort I have needed my entire life. God, Jackson, why weren’t you around when I needed you?

“Baby,” he rasps. “So fuckin’ sorry. I should have fought harder for you.”

I shake my head, soaking his jacket with my tears. “Why didn’t you?” I croak.

“I tried, baby, I did. I looked for your Ma, but I couldn’t find her. She gave me a false name. Then I searched for your name, couldn’t find that either because apparently she changed your name as soon as she bolted. I figured maybe you were better off without me, and eventually, I stopped lookin’. Worst mistake I ever made.”

I jerk, and he holds me tighter. When I finally pull back, he grips my face.

“Can’t change what I did back then, but I can change what I do now. I’ll find that fucker, and I’ll make him pay for every moment he hurt you.”

I nod, knowing he will do just that. I don’t care either. Not one, tiny bit. I look past Jackson to see Cade sitting at the table, just staring at his hands. He’s too still, too quiet. I step out of Jackson’s grips, and gently walk over. I place my fingers on his arm and he flinches.

“Hey,” I whisper.

He looks up at me, then he grinds out, “Keep goin’ with the story, yeah?”

I stare at him a long moment before sitting back in my chair. I take a few deep breaths, wipe my face and continue once Jackson sits back down.

“So, after that, Jasper was a big part of my life. He was Mom’s pimp; he was always around. He continued to rape me. Eventually, I stopped fighting him.”

Jackson growls and Cade smashes the glass in his hand, splinters of it scatter across the table.

“Mother fuckin’ little cunt will die, a slow, painful death,” Cade barks.

“Cade, lock it up. Let her finish,” Jackson rasps.

Cade’s jaw ticks, but he nods for me to keep going. I rub my hands together, take a deep breath and keep going.

“He protected my mother in a sense; she was his best client. He supplied her with drugs, loads of them, but he held back her cash. If she did something wrong, he wouldn’t pay her. Often we went for up to a week with such a small amount of food, a rat could barely survive. Drugs were the only way either of us could cope. I tried to avoid them as much as possible, and mostly I had the power. When Jasper came over though, it was the only way I could…get through. It was the only way I could deal. Anyway, this went on for years. The same shit, different days. Then Billy came along, he was my boyfriend. He caught Jasper one day, and he just about tore his…parts off. Jasper stayed away after that, but when Billy left, he came back. That day, I tried to kill myself. I took loads of ecstasy, but Jasper got me to the hospital before it did any damage. Things only got worse after that.”

I stop to take a deep breath, and when I look up, both men are completely and utterly broken. I can see it in their faces. Cade is panting, his fists are clenched and there’s blood dripping from his hand. Jackson’s eyes are glassy and red, and he too, is panting.

“Cade, your hand is bleeding,” I say.

“Keep. Talking.”

His voice is firm, but gentle. I nod at him, and push a dish towel over the table. He grips it, and briefly his hand brushes mine. This gives me enough comfort to keep going.

“One day, I got home from the shop, and Mom was having a reaction to an overdose. She was frothing at the mouth, convulsing – I knew she’d taken too much and was going to die.”

Tears begin streaming down my face as the guilt rips through my chest. I heave, and I feel Jackson’s hand grip mine.

“I…I…” I choke out. “I stood there and watched her die. I didn’t even call an ambulance until after she was dead. I let her life slip from her. I hated her so much, that I didn’t even want to save her.”

“Oh, baby,” Jackson rasps.

“Sugar, it ain’t your fault,” Cade says in that gruff but gentle tone.

“It was my fault. I let her die. I should have saved her, but saving her meant I would continue to be trapped.”

“You ain’t to blame,” Cade says again. “What happened after that?”

“I ran. I packed a bag, her gun and I ran. I was in the nearby alley when Jasper caught up to me. He made all kinds of threats, and I lost it. I shot him, right in the crotch. Then I called the police and I told them…”

“What sugar?” Cade encourages.

“I told them he killed her.”

Both men stare at me in shock for a moment.

“That’s why he’s after you?” Jackson says.

“Yes, that and the fact that I blew his penis off.”

“Fuckin’ Christ, sugar, you should’ve told us,” Cade growls.

“I didn’t trust you. I didn’t trust anyone. I was just going to run…”

“He would have found you,” Jackson says. “Cade’s right, you should’ve told us. We can protect you, Addison.”

“I know that now,” I say softly. “But I didn’t then.”

“Well, we have a fairly big problem on our hands now,” Jackson says, standing. “We got an angry pimp who seems determined to get hold of you.”

“What’re you going to do?” I ask.

Jackson turns to me. “I’m going to track him down, then I’m going to blow his fuckin’ brains out.”

My entire body jerks.

“You’ll go to jail,” I say, hearing the panic in my voice.

“No, he won’t, sugar. No one fucks with bikers.”

I turn to Cade. “He’s not a nice man.”

Cade grins, stands and leans over the table. “Let me tell you somethin’, sugar. Neither are we…”

I rub my fingers together, nervously. “What do we do now?”

Jackson gives me a determined look. “You stay at the compound during the day, at night, you’re to have one of us with you at all times.”

“Agreed,” Cade nods.

Are they serious? Oh no, no freaking way. I’ve spent my life with chains on. I’m not going to do it again. Jasper doesn’t scare me, and I will
not
be imprisoned while these guys overreact.

“No,” I say, crossing my arms.

Both men turn to stare at me. “’Scuse me?” Cade says, his eyes flaring with anger.

“You heard me. I said, no. I’m not going to sit in this house, day in, day out, and spend all my spare time at the compound because of Jasper. He doesn’t scare me and I won’t live my life like that again. I ran away to be free, not to be held down again.”

“Do you have any fuckin’ idea how much time this pimp is putting into finding you?” Jackson hisses.

“I blew his dick off,” I mutter. “Of course I know how much time he’s putting into finding me.”

“You ain’t gettin’ a say so in this, sugar,” Cade says, his voice heavy with anger and frustration. “You
will
be doin’ as you’re told.”

I slide my chair back, and walk towards the door. “You can’t stop me. I can be careful. What I can’t be is a prisoner.”

“You fuckin’ walk out that door, I’ll make you wish you didn’t,” Cade warns.

“Whatever, biker,” I snap.

“Addison, you best fuckin’ do as he asks,” Jackson growls.

I spin around glaring at both of them. “What are you going to do, tie me up?”

They both look at each other, and nod. Cade stands, stalking towards me. I throw my hands up.

“Cade, I swear to fucking God, if you try and stop me…”

He steps forward, leans down and lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. I scream, pummeling my fists into his back.

“You asshole!”

“You think I’m fuckin’ jokin’ when it comes to your safety?” he growls, turns and walks towards the stairs. “Well, I’m fuckin’ not. You’re not goin’ to walk out this door, sugar. End of fuckin’ story.”

“You can’t do this!” I protest, pummeling my fists over and over on his back.

“Ah, yeah, sugar, I can and I am.”

When he reaches the top of the stairs, he turns and begins heading toward my room.

“I can take care of myself,” I growl.

“That’s good to know, still ain’t changin’ my fuckin’ mind.”

“CADE!”

He walks into my room, and drops me on the bed.

“You fuckin’ leave this house, sugar, and it won’t be pretty.”

“You…asshole!”

He grins at me. “Said that already babe. Now, get some sleep yeah?”

With a smirk, he turns and walks back towards the door. When he reaches it, he gives me one last glance.

“Oh and sugar? Try to escape, I’ll put my hand on your ass.”

Then he’s gone. Fucking wanker.

I brood for a good hour, before deciding that I don’t care what they said, I’m going to do what I want. Jasper doesn’t frighten me, I’ve lived years with him. I walk over to the old window, and peer out of it. I can see that I could easily climb down. Quietly, though? I don’t know. I slide the window up, and I can hear Cade and Jackson talking downstairs. My heart hammers as I climb out, gripping the large drain-pipe beside my window. I hope this sucker doesn’t break. Using all the skills I learned over the years, when having to get out of tricky places, I latch on and begin slowly lowering myself down. It takes me a good fifteen minutes to get to the bottom, and by the time I get there, I’m shaking.

That will teach them to lock me away.

I lived long enough like that.

I sure as shit won’t be doing it again.

~*CHAPTER 14*~

PRESENT

“Another beer,” I yell at the bartender.

After much debate, I decide the bar is the best place to go. I’m not going to the compound, and I’m certainly not going to Cade’s place. I figure the bar is a good choice. I need a break and I need to breathe, just for a moment. I know at this point Jasper doesn’t know where I am. I’m safe for tonight. The bar I’m in is your typical biker bar. Most of the people in here are undesirable, but that’s fine by me. I’m not here to start any fights. I’m just here to take a break. It’s nice to be served for once, without having to do anything to earn it.

“Here ya go, girly,” the old, burly bartender smiles.

“Thanks,” I return the smile then spin around on my chair and watch the room.

Most people are sitting, making out, smoking, doing all the usual things. Some are playing pool on the old, well-worn pool table in the corner. A few are on the dance floor, wiggling and singing to the music. I lean back and sip my beer, and that’s when I see them. I didn’t notice them before, so they must have only just come in. It’s Spike and a few of his club members. Most people are giving them a wide berth, and it doesn’t surprise me considering how intimidating they look. They certainly aren’t a group you would pick on. I take another swig of me beer, and watch as Spike lays his eyes on me. He grins, and it’s wide and proud. He stands, sauntering through the crowd until he stops in front of me.

“Well, precious, you’re the last person I thought I’d see here. Where’s your bodyguard?”

I shrug, putting the beer down. The alcohol has hit my head now, and I am feeling relaxed and completely content.

“He doesn’t own me.”

Spike smirks. “Messin’ with Cade ain’t a wise idea.”

I return his grin and stand. “Could say the same about myself.”

I walk out onto the dance floor, and shove through the people until I find my own dancing spot. Then I begin dancing, throwing my hands in the air and wiggling my hips. Spike shoves through the crowd, stopping in front of me and tilting his head to the side.

“You ain’t like anythin’ I’ve ever seen. You had your life threatened today, and here you are dancin’ like it don’t matter,” he says.

I smile at him. “I’ve had far worse than what you delivered to me tonight. I move on. I survive. This here, it’s me surviving and doing what I have to do. Now, are you going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to dance with me?”

Spike grins, real big, then he reaches out and grips my hips. Girls nearby sigh as we begin to move. I know Cade will hate this. I know if he walked in right now, he would lose his shit. That’s the point though, I’m trying to prove that no one owns me. Cade sparks things deep inside me, things that make me want to spend every waking minute with him, but that’s just not enough for me to become the kind of girl that’s ordered around and made into some pathetic little housewife that does as she’s told. Yeah, that’s never going to happen.

So, letting everything go, I dance, twirl, sing, and am having the time of my life. Spike continues to grin at me. He knows exactly what I’m doing and he knows the exact moment that Cade walks in too, because his face lights up. Whatever went down between these two, Spike is getting a complete thrill over the fact that I’m dancing with him. I see Cade from the corner of my eye, and the look on his face is beyond dangerous. I don’t stop though. I just keep spinning around with Spike.

“I know exactly what you’re doin’, precious, but I’m goin’ to step away now ‘coz Cade’s givin’ you that look,” Spike says to me, just after he’s twirled me out and back in again.

“What look?” I ask, spinning and pressing my back to his chest.

“The look that says if I don’t get my hands off you in three seconds, I’ll be a bloody heap on the ground. So, I’m out,” he says, letting me go. “Don’t forget my money. I don’t want to have to tell that sleaze ball where you are, but I will.”

Then he disappears through the crowd. Before I can take another step, I feel firm hands wrap around my arms and spin me around. Cade is standing in front of me, looking so completely fuckable. He’s gorgeous when he’s mad. His green eyes almost go blue. His jaw clenches and his entire body becomes a stiff, rigid board.

“You dirty dance,” he growls, leaning down to my ear. “It’s with
me
.”

I open my mouth to argue with him, but he slams his mouth down over mine so hard I taste blood. He slides a hand down my arm and then he curls it around my hip, pulling me close. He kisses me until I’m panting and my head is spinning. I’m wet for him, and God, aching to have him inside me. Something about his dominance makes me crave him.