OWNED PART II: BLAZING DEVILS MC

OWNED II: BLAZING DEVILS MC

BY
ALEXA RYNN

OWNED II: BLAZING DEVILS MC

BY
ALEXA RYNN

Copyright 2016 Alexa Rynn, all rights
reserved.

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part of this work may be reproduced without written consent of the author. This
book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead,
is entirely coincidental.

This book is for a mature audience only
due to strong language and strong sexual conduct.

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PART ONE

KATHERYN

I couldn’t believe
I’d had my stepbrother’s dick in my mouth the night before. Or should I say
earlier that morning. I had no idea what came over me, but it just felt right.
It just felt like it what was I was supposed to do in that moment. I knew it
might have been a bad idea but I couldn’t help it. More shockingly, I didn’t
care. In fact, I had liked it. I had liked it a lot.

If I was being
honest with myself I had wanted to do it for a while.

I loved all my
stepbrothers. I really did, no matter what anyone else said about them on the
streets, they had always been kind to me. They had always protected me. But it
had always been different with Danger than with Link or Trigger. It had been
ever since the day I met them.

I had thought at
first that it was because Danger was the only one of them that I actually lived
with but as the years went on I realized it was way more than that. I connected
with him more than anyone else. I felt the most comfortable and safe with him.

And that’s what I
was thinking about when I took a shower later on that morning, how comfortable
I was with Danger. How I felt safe whenever he was near me. Sure, he drove me
crazy but he also made me happy. It was crazy to me how just one argument with
him could change my whole mood and put me on edge with everyone around me for
the entire day until we made up.

I knew that what I
was feeling for him wasn’t how someone would normally feel about his or her
stepbrother, but I chose to ignore that fact most of the time. I didn’t care
what people said about him or my brothers or the illegal activity they were or
weren’t involved in, all I cared about was how I felt when I was with Danger.

And I felt safe.

And that was why I
decided that I wanted him to take my virginity.

Danger had been
gone when I woke up in the morning and he still wasn’t home by late afternoon.
I glanced at the clock. 3:00 in the afternoon, where the hell was he? I had
called him a few times but had gotten no answer. I suspected he was busy
handling business after the shooting at the club last night, but still, I was
starting to grow anxious.

What made it even
worse was that I had no one to talk to about what was going on. I couldn’t
trust any of my girls with the fact that I had given Danger head last night.
That would be good gossip if it was about any guy, throw in the fact that it
was a Ford brother and it would be all over the neighborhood in no time.
Especially since he was my stepbrother. Danger would be so pissed at me and it
would probably cause a huge fight.

But still, it was
starting to drive me crazy. Just sitting alone with my own thoughts while I
debated back and forth the ways I could let Danger know that I wanted him to be
the first guy I ever had sex with.

The door to our
apartment swung open and Danger strolled in looking just as sexy as last night.
He was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a red t-shirt that showed off his
toned arms, matching red boots appear on his feet. He had a fresh cut, telling
me he must have gone to the barber earlier that day.

Going to the
barber didn’t seem like handling business, and it definitely didn’t seem like a
good enough reason to not text or call me back all day long. Something I
couldn’t read came into his eyes when he saw me.

I kept my eyes on
him, not able to look away.

All I could think
about was that morning and how good he tasted. How much I wanted to do it
again. I felt my body start to heat up at just the thought. If he felt the
same, he did a good job of not showing it.

“Hey,” he said,
tearing his eyes away from me and heading into the kitchen.

“Where have you
been all day?” I asked, following him into the other room.

His head was in
the fridge by then and he emerged a second later with a carton of milk. “Busy.”

“Busy doing what?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, annoyed at his lack of detail.

Danger ignores me,
taking a bowl out of the dish drying rack and pulling a box of cereal down off
the fridge, he poured himself a heaping bowl.

“Busy doing what?”
I demanded again.

“Handling my
business.” He sat down at the table and started eating.

“Is that why you
couldn’t call or text me back all day?”

Danger shrugged,
chewing his food slowly. “I didn’t realize you had called.”

“You’re such a
liar!”

Danger rolled his
eyes. “I’m really not in the mood to fight with you, Kat, I have enough on my
mind without you nagging me every two seconds. Damn, let a brother eat in
peace.”

“Tell me what you
were doing!” I demanded, choosing to be a brat. He never told me anything that
I wanted to know about where the hell he was. It was both ridiculous and corny.
He pretty much knew where I was every hour of every day and I never knew where
the hell he was.

Danger ignored me,
taking his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through the screen. Oh, sure,
now he could be on his phone. He kept chewing away on his cereal, acting like I
wasn’t standing right in front of him giving him nasty looks.

“I’ve decided
you’re going to take my virginity,” I announced.

Danger spit out a
mouthful of cereal all over the table. “God damn, Kat. What the fuck is wrong
with you?” He got up from the table and pushed past me, heading toward him
room.

“That’s what I
want!” I yelled, chasing after him.

“You sound like a
crazy bitch right now, you need to calm down.”

I waited until he
was inside of his room and facing me to answer. “That’s what I want, Danger.” I
pronounced each word slowly, trying to get my point across to him of just how
serious I was.

“I don’t care what
you want, I care about what’s going to happen and that sure is hell is not
going to happen,” he paused and then added, “ever,” to the end of his sentence.
He looked stressed out; like his mind was about to explode at any moment.

“I want it to be
you, I feel comfortable with you,” I pleaded. I felt like I was begging and I
hated myself for it, but I couldn’t really help it. This was what he did to me.
He made me feel vulnerable and needy, like a little girl again. I hated it but
I couldn’t control it.

His face softened
and something I couldn’t place crept into his eyes. “I feel you, I do. But Kat,
what happened last night shouldn’t have. It was wrong and it’s not something we
can ever do again.”

I felt myself
start to shake a little but forced myself to keep my body in control. “But I
want to do it again.”

Danger sighed
loudly, the sympathy that was just on his face a second ago gone now. “Well,
it’s not up to you. It takes two people and I’m telling you that nothing like
that is ever going to happen again.”

“But I-“

“EVER,” he cut me
off in a short tone. The tone he used with his brothers when they tried to
question something he said. I found myself starting to grow angry at the way he
was dismissing me. Like I was some child who had no say in what we do or what
was going to happen in the future. Why did he have to be such an asshole?

“Fine,” I crossed
my arms over my chest, “then don’t talk to me.”

Danger laughed
loudly. “You don’t want to talk to me because I won’t hook up with you? That’s
the most fucked up thing I ever heard.”

“That’s the most
fucked up thing you ever heard?” I challenged him. “I doubt it.” I was
borderline questioning the sketchy business activity that him and the rest of
the club were involved in. It was a low blow and I knew it but I didn’t care.
He hated when I asked any questions about what went on once he left the house.
He hated when I asked any questions at all about him and my stepbrothers but,
like I said, I didn’t care at that point. What should I have been? If he wasn’t
worried about upsetting me why should I have been worried about upsetting him?

Anger flashed
through his eyes. “You’re being a baby, Kat. And you wonder why I still treat
you like a child. This is exactly why right here.”

“Let me know if
you change your mind; until then don’t bother talking to me,” I snapped. And
then I left his room, slamming the door shut behind me. I stood in the hallway
for a minute or two, waiting for him to chase after me but he never came. After
a few more seconds of throwing my tantrum, I sighed and tiptoed back toward my
room, shutting the door behind me.

I held back the
tears that were forming behind my eyes, reminding myself that crying wouldn’t
help the situation. How could someone so annoying drive me so fucking crazy?
Crazy as in I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him no matter how hard I
tried.

I needed a new
plan and fast.

***

I banged on the
door of my stepbrother’s condo just outside of town and the door swung open
before I could even put my hand back down at my side. Trigger was shirtless,
his face unshaven, and his eyes bloodshot.

“Rough night?” I
asked, already knowing the answer. Any night that my brothers were involved in
a shooting was a rough night. I doubted they were the types to celebrate the
success of a murder plot working out.

“Kat?” he asked,
he looked confused by my presence and a little disappointed.

“Expecting someone
else?” I asked, curiosity taking over.

He cleared his
throat loudly then shook his head. “No, no, not at all. Come in.” He took a
step back and I followed him inside. Trigger could supposedly afford this place
thanks to money from the restaurant that the three of them had purchased
together five years ago. Trigger had been put on the title as soon as he turned
18 earlier this year. I had always suspected this place had less to do with the
restaurant and more to do with The Blazing Devils and all their illegal
activity.

It was way nicer
than anything else in our neighborhood and way nicer than any 18-year-old boy
should have. Too much freedom if you asked me. But what did I know? I always
heard Link and Danger talking about how Trigger needed to grow up, though, so
allowing him to live all alone in a luxury condo seemed like an awful idea to
me.

It looked like
your typical bachelor pad. Huge plasma screen on the wall hooked up to about
three different gaming systems. Huge leather chairs and sofas sat against the
walls and a small table in the dining room. It was nice. I would crash here
sometimes if I was coming home late from somewhere and didn’t want to travel
all the way across town.

“Sit, sit,” he told
me. He grabbed a shirt off one of the chairs in the dining room and pulled it
over his head. He looked just like Danger, only a little younger and with fewer
tattoos. I had never looked at him the way I looked at Danger, though. Probably
because Trigger and me had been in the same grade and pretty much grew up
together. He really did feel like my brother.

“You want coffee
or something?” Trigger said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked like
he hadn’t slept in days, tired and worn out from whatever the hell he was going
through behind closed doors.

I smiled at how
well he knew me. Back in high school, he used to bring me coffee every morning
at school. It was so weird seeing big bad Trigger Ford walking through the
halls with a coffee in his hand for his baby sister, but Trigger never seemed
to mind. Caring what people thought was always the last thing on any of the
Ford brother’s minds.

I held up the
steaming hot liquid that was in my hand. “Got some.”

 
Trigger looked at it. “Oh, right. My bad.
I’m a little out of it this morning.”

“I noticed,” I
told him. “Anything I can help with?”

He shook his head.
“Na, forget it. It’s no big deal.”

I shrugged and
took a sip out of my coffee. I knew better than to push Trigger. If he wanted
to speak on something he would. Forcing him into it just made him more hostile
and pissed off. Just like his brothers.

He flopped his
muscular body down on the couch next to me. “So, what brings you to my neck of
the woods, kid? Just in the neighborhood?”

I hated how even Trigger
called me a kid when we were the same age, but I had stopped trying to get him
to stop doing it a long time ago. It seemed like the more he knew I hated it
the more he enjoyed saying it.

“Not exactly,” I
admitted. “I kind of need advice.”

“So you decided to
come to your smartest brother? Makes sense.”

I laughed and
shoved him to the other side of the couch.

He grinned back at
me. “Na, for real, what’s good?”

I paused, knowing
I need to proceed carefully. If I went about it the wrong way Trigger would
call his brothers right away and they would all be in my business, asking
questions. That wouldn’t go over well with any of them, especially Danger. If
he thought I was going to tell anyone about what had happened between the two
of us he would never forgive me.

“Well… there’s
this boy…”

Trigger crossed
his arms over his chest and grew stone-faced. “What boy? What’s his name?”

I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not telling you his name.”

“You don’t need to
be worrying about none of these little ass boys out here. If Danger or Link
knew you were fucking around with some little prick they would flip out.”

“I’m not fucking
around with anyone! That’s the problem!”

Trigger raised his
eyebrows at me.

“Trigger,” I
paused, trying to think of the best way to stroke his ego. “I came to you
because you’re the most reasonable and understanding. I knew you wouldn’t flip
out or judge me. So, can you just try to be cool here? Please?”

Trigger studied me
for a second then ran his hand over his tan and smooth lips. “Of course, I can
be cool, Kat. I’m the cool brother. I can be cool.” He leaned back, propping
his muscular biker arms on the back of the couch. “Tell me what’s on your
mind.”