Seize Me (15 page)

I toss my phone down.

“You dumbass bitch,” I scream standing up. “Don’t you realize what you just did?”

“I don’t give a fuck! That bitch got me kidnapped. She deserved to die for what she did. For fucks sakes, I’m just now able to pee without a fucking burn! I’m just now able to sit down without ripping my healing scar open! So fuck you,” she screams pointing her finger in my face. “If you think I just fucked things up for you, let me remind you of something. This happened to me… not you!”

The physical shit might’ve happened to her, but the mental shit happened to the both of us.

“Winter,” I growl.

“Don’t Winter me goddammit! I fucking hate you.” She fumes before turning around and rushing out of the room.

I turn to face my brothers who have a sympathetic look on their faces.

“Prez, she’s handling shit pretty well all things considered,” Smokey tries to lighten the air in the room.

“Yeah.” I agree. “It’s time to enlist Petra’s help with this fucking mess. Pyro, Smokey, Sniper, and ZZ, you’re riding with me. Phil, Walter, and Max go check on the family not staying on the compound. Samuel, Rob, James and Hammer, stay here and keep everything rolling. Call around and try to get some leads,” I say slamming the gavel down.

We roll up to Petra’s and climb off our ladies.

“Well fuck me. If it ain’t the prodigal son; where have you been hiding?” Petra walks out of his garage to greet us.

“Petra,” I greet back. “Sorry to roll up unannounced, but I need some help with club business.”

“Shit, really,” he says his accent thick.

“Yeah,” I answer back.

He motions to the garage and two women scatter into his house. “Well then follow me,” he says curiously.

We sit down in the garage while he lays out some lines. Petra’s really generous about loosening up. You never deny his Dust. We snort a few lines before getting down to business.

“So, what’s this help you need,” he says wiping his nose.

“Snake.”

“Shit… what did that snowball addict do now?” He sighs.

Snake’s always causing shit with Petra’s business. You would think the bastard would stop because Petra is his line to the product his club deals.

“He kidnapped my ol’ lady, raped her and then let his son who was a prospect of mine rape her too.”

“Man.” He sits back letting out a few Spanish words. “What do you need from me?”

And it’s that simple.

“I need you to make things difficult for Snake. I’m also trying to locate his son; the bastard fell off the grid. If you find him before we do, rough him up a bit, but leave it to my club for the rest of it. I should warn you though that when I’m done with Snake’s son, I’m going after Snake. You’re going to lose his business. I’ll work up a few extra pipelines for snowballs since we don’t deal with that shit to make up for it.”

Petra runs his thumb under his chin.

“Three new pipelines the same as the last one you supplied for dust will measure out my loss. We have a deal.” He stands,
and I do too. We shake on it, say our goodbyes, and climb back on our ladies.

The entire ride back I’m all giddy and shit. Things no doubt will run faster with the help of Petra’s connection. PP will be mine before too long. The compound gate opens,
and we ride on in. I back up my lady and throttle her down. When I climb off, I nod to my brothers and start heading inside until I spot Winter laying on the cement looking at the stars.

What the fuck?

“Angel,” I say as I walk up to her and look down.

“Hey baby,” she purrs drunkenly up at me.

Shit! I edge down next to her and rest my elbows on my knees. She’s killing me. She’s wearing a shirt that exposes the top half of her body and her fresh scar is staring at me in the face. Another fucking reminder I failed her.

“Where’d you run off too?” she asks.

I can’t tell her. Bringing that shit up just pisses her off. I don’t want another repeat of earlier tonight.

“Just club business.”

“Right,” she slurs while sitting up. “Always club business. I’m tired of being stuck here. I feel like I’m in fucking prison, Brax.”

I reach over, pick her up, and lay back with her right on top of me. I can smell the whiskey on her breath as she breathes just inches from my face. I search her glossy eyes for any feeling, and I can’t see one. I can’t find one fucking feeling coming from her. One week was all I got to feel like my entire body belonged to someone else. I don’t feel like that anymore. All the fucking bimbo’s in the world never made me feel the way she did in that first week. I want that back. I will get that shit back.

“Kiss me, baby,” I croak.

She smiles and although it’s not the smile I want to see, it’s still a smile. She leans down and presses her lips to mine. I groan against her mouth and nip at her bottom lip. Her mouth opens just enough for me to slip my tongue in. It’s fucking delicious. I roll her over gently laying her against the concrete,
and I hover over her and suck on her tongue. Angel wraps her arms around my neck and arches into me. Fuck that feels so good. I break from her tasty lips and start kissing down her delicate neck. When my tongue reaches the top of her collarbone, I rip open her shirt and kiss along her fresh scar. She cries out and wraps her legs around mine. This is the farthest we’ve been in over a month. I swirl my tongue around her right nipple and tease the left with my fingers. I’m so fucking hard it hurts. I drag my hand down her stomach and edge my fingers up her skirt. I rub on her swollen nub as I kiss all the way down, dragging my head to her core. She can’t take my cock yet, but she sure as shit can take my tongue.

“Brax,” she moans as her body tenses.

“Trust me, Angel.”

“Okay,” she breathes.

Shit yes!

I lap her slowly and carefully. I want to give her this. I need to give her this. I don’t dare fuck her with my fingers. She’s not ready for that yet. As I work her with my tongue, she writhes and shakes underneath me but never gets off. Finally, she gets pissed in her drunken state and cries, pushing me off her. I fall back on my hands as she takes off running into the clubhouse.

What the fuck just happened? I can’t even get my woman off with my tongue.

“God dammit,” I roar.

I can’t believe that just happened. I’m frigging damaged. I can’t even let the guy I’m seeing get me off. I just left him there in the middle of the compound on the ground while I ran off. I run through the clubhouse and up to his small apartment. I shrug out of my already open shirt, kick off my shoes, slide my skirt down, and jump into the shower. At first, I only turn the cold water on so that it will help sober me up. I’m a wreck. I just want at least half of my life back. The little bit of me that was sane is no longer there and I feel this darkness swooping around inside me like a lost bat in a cave. It just wants to find its way out. I’m not living much of a life and it’s slowly eating me alive.

I let the cold water blast me until I’m shivering. I reach up to turn on the hot water,
and I slide down the shower stall. Once I hit the bottom, I lay down on my side and curl up, letting the water spray my entire body as I quietly sob, my chest heaving up and down. The bedroom door opens,
and I hear Braxxon’s footsteps. He stops in the bathroom doorway with a bottle of jack hanging in his right hand. He takes one look at me and brings the bottle to his lips.

After cursing up a storm
,
I get up and walk back into the clubhouse. I head straight for the bar, snatch a bottle of jack, and make my way upstairs. I’m pissed,
and I don’t know why. All that makes sense is that I should check on her. I don’t know what else the fuck to do. But when I get to my bathroom,
and she’s lying on the bottom of the shower, it makes my heart constrict as her gold eyes seize me to a stop. I don’t understand how my feelings could be so deep rooted for her already,
and that pisses me off even more, so I tilt the bottle to my lips and gulp. She has no one to talk to. Lana blames herself,
and she just hides away in the slam room. I don’t know how to comfort a woman who was kidnapped and raped. I walk over to the shower, sit down on the floor next to it, and kick my feet up on the toilet. Right now, all I can do is be there for her. I lean my head against the wall and sigh before I turn it slightly to the right to peer at her. She looks so fucking sad.

When Braxxon sits down on the floor next to the shower
,
it makes my mind spin out of control. Why is he here? When his head turns to look at me, my heart almost stops. His gray eyes confused and lost. He’s out of his element,
and doesn’t know what to do. I don’t know what I need from him,
and he doesn’t know what he needs to give me. We’re a screwed up pair. I mean hell, we barely know one another, and we’re already going through something that most couples wouldn’t survive. Especially new couples that just started seeing each other. I take one of my wet hands and wipe the water from my eyes. I guess there’s no better time than the present to learn things about one another.

“What was Christina to you and Sniper?”

It might seem like an odd question considering I killed her, but there’s something there. Something I’m missing.

He sucks in a breath and releases it.

“There have only been three women in my life that ever meant something to me. She was one of them for a while,” he answers and takes another drink.