Stain (King's Harlots MC Book 2) (30 page)

“I’m pulling you off the mission.” Angel pushed to his feet, pacing back and forth. “We’ll find another way. I’m not losing you to the likes of those bastards.”

There was no way. I stared after him. “I can—”

“No,” Angel snapped, his voice final. “There is no argument. If you stay in, we do it together.” He cupped the back of my neck. “I will see to it that you still have a good career. It will fucking suck not fighting by your side, but your health is more important to me. There’s no point fighting for my country when I can’t fight for you.”

My eyes burned, a lump forming in the back of my throat.

“Fuck, man,” Dale sniffed. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“Asshole.” Stone smacked him across the head.

“Fucktwad.”

I laughed, which more came out like a sob. Dropping my head in my hands, I let it out. All of it. Every single fucking emotion I was scared to feel over the years. Love. Hate. Fear. The one I craved was the one that threatened to destroy me. Control.
God, I was never in control.

“We’re here, brother,” Angel squeezed my neck. “Always.”

And this coming from the guy who had no idea how to love in the beginning. Now he was telling me how to feel. The roles were reversed. I made a mental note to thank that girlfriend of his.

The calloused hand that belonged to Angel was soon replaced by a soft and gentle touch. I looked up, meeting Meeka’s watery gaze.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” I ground out.

Meeka had told us that Charles called her cell. The fucker wouldn’t give up.

Angel and the guys left the kitchen to make some calls. Meeka and I were no longer allowed to go to Charles place alone no matter what he had threatened.

Meeka slid onto my lap, running her hands under my shirt.

My eyes fluttered closed at the love pouring from her finger tips. I always craved her touch. It calmed me. Even back in the day when it would only be a hug, it meant more to me than she’d ever begin to understand.

Her hands trailed down to my abs, her fingers brushing over the hem of my sweatpants. It had been a couple of hours since my break down but we both knew that now was not the right time for sex.

“Let me know when you are ready, and I’ll make all of your nightmares go away.” She chewed her bottom lip. “Even if it’s just for a moment.”

***

The next day, I woke up from a nightmare to the constant ringing of my damn phone. I put it on silent and watched the screen light up every couple of minutes. Charles was adamant on speaking with me, but as per Angel’s orders, I didn’t answer the phone. Coby, Stone, and Dale had gone out to Charles’ place last night thanks to tracking my phone weeks before. Charles wasn’t stupid. He wanted my phone tracked. It was why he never took it from me when his security originally searched my pockets.

Flipping my phone, I exhaled a heavy breath and sat back in the plush chair.

Meeka stirred, sitting up in bed and frowned when she caught me staring at her. “Come back to bed.” She yawned. The white sheet fell to her waist, revealing her pale skin.

My nostrils flared, a searing heat shooting straight to my groin. Her rosy nipples hardened in the cool air, the draft rolling in from the open window.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, sliding out of bed.

Rising to my feet, I charged for her and pushed her back on the bed. For the next couple of hours, I took control. I gave her what she needed and what she craved, taking what I wanted in return.

Her moans of pleasure and screams of desire were everything I craved. Everything I lived for.

“I love you, Hummingbird.” I kissed her softly on the mouth while our bodies stayed connected. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I know. God, I know. Because I feel it too.”

I made love to her for hours. Feasting on her body like it was the food for my soul, I didn’t come up for breath until late that evening.

I kissed her forehead. “We have to head to the club.”

She stirred, groaning, and shoved her arms under the pillow. “Just a little more.”

I chuckled, pulling the covers off of her naked body. She didn’t even flinch. “Come on. I’m not leaving here knowing you’re naked in my bed.”

“Then stay with me,” she pouted.

“Angel and Jay need to meet with us. She has some information on Tyler.” I wasn’t sure what it was, but by the panic in Angel’s voice when he called earlier, it couldn’t be good.

“Fine.” Meeka yawned and pulled herself from the bed.

My cock stirred at the naked beauty before me, but it would have to wait.

Charles had spent the last week trying to get a hold of me. He would be pissed if we ever came face to face again but according to Angel, that would never happen. I was confused as fuck. I was a Navy SEAL working undercover trying to bring down a sex slave ring. I needed a fucking raise.

Meeka got dressed and let out a sigh. “I’m ready.”

I stared at her. She wore grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and those slippers that women wore as shoes were on her feet. I would never understand why someone would pay hundreds of dollars for slippers.

“Asher?”

I cleared my throat, the back of my neck heating at being caught staring at her.

“Were you staring at me?”

“Yes.” I closed the distance between us and kissed her hard on the mouth. “You’re so damn beautiful when you’re not trying.”

“Thank you.” Her hands tugged at my belt.

“What are you doing?” My mouth moved down the length of her jaw.

“I’m stressed. I’m horny as fuck and I need your cock inside me.”

I coughed. “Well, then.” I shoved her back on the bed and flipped her onto her stomach. “I think I can accommodate your request one last time.”

***

(Meeka)

He filled me. Utterly and completely. Every time I breathed, all I could feel was him. He moved above me, pinning me against the edge of the bed. Something hadn’t sat well with me. I let Asher think it was because I was tired but really, I was so damn tense, I needed him to fuck it out of me.

Asher’s grunts filled my ears. His hands squeezed and massaged my body. His thick length slid in and out of me in rough powerful thrusts. He was everything I needed.

We jumped over the edge together, our names melting together as one.

“I love you,” his words whispered across my skin.

After we cleaned up, we headed outside and stopped in front of my bike.

He grinned. “I still need to fuck you on this.”

“You will.” I winked. Tilting my chin, I tapped my mouth.

His grin grew. Placing a soft kiss on my lips, he smacked my rear. “Drive safe, Hummingbird.”

I giggled. “Always. With this powerful machine roaring between my legs, I have no choice but to be safe.”

“Fuck.” He adjusted himself, shaking his head. Walking toward his truck, he called out over his shoulder, “I will punish you for that image you put in my brain.”

My heart fluttered. “I look forward to it.”

***

I didn’t ride my bike as often as I would like. Although it was my only way of transportation, being in a small town, most places were within walking distance. A lot of times, the bikes became a necessity to prove power. King’s Harlots were still struggling trying to make a name for themselves. After the beat down Jay and Brogan gave to that guy, I had a feeling that respect would be earned. Even if it would be the hard way.

Asher’s truck was a couple car lengths ahead of me. I smiled to myself, knowing he was looking at me as often as he could in the rear view mirror.

I gave him a wave, and I swore I could see him straighten a little. It felt like a lifetime since he broke down in front of us. His brothers had been supportive and Angel came through on his promise. Asher would start his new position in a month. He wasn’t happy about it but his mental wellbeing was more important to me. To all of us.

Lost in my own thoughts, I missed the turn off to the street the club was on. Normally, I could drive to it blindfolded, but with everything that had been going on, I was distracted.

Turning around, I headed back to my turn off when I saw a car flipped over onto its hood. No. Another look and I realized it was a truck. A black truck. My heart started racing.

Asher
. There were tons of black trucks in the area. Weren’t there?

I slowed down to a stop, shut off my bike, and pulled off my helmet. Placing it on the seat, I made my way to the crash. No smoke was coming from the truck, but the gas tank was leaking. Sparks from the destruction were landing only inches away from the liquid. Where was the body?

Searching around the debris, I heard a cough and some curses. My stomach dropped to my feet. “Asher.” I ran to the driver side.

“Meeka,” he coughed again. “Get out of here.”

“No, I’m not leaving you.” I pulled at the door, attempting to get it open but it wouldn’t budge.

“Get out of here,” he rasped. “Please.”

“The gas tank is leaking.” I did everything I could to search. “I don’t know what to do,” I sobbed.

“Meeka,” he coughed, struggling to undo the seatbelt and get to safety. But he couldn’t. Blood seeped from a wound in his head. Scratches and cuts marred his skin. He was favoring his right arm, wincing every time he moved it. “I think my arm is broken.
Fuck
.”

I called Angel. No answer. I called Coby. Then Dale. Stone. My sisters. No fucking answer. Memories of Jay trying to get a hold of us months ago slid into my mind. She couldn’t get through to us, either, when she needed help. We couldn’t understand why. Brogan’s step brother, Greyson, said someone hacked the phones. I had a moment of déjà vu.

“I can’t get through to anyone.” I jumped when a spark landed near my foot. So fucking close to the gas.

“Shit.” He pushed against the door, grimacing and cursing out a breath when it wouldn’t budge.

I didn’t know what to do. I could go get help, but I didn’t want to leave him. “I’m calling the police.” I dialed 911 and gave the information needed to the dispatcher.

Grabbing hold of the door handle, I tugged and pulled. Using all of my strength I could muster, the door finally creaked open, but Asher was still stuck.

“Please, baby. Just leave,” he said between curses.

“I am not leaving you.” Reaching around him, I struggled to unlock the seatbelt, but it wouldn’t budge. “Shit. Come on,” I cried, sending up a silent prayer. Please let me get him out.

“The police should be here by now.”

“There should be a knife in the glove box,” Asher told me. “I can’t reach with my arm.”

A sense of relief washed over me. I crawled across him and opened the compartment, thankful when I saw the blade shining in the moonlight. “It’s here.” I cut the strap of the seat belt.

He fell forward, grunting when his arm hit the steering wheel. “Move back.”

I left the space, helping him as much as I could to get out of the truck.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this romantic?”

We paused, staring at each other when we heard the deep voice coming from behind us. His gaze slid over my head, darkening with a hate I had never seen before in him.

“You fucking did this,” he growled.

“Nah,” Charles corrected. “My boys did. I’m not one to get my hands dirty.”

“That’s right. I forgot.” Asher pushed forward, crawling out of the rubble as best he could with one good arm. “It takes a real man to do his own dirty work.”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to talk right now.” Charles crouched beside us, snapping his fingers. “Get him out of here.”

“What?” I cried. “No. He needs to go to the hospital.”

Charles spun on me, grabbing my arm and dug his fingers into the muscle.

I whimpered, struggling against his rough hold. “Please.”

“You think after all of this, I’m going to let you go? Are you fucking stupid?” his eyes moved back and forth over my face. “You’re hot, but you’re not the brightest if you think I’m just going to walk away.”

Two large men came up beside me as Charles rose to his feet. He pulled me with him, wrapping his arm around my waist.

The men grabbed hold of Asher, tugging him out of the truck, not caring in the least about his arm. His jaw clenched, but other than that, no sound of pain left him.

“Please, let us go.” I pushed against Charles, freeing my arm and rushed to Asher’s side.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. “Do as he says,” he whispered. “Trust me. We will get out of this.”

A sob escaped me as arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from Asher.

“Say goodnight, Meeka.” Charles grinned.

Darkness and pain mixed as one, drowning me in a sea of black. The last thing I saw before it took over was the wide-eyed look of fear in Asher’s eyes. That was when I knew—we weren’t getting out of this anytime soon.