AveryI woke with the most glorious of aches between my legs. I felt like I had been thoroughly used. Thoroughly and obscenely used, I grinned. My hand reaching across the narrow mattress for him. After last night I was more than eager for round two.Or maybe it was round three. I had kind of lost track What with all the orgasms.My hand came up empty. The sheets that were tangled around me were empty. Empty and cold.Ruin wasn’t in bed with me. He hadn’t been in bed with me for a while.“Son of a bitch.” Humiliation heated my cheeks as I sat up, scrambling to find my discarded clothes where they had been strewn across the floor in our haste to get as naked as possible as quickly as possible.Had he left without a word because that’s what I had done all those years ago? Or was I just being paranoid? I knew it was more than likely the latter, I just couldn’t help it. My brain always went to the worst possible outcome. It was only then that I heard it. An incessant buzzing sound. My ph
Ruin“Hello?” Brown eyes lifted to mine and the first thing I noticed was how similar to Averys her eyes were. And it wasn’t just her eyes either. The brown hair, although shorter was the exact same shade. She was dressed casually, a baggy T-shirt over yoga pants. But it wasn’t her casual outfit or the fact that she looked so much like Avery that took me by surprise. It was the bewilderment on her face as she looked up at me. Like she was confused to see three huge bikers on her doorstep on a Sunday afternoon. “Can I help you?”“You’re Sandra Briel?” Uncertain I threw a glance behind me, meeting Wickeds puzzled expression with one of my own. If this was the wrong house, it would mean we had lost hours. Not only that but we would have traumatised the poor woman in front of us.“Yes…” Her eyes darted to Wicked and then skirted behind him to Truth who hovered by the bikes and her face paled. “Is there something wrong?”She wasn’t acting like I expected her to act. Why wasn’t she thro
Colton -Then“Get out of bed you lazy fuck.” I came too slowly, my eyes only popping open when a large hand slapped my naked ass. It wasn’t Ava’s hand. The realisation made me bolt upright in the bed, scrambling to pull the sheets up. Not to cover my modest, I didn’t give a fuck about that but to cover her.I doubted she would want to be ogled by a bunch of rowdy bikers who had no doubt just finished partying.The bed next to me was empty. The room wasn’t empty, it was full of my brothers mulling around stinking of liquor and weed. But Ava was nowhere. Absolutely fucking nowhere.My eyes drifted towards the door of the bathroom. I could hear water from behind the closed door and a sigh of relief left my lips as I headed towards it as naked as the day I was born.“Will you lots piss off and….” I was about to tell them I wanted more time with Ava when the door opened. It wasn’t Ava that walked out of the small bathroom though. It was my closest friend. Who since he had patched in w
RuinShe was gone, and she hadn’t even put up a fight. Her room was exactly the same as when I had left it. Her dirty clothes strewn across the floor. The bedsheets in disarray. Lifting the pillow to my face I sucked in a breath. It still smelt like her. How was it possible that she could be everywhere, like a damn ghost haunting the home of her childhood? And yet be nowhere at all.Avery was gone. The only thing that was out of place in the entire house was the bleeding old man I had left in a crumpled heap in the living room.Cutter. I had trusted him to keep her safe. Because I had known… I HAD KNOWN SHE WAS IN DANGER. I hadn’t known where it would could from but I should have followed my gut and stayed with her. My instincts had told me to, and they were rarely wrong. I always followed my instincts which was why I was sergeant at arms. A position I had been given on my own merit and not because my father was President. Everyone knew I was the real brains behind the Black Aces a
Avery“Here?” I couldn’t keep the scepticism from my voice as Dean pulled the car up in front of the most decrepit bar I had ever seen. It made Cooks look like an upscale wine bar.“Yeah.” My husband didn’t look at me, instead staring straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.Was he nervous about seeing his crazy ass lover? Or was it something else? Either way, the stony way he was staring straight ahead was making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.“Dean?” What the hell was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he moving, storming in there and getting Parker back from the bitch who took him? “Yes, Ava?” Finally, he flicked his eyes to me. But it was like he didn’t really see me. “Does she really want to meet you here, it looks like a biker bar but one that hasn’t been looked after for a long time.”“It used to be a biker bar I think, now….” He shook himself. “It doesn’t matter now. This is how you will get Parker back. Or do you need to
Ruin“Where the hell is she?” I screamed it in Truths face. I didn’t care that none of this was his fault. Same as he didn’t care that I was shouting right into his face.It had been hours, and with every passing second, a pit of dread was opening in my stomach, threatening to swallow me whole. The longer she was gone the more it grew. Avery was in trouble I knew it. And where was I? Kicking my heels in the clubhouse when I should be out looking for her. I wasn’t used to sitting back and let others do the work for me.It was killing me.“We will find her, Ruin we will. You don’t even know for sure something is wrong.”But I did know, same as I knew that if she was hurt, I would never forgive myself for letting her down again, even if she forgave me.“I know, I know that son of a bitch Dean is hurting her.” “Dad’s hurting my mum?” Parker sounded small, like a lost boy. Whirling I held my hands out to him. I hadn’t even realised they were back. “Parker.” I took a step forward, I hadn’
AveryIt smelt funny, wrong somehow even half asleep it made me want to gag. And the bed I was laying on felt wrong. Hard and lumpy. It made even my bed back at my fathers feel like it was made from a cloud.My eyes fluttered open, and the dim light sent a wave of white-hot pain through my head. That’s when it came back to me.It was all wrong because I wasn’t at home, or at my father’s. I was in a bar and my asshole of an ex-husband had punched me in the face. It came back to me in a rush, everything that had happened.That son of a bitch, groaning I forced myself to sit upright. Glancing around me. No wonder it felt like a plank of wood was under me, it wasn’t a bed at all. It was a table. A long table. With what looked like chains at either end.Now, why would a table need chains, unless? I swung my legs off the table, and they dangled, swinging wildly as white-hot pain speared my brain again.That son of a bitch had knocked me out. He had closed his fist and sucker punched me.
RuinThe waiting was killing me. She was in there. And that son of a bitch was doing god knows what to her. Maybe not even just him.He was charging for the privilege of hurting my woman. Charging them, it made my blood boil.Waiting had never been something I was good at but Truth had been right. We couldn’t go in there all guns blazing. There was no way of knowing exactly how many men were in there or whether they were armed. I couldn’t save Avery with a bullet in my head.I had to wait for Truths signal. How he had even managed to get inside was anyone’s guess. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know. What I did want was Avery. Out of there and in my arms. “Wh….” I snapped my mouth shut as Wicked held up a hand, silencing me. His eyebrows pinched together in concentration.“Shut up I’m trying to listen.”Listen to what? Truth had said he would signal us but hadn’t gone into detail. Maybe that’s what Wicked was listening for. Some kind of signal.“Now.” Wicked moved with more speed tha