Anything For Love (2 page)

We headed towards Jett's car, Jett in front of
me, Jais behind me. I had to make a run for it. If I didn't, they would never
let me go home. I just didn't know how. Not with them blocking me. If I made a
run right now, either one of them could catch me.

As we walked, I noticed Jett was limping.
Maybe I’d be okay to run after all.

We got to the car and Jett got into the driver's
seat. Jais opened my door for me. Jett started his car and waited. Jais had me
trapped between him and the car. I looked at him.

“I’m sorry, Jais,” I said before punching him
in the nose and shoving him out of my way. I ran, hoping I hadn’t hurt him too
bad. I mean, I had punched him with my left hand, and as far as I knew I didn't
have much power behind that hand. I may be ambidextrous, but I was mainly
right-handed.

“Myka!” I heard Jett scream my name. “Please
don't go home!” I could hear anger, fear and sadness in his voice. Yet I didn't
stop or go back. I kept running.

I finally made it home, but I was so out of
breath, I collapsed on our front porch, wheezing. I have asthma and I'm a
smoker, so it was a great combination. I lay there on the porch, looking out
into the stars, thinking.

I punched Jais.

I couldn't believe that I had done that. I
regretted it and hoped that he would forgive me. Hell, I hoped Jett would
forgive me for running. Just then, the porch light came on and I looked up at
the screen door. Keegan looked out at me. I was surprised to see Keegan. He was
normally at Nici's on the weekends.

Keegan was about 5’ 9” tall, with short black
hair and eyes identical to Korbyn's. He was thinner than Korbyn and had quite a
few tattoos himself. Kee sings, writes music and plays guitar as well. As a
matter of fact, Keegan and Korbyn were in a popular band together. They were
usually out on the road, but they’d been lying low and writing new material for
the last four months.

“Myka?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. I
nodded. “Korbyn is out looking for you. What happened?” I chewed my bottom lip.

So Korbyn hadn't come home yet. I worried for
Jett's and Jais's safety and quickly text both of them to let them know that he
was still out there looking for me.

“I was at a club and Korbyn came in and
started a big brawl. He tried bringing me home, but Jais and Jett wouldn't let
him,” I started, shrugging. “He beat the shit out of Jett, but Jett beat the
shit out of him, too.” Keegan shook his head. “And he was drunk, Kee.”

“What?” Keegan was shocked. He helped me to my
feet and into the house that the three of us shared.

After he sat me down on the sofa, he went
through his secret stash of alcohol. He found a bottle of Jack Daniels missing.

“Shit.” Keegan turned back to me. “What’d you
do to him?” I looked at him open-mouthed. Keegan slowly approached me. “What
did you do, Myka? Are you fucking Jett? Or is it Jais?” I shook my head, my
eyes holding his. He took my chin into his right hand. “Tell me, Myka. What is
it?” I lifted my cast wrist.

“Do you see this?” I asked him, my voice firm,
but thick with tears. Keegan nodded. “Do you know how this happened?” Kee's
eyes studied me for a moment.

“You fell off of your horse,” he replied, softly,
but not confidently. I shook my head smirking.

“In all my years of riding, I have never
fallen off, Keegan. Besides, you've ridden Gollum. You know how safe and gentle
he is. I didn't fall off of Gollum,” I told him, my eyes burning into his. Keegan's
fingers tightened on my cheeks and jaw. I winced.

“What are you saying, Myka?” His eyes searched
mine, and I knew he had known all along. He just didn't want to admit it. “You
can’t tell me Korb...” His voice failed him.

“Korbyn broke my wrist, Keegan. Korbyn did
this.” Kee shook his head hard, squeezing my face even harder. I don't bruise
easily, but I knew I would have bruises from him.

“No!” He cried, shoving my face backwards so
hard that I fell onto the couch.

I sat there stunned, just looking at Keegan.
In all the time that I knew both of them, I had never realized that either of
them was violent. Must have been a family thing.

“Liar!” I felt something tickle my upper lip
and wiped under my nose. When I looked down at my hand I saw blood. Great, I
thought. Just what I needed was a bloody nose. Jett was going to go to town
with this.

“Korbyn broke my wrist, Keegan,” I repeated.
Keegan paced the living room, shaking his head. He stopped and looked at me.
Again, he approached me and stood right in front of me, looking into my eyes.

“Why would he, Myka?” Kee grilled me through
his teeth.  Why would he do that? Did you fuck someone else?” I shook my
head, looking at his feet. Grabbing my face again, he made me meet his glare.
“Tell me why.” I swallowed hard.

“I know his secret and I told Jett,” I told
him, trying my best to keep my voice strong.

“What secret?” Keegan asked me. I looked away.
I didn’t want to tell him. With what he’d already done to me, I didn’t know what
else he would do. He shook my face, bringing my eyes back to his, yet again. At
that moment, my phone went off, alerting me of a new text message. I went to
grab my phone from the couch next to me, but Keegan grabbed it and threw it
across the room. My phone hit the wall and fell in pieces. I glared at him,
outraged.

“You bastard!” I cried.

“What secret, Myka?” He repeated, shaking my
face yet again. I grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from my face.

Keegan grabbed both of my wrists and slammed
them against the back of the couch, crushing my broken wrist, beneath the cast.

“Goddammit, Myka! What secret?” I squirmed
underneath him trying to break away. He held firm. Keegan shook my arms,
straddling me so I couldn’t move. I continued to squirm beneath him, hoping to
somehow break free.

“Get off of me, Keegan! Get
off
!” I
shouted in his face. Keegan acted as if nothing had happened.

“What secret could possibly be so dark that he
would break the wrist of the woman he loves?” Keegan screamed, his face getting
closer to mine, his grip tightening on my wrists. He even squeezed his knees
tighter around me.

I bucked my hips under him and tried moving my
arms, hoping to knock him off of me. Instead, I realized he was getting off on
this. Having me pinned beneath him; having total control, Keegan was fully
aroused. I wished that I could brush it off as him being drunk or even on a
drug, but he didn’t do drugs and he didn’t reek of alcohol. I looked at Keegan,
wide-eyed.

“Tell me, Myka!” I knew I could just tell him
this horrible secret and hope that he would actually leave me alone, but I
couldn’t because I wasn’t sure he would. I had never seen Keegan like this -
ever. Plus, it wasn’t exactly my place to tell him.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Keegan?” I
smirked, bucking my hips against him again, still hoping to push him off me.
“You like having control over me?” I guess I was going to take a new approach.
Maybe seducing him would distract him enough to allow me to get away. I would
regret this, but I feared for my life here.

“Don't change the -” Keegan started, but I
bucked up against him again, my eyes trained on his. Kee's eyes flashed with
anger, but with want as well.

“Do you get jealous when you hear Korbyn and
me at night?” I raised my eyebrows up and down real quick as I chewed on my
lip. I bucked again, to feel that he was even harder. I smirked. “And I bet
he’s told you all that I can do.”

“What's Korbyn's secret?” Keegan asked again,
his voice husky with lust. God, he wanted me bad. I bucked again. Kee's eyes
shot closed and he bit his lip as he tightened his grip on me. I swore
silently.

“You want me, don't you, Kee?” I teased,
bucking again. He nodded slowly before turning his eyes back to mine, his eyes
burning into mine so hard it was almost painful.

“But I want Korbyn's secret even more. So
fucking tell me already,” he hissed through his teeth, grinding his hips into
mine. I gasped.

“If I tell you, will you let me go?” I asked
him. He studied me for a moment then nodded.

“If you tell me, I will let you go,” Keegan
said. At that moment, I regretted trying to seduce him and hoped that in his
state of lust, he wouldn’t end up changing his mind.

“Nici's pregnant, yes?” I started. He nodded
slowly. “Nici's pregnant with Korbyn's baby.” Kee looked at me for a moment. I
wasn’t sure if he believed me or not.

“You’re not a liar, Myka. Not usually. I’ve
never known you to lie,” he started. I wondered why he hadn’t thought of that
when I told him Korb had broken my wrist. “So if Korbyn broke your wrist
because you told Jett what you just told me - that my baby isn’t
my
baby, but my
brother's
- then that’s what happened.” I was confused,
squinting at him. “But I’m going to have a baby, Myka.” Now I was growing
scared. I knew seducing him had been a bad idea. “A baby that's mine, Myka.”
Keegan kissed me then, taking both of my arms into one hand. I tried to wriggle
out of his grasp, considering bucking him off was obviously not going to work.
I failed miserably.

Good going, Myka!
I thought to myself, absolutely terrified.
Look what you've gone and done
this time!

Keegan's free hand drifted down between him
and me, reaching under my shirt. His hand found my breasts and I started to
cry. He broke the kiss looking at me. Keegan smirked, tugging hard on my nipple
rings.

“Don't act like you don't like this, Myka. I
know you do,” Kee told me. “Besides, you started this.” He ground his hips
against mine. A sob escaped from my lips as his free hand slid out from under
my shirt and under the skirt I was wearing. His fingers fought with my fishnets
then my panties. I was sobbing uncontrollably as his fingers invaded me.

Keegan sucked on my neck as I tried bucking
him off me, but that just caused more pain for me with his fingers. No guy had
ever used his fingers on me and it hurt so badly. Finally, he pulled his
fingers out, sucking one finger off, moaning, before shoving the other finger
into my mouth. I bit his finger. He slapped me.

“You bitch!” Keegan cried. “I know you like
this. Korbyn told me.”  Switching which hand held my wrists, he pulled
down his sweat pants. I panicked, bucking wildly beneath him, but he stayed
firm. “Patience is a virtue, darling,” he snickered. Keegan pulled my skirt up
and positioned himself between my legs. Maneuvering my fishnets and panties, he
prepared to enter me. He kissed me as he went to slide in.

At that moment I head butted Keegan. Hard. He
fell off of me and onto the floor. I shook my head, a headache starting to
grow. Keegan moaned in pain, starting to sit up. Without thinking, I stepped on
his balls. He fell back onto the floor, holding his family jewels. I ran out
the door - and back into Korbyn's arms. It was just my luck.

“Myka!” Korb exclaimed, surprised. “Where do
you think you’re going, Baby?” His words were slurring together and he looked
at me with squinted eyes. I was speechless.

All I knew was that I wanted to get as far
away from Keegan as possible. Korbyn's eyes looked past me and found his
brother half naked. His eyes shot back to mine. Despite the tears, he let loose.

“You fucking slut! It wasn’t Jett or Jais, but
my own
brother
?  Korb grabbed a handful of my shoulder-length hair
and dragged me back into the house.

Korbyn had dragged me up to the bedroom we shared
and slammed the door shut, locking it behind us. He threw me onto our bed,
before pinning me to it. I was really sick of being thrown around.

“Myka, Myka, Myka,” Korbyn smirked, looking
down at me. I shivered under his stare.

“You're drunk, Korbyn. Why don't you just get
some sleep?” I suggested, my eyes pleading. He laughed dryly.

“Sleep? Yea right. So you can go back to
Keegan?”

“Korb, he was going to rape me!” I started to
cry again. His gaze softened as he looked at me.

“What?” Korb asked in disbelief.

“Keegan threw me around. He wouldn’t let me
go. God, Korb. He hit me. I wanted to go find you. But he wouldn’t let me go,”
I sobbed. Korbyn let go of my arms, but continued to straddle me. He was
looking into my eyes, which I knew were sea foam green from crying. Korbyn also
knew I couldn’t lie for shit. So he knew that I was telling the truth.

“Why, Myka? Why would my brother do this?”

“Because you were drunk,” I told him. He
looked at me in silence, chewing on his bottom lip ring. I looked back at him,
chewing on my own lip ring. Korb seemed to have sobered up a little bit and I
relaxed.

“He was going to rape you because I was
drunk?” Korbyn asked me. I remained silent, looking away from him. “Myka?”

Just then, there was banging on our bedroom
door. Korbyn climbed off of me and opened the door. Keegan stood there, a hand
on each side of the doorframe. He glared past Korbyn and right at me.

“That bitch stepped on my balls!” Keegan
cried. I flinched. I was in trouble.

“You were going to rape her!” Korbyn yelled
back. Keegan looked at Korb, one eyebrow cocked, with a big smile on his face.

“Oh yea? Is that what she said?” Korbyn
scowled at his brother, and then glanced back at me. I was sitting on the bed,
getting ready to protect myself, if it came to that.

“What are you saying, Keegan?” Korb asked his
brother. I stood up and walked over to the twins and tried to get out the door.

“I have to go to the bathroom, babe,” I said.

“I don t think so,” Kee answered me shoving me
back into the room. I fell hard on the floor, my broken wrist breaking my fall.
I cried out in pain. Korbyn glared at Kee and then punched him in the nose.

“Don't you dare touch my girl!” Korb yelled. I
shuffled to my feet as Keegan tackled Korbyn to the floor. I ran out of the
room, unnoticed. As I ran down the stairs, I could hear the brothers screaming
and swearing at each other. I didn’t care what they did to each other, as long
as they stayed away from me.

I ran right out the front door.