Forsaken - Book 2 (Star Crossed MC Lovers) (12 page)

Chapter 15

Selene

Lucky won by many times over. I was sore, tired and completely sated by the time we collapsed next to each other, both of us sweaty messes. I couldn't stop panting, but was grateful to see he was suffering the same problem.

"I love you, baby." He pulled me close and kissed me before rolling off the bed. "I'm getting us a glass of water. Just lay there and rest."

"I want a shower." I pulled the covers up to my neck and turned on my side. Closing my eyes, I reveled in how fucking good my body felt. Warm and alive -- finally.

"We can get one in a minute." He disappeared into the bathroom as his phone buzzed in his jeans below.

I moved off the bed and grabbed it to set it on the bed beside me. It was Blade, from what I could tell, but I didn't dare answer it.

Lucky walked out with my blond wig on and a glass of water. "Here you go, sweet thing. Just drink this and I'll fondle you. My guy’s coming in soon. I'm going to fuck him up good."

Between the high-pitched, girlie voice he used, the blond wig, and his huge cock swinging his way and that, I couldn't help but break out into giggles. He was so ridiculous, and I loved him all the more for it.

He pulled the wig off and reached for his phone. "Was that mine or yours ringing?"

"Yours." I snorted and giggled once more before reaching out to pet his manhood. "It was Blade. I'll be quiet if you want to call him back."

He glanced down at me. "I told him about us."

I pulled my hand back like I'd been burnt. "What? Why?"

"Because, Lena. He's like a father to me. He was fine with it. He's more concerned about you than anything else. They guys might give me some shit, but your father would likely massacre us both." He sat down on the bed next to me, leaving his back to face me.

I couldn't help but move up to my knees and press myself against him as he called Blade back.

"Hey. It's me." Lucky cleared his throat. "What's up?"

Pressing small kisses to his back, I thought through what a great man he was. Standing up for us enough to tell Blade? The guy was like the father Lucky deserved, but never had. He risked the disappointment and chastisement that should have come.

But it didn't. The Stone Wolves aren't like that.

I missed some part of the conversation, but the minute Lucky stiffened beneath my hold, I knew something was wrong.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Was anyone hurt?" He got up and walked toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I got up and got dressed in my jeans and t-shirt. The rest of my shit could be shoved in my bag. From the sound of things, we would be leaving soon. No spending the night in each other’s arms, or waking up like we should -- beside each other. Something always had to ruin it. Tonight would be no different.

The door opened and Lucky walked out, running his fingers through his hair as he shook his head.

"Your fucking father set fire to the lodge." His tone was filled with venom, and it stung me, though I knew it wasn't meant to.

"What? Is anyone hurt?" I tugged on my tennis shoes and tossed him his shirt.

"Rusty's at the hospital, but it's more because of his asthma. The guys were worried when he started wheezing. I need to get over there." He pulled his shirt on and turned to pin me with a hard stare. "Any clue why he would choose to strike out? Did you tell him anything about us?"

I put my hands on my hips and lifted my eyebrow at him. "I'm still alive, aren't I?"

"Yes, thank God, or he would have far more than a good ass-kicking coming his way. He could have killed someone." Lucky grabbed his keys and walked to the door as if he were going to leave without saying anything to me.

"Hey!" I walked up behind him and touched his shoulder. "I didn't set fire to the place. You getting upset with me is fucking childish."

He whirled around. "Did you know anything about it? Is this why you wanted to come out of town, Selene?"

He rarely ever called me by my full name. It hurt; it hurt as bad as the fucking accusation. Maybe he did believe me to be a whore, a woman that would use her body to get whatever I wanted.

"Fuck you, Lucas." I walked out ahead of him, ignoring him calling after me.

By the time I reached my bike, tears blurred my gaze. I half expected him to come after me, but he didn't. Did some part of him truly believe that I'd been in cahoots with my father?

"Why the fuck don't you consider the fact that you killed one of his members and buried them in the goddamn woods this morning?" I spoke to no one as I got on my bike and drove around the other side of the lodge, not wanting to see him as I did.

He obviously had a few things to work through. Maybe I did, too.

Asshole.

***

I was fiery hot pissed by the time I made it back to the house. My tears were all dried up, and I wanted to shoot ten people in the head just to clear my senses from the toxins running through them. Lucky could sit on a dick and fuck off for all I cared. How dare he kill someone from my family and then get pissed when my father retaliated? I hated the wayward bastard too, but there was no reason to lump me back into the cesspool when I'd been nothing but supportive.

Fuck. I helped bury the damn body.

I wanted into the house and ignored the various grunts I got as a means of 'welcome home'. I wasn't interested.

My father was in the kitchen, humming something as he worked to make a sandwich. I stopped at the door and banged on it.

"What the fuck, Dad?" I growled and walked in.

He turned and smiled. "What's the matter, princess? Something got you all upset?"

"Yes. You." I moved to stand closer to him, not caring that he was my father, or the scariest mother fucker in the whole damn town.

"Sorry to hear that." He put his sandwich down and turned to me. "What seems to be the problem, Selene?"

"You could have told me that you were going to burn down the Wolves' lodge."

"And why would you care about that, child?" His gaze darkened, and it was my cue to back off, but I never was one for self-preservation.

"Because I was at the fucking grocery store and got accosted by one of them. That's why." I crossed my arms over my chest. I wanted to reach out and strangle him so damn much that I didn't trust myself to leave my hands free.

"Nothing better than that, Selene? See... there's a rat somewhere in this house, and I'm starting to get a little worried that it might be you, baby." He reached out and grabbed me by the throat so fast that I didn't have time to react. "Tell me it's not."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I pulled back as Dante's voice lifted from behind me.

"Rafael. Calm down. It's not Lena and you know it. Let her go and I'll help you figure this shit out." Dante was helping me because he didn't want his 'woman' jacked up.

"Fuck all of you," I growled. "I haven't helped a Stone Wolf ever, but maybe I should start."

I didn't see his fist coming until it was too late. Pain exploded across my cheek as red filled my vision and I dropped to the floor with a cry.

"Damn," Dante growled and moved down beside me.

Blood dripped from my face onto my hands as I cupped my cheek and tried hard not to cry. Something had to be broken, but maybe not.

I shouldn't have said anything back. What the fuck was I thinking?

"Find the rat, or I'll torture every damn one of you." My father picked up his sandwich and stepped over us as I forced myself to glance up at him. There wasn't a bit of concern in his face as he walked from the room. He started humming again as he moved away from us, and I lost it.

"Don't cry. It will make the swelling worse." Dante picked me up and put me on the counter as if I was a little girl. I wanted to swat him away, but I was too overwhelmed to refuse him.

"Don't touch me," I whispered through my tears.

"Hush. I'm here to take care of you. Remember?" He brushed my hair back and cursed several times under his breath. "We need to go to the hospital. Hold onto me."

I couldn't fight him, seeing that I was quickly losing consciousness. The hospital sounded like a horrible idea, but did I really have a choice?

He carried me to the car, and sat me in the passenger’s seat, buckling me up and pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. "Hold on. I'll make it all better."

He shut the door and I let out a painful sob. My father had popped me in the face before, but never punched me, never broken something. I forced the agony of it all back down inside of me, and turned to look out the window as my left eye closed and blood continued to drip from my nose.

Dante put a comforting hand over mine, and I didn't push him away. I wasn't interested in anything he had to offer, but I also felt terror, loss and sadness like I never had before.

Between Lucky accusing me of helping with the fire and my father calling me the rat... I was odd-man out.

"Here we are. Stay there and I'll take you in." Dante squeezed my hand once more before getting out of his side of the car and coming to mine. I pressed my face against his soft cotton button down as he lifted me from the seat. I hated to be weak in front of anyone, but I had little to no choice in the moment. My spirit was finally broken.

"It's okay, baby. Hold on." Dante pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head and jogged towards the ER. My disgust for him was muted due to my absolute numbness to everything.

The nurses and a nice-looking young doctor moved in fast to work on assessing if I had brain damage or anything else. They asked a million questions as they cleaned me up as well.

By the end of it, I had a broken nose that they'd set and nothing more. I walked out of the ER with Dante's arm around me, knowing without a doubt that I needed to first, lay low for a year or so. Lucky and I would have to go back into relative hiding like we'd done in the earlier days.

If we could keep things normal for a while, then I could work with Dane to see what part he needed me to play. I was done for sure this time. My father was a monster of the worst kind, and I had more than enough scars to prove it.

Chapter 16

Lucky

I was so angry I couldn't see straight. I knew in the depths of my soul that Lena would never in a million years be in cahoots with her father, but the getting out of town thing seemed too convenient all of a sudden. I leave and Delgado's bastards set the place on fire.

The fact that she was all of a sudden willing to give another chance left me a little suspicious, too. I knew I was being beyond stupid, but I couldn't stop the thoughts that kept rushing through my head.

Pulling up to the clubhouse, I felt a fresh wave of anger, this time mixed with devastation. The front quarter of the place as charred. We were a group of men who'd done our fair share of hard work, but there wasn't one of us that had the funds to put the building back together.

Knife turned as I parked the bike and walked up.

"Where were you last night?" He reached for me and pulled me into a side hug. Had he not shown me affection, I would have been concerned that the bastard was accusing me of something. He wasn't. He was just worried.

"I was out at Clay's, getting laid." I moved out of his grip and walked toward the place. "This is my damn fault. I just know it is."

"How so, big boy?" Animal moved in beside me. The wild mother fucker was calm for the first time since I'd met him. I couldn't help but search his face as he glanced up at me.

"I shot one of the Black Hearts in the face and buried his ass. I'm sure this was retaliation, though there isn't any way they would have known about it." I ran my hands through my hair, trying to think of a few options to pay for the damage.

Blade moved up on the other side of me. "They have eyes everywhere, Lucky. They're a tight family."

He didn't say anything about Lena, but he didn't have to. I could sense it all over him. He had the same concerns, worries, and suspicions that I did. It wasn't good, no matter how I tried to push it away. She appeared to be the one to tell them about Domingo's death. Fuck, she was the only one there with me.

Bet she didn't tell her daddy that she'd helped  bury the body.

A car door slammed behind us, and I turned to see a few cops walking our way. Dane pulled up in his truck just behind them, and I walked toward him, letting Knife and Rusty deal with the police. They would have to file the report, but the fact that they were just getting there was a little concerning. Where was the fire truck?

"Wow. This is much better than I expected." Dane moved up beside me and turned his attention from the clubhouse to me. "You alright?"

"I guess. I'm thinking that Lena was somehow involved in this." I slipped my hands into my pockets, wanting Dane to tell me that I was stupid. Someone needed to stick up for my girl seeing that I didn't have it in me to do it right now. Hell, I hoped she was still my girl. With the way I treated her after we'd made love all night long, who knew? I couldn't think on it. I was under too much stress as it was at the moment.

"Selene? No fucking way. She was born into the wrong family, but she's nothing like that." He rolled his eyes and turned back to the clubhouse. "Something happen between you guys? “Cause I know damn good and damn well that you, of all people, would never accuse the pretty girl of something so shitty. Right?"

"I don't know if she helped or not, Dane." I rolled my shoulders.

"That's fucked up. She didn't. Even I know her well enough to know that."

"People aren't always what they seem." I tried hard not to let my resolve crack. Not yet. I wanted fact and details. She's the only one that could have said anything about Domingo. Rafael wouldn't just attack us without probable cause. He was an asshole, but a smart one, most days of the week.

"I'm not going down this road with you." He glanced over at me. "She didn't do this. Fuck you for thinking it, bro."

I was a little surprised by how quick he was to support her, but it was for the better that he did. He'd been beside me for the last year as I suffered without her.

"Where's the fire truck?" I yelled out to anyone that would listen in the group in front of us.

Animal turned to face me. "There's only two in town, and someone slit all their fucking tires and their spares this morning. I bet I can give you one guess who."

"Unbelievable. Fucking Delgado." I let out an angry growl. "Let's go them. Let's go over there and fuck them up."

Knife glanced up from his conversation with the cops. "Put a cap on it now, boy."

Dane tugged at my shirt, lifting his phone to my face. It was a text from an unknown number.

9482721: Report: Delgado check in. 3:27 p.m.

I glanced back over at Dane while handing him the phone. "Great. What the fuck does that mean?"

"It's the hospital, dick wad. Get out of your mood and come with me. One of the Delgados has been checked into the ER." He walked toward his truck. "I'm going to see who. Come if you want."

Fear rushed through me at the thought of it being Lena. "Yeah. One second."

I jogged over to Blade and pulled him toward me. "Hey. I'm riding up to the hospital. I'll find a way to fix all of this. I promise."

"Fix what?" He lifted his eyebrow. "Why the hospital?"

"The house, this was my fault. I'm just going with Dane. He has a message that one of the bastards has checked into the hospital."

Realization rolled across his face, and he nodded. "Alright, but be careful."

I turned and jogged toward the car, stopping only as his voice echoed after me.

"Lucas."

I turned around and lifted my chin.

"You didn't cause this to happen, son. We've been through a lot of shit with the Black Hearts, and we'll go through a lot more. You win most of the time, but every once in awhile the devil gets one up on you. We'll work this out together as an MC."

"Alright. Thanks, old man." I turned and jogged the rest of the way to Dane's truck. After getting in and buckling up, I pulled my phone out and texted Lena, just asking if she was okay.

She hadn't responded by the time we got to the hospital, and I was beyond on edge.

Dane reached over and touched my leg. "Stay here. If it's her,  she'll have someone with her. Most of them will see me as a cop, but you... they'll know something is up with you guys."

"I'm going in, Dane.  My fucking girl  might be in there."

"No, you're not." He pressed his hand down on my shoulder. "Trust me. We've been friends since we could walk. I'm not going to let anything happen. I just need you to be smart for a few minutes, okay?"

"You calling me dumb?" I let my lip lift in a smirk, but nodded, agreeing with him though I didn't like it one bit.

"Absolutely I am." He winked. "Oh, and Rusty is alright. I was here earlier and checked on him. He's already back home."

"Thanks, man." I leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling like shit for not asking one of the guys about old Rusty. Letting out a long breath, I tried to not freak out over Lena being hurt. It had to be one of the others, it couldn't be her.

She knew to text me 911 if something was going down, and I would be there in a heartbeat. I'd never let anything happen to her.

I pulled out my phone again and bounced it against my chin as the image of our sex the night before moved across my vision. My heart was racing and body completely hard by the time Dane came back to the car. I turned a little to keep my arousal hidden. The last thing I needed was the asshole to make fun of me for being a total perv.

The look on his face validated my worst fears. "It's her?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah, but she doesn't want me talking to you about it."

"What?!" I reached for the door, but Dane pulled back hard on my arm.

I jerked from him. "Fuck you, Dane."

"No, dude. She's in there with Dante. I had to get one of the doctors to pull him out for payment so I could talk to her for a few minutes."

"She's talking?" I let out a painful sigh and leaned back in the seat. "Spill, mother fucker. What's the matter with her? What happened? Bike accident?"

"Something like that." He started the car. "I'm sure she'll tell you about it later."

"Oh hell, no." I popped him hard in the side. "This is my girlfriend. Either tell me what's going on with her, or I'm going in the hospital. I don't give a shit who's with her."

"She broke her nose, but she's doing okay. She'll call you later." He ran his hand down his face as I forced myself to chill out. "One bit of good news."

"What the fuck could be good in the midst of this drama?" I pulled out my phone and texted her to call me - now.

"She's in." Dane rolled down his window and took a deep breath.

"In? With what?" I watched the phone, praying like hell I would see her starting to text.

"With our plan. She needs us to lay low with her for the next year at least so that she can get back into her father's good graces. Then, she's going to be our rat."

"What? Why is she not in Rafael's good graces anymore? And how do you know that?" I turned and pinned him with a stare that should have scared the shit out of him.

He glanced at me and swallowed hard. "She told me. Stop being a dick and hear me. She's in. She's going to help us. See asshole? I told you she wasn't involved in any of this shit."

I turned and leaned back before hitting the button to call her. It went to voice-mail, but I didn't leave a message. I listened to her sweet voice and closed my eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to apologize. She hadn't been involved. Why in the world would I have assumed differently?

I was an ass, and if she decided to turn away from me, I'd get it.

I was almost as unstable as my old man. I deserved whatever happened.