Forsaken - Book 2 (Star Crossed MC Lovers) (9 page)

Chapter 9

Selene

I wasn't sure why Lucky was even with me. Or why he'd come to the garage, other than the fact that he knew that I was involved in Jamison's death and wouldn't want to go home. Sure, I didn't feed him the damn drugs, or know they were tainted, but I'd stood there while he died. Shocked into a stupor.

I closed my eyes and tightened my grip around Lucky's strong center as I pressed my face to his back. He'd wanted me to wear a helmet, but it didn't let me get close enough. I wasn't concerned with a bike accident. I was scared like hell to lose myself.

The image of Jamison lying on the floor, twitching as foam bubbled up from his thin lips made me whimper. I was a tough woman most ways, but right then, I was a scared little girl. The smell of shit in the arcade had been overwhelming by the time I got out of there. The scene wasn't going to leave me  anytime soon.

Maybe this wasn’t the life for me.

It wasn’t.

Grandma said I deserved better.

Was she right?

I didn’t want to live this way. I couldn’t let this go. I couldn’t let the murder go, either. This wasn’t me. I’d grown up brainwashed by a psychopath. And I was scared shitless of him. But I was a patched member now. Could I just run? Would he hunt me down? Kill me? Call me a traitor? Could he kill his own daughter? I cringed, know the answer to that only too well. 

Everything was crashing down around me. 

I needed to run. To run far away and not look back.

Lucky would run with me. I had no doubt that he was simply waiting on my cue to jump on his bike and get the fuck out of Pleasant Valley together -- forever.

His finger brushed rhythmically over my arm and my damn eyes filled with tears again. I wasn't an emotional person, and yet in the last few days I'd cried more than I had my whole life.

We pulled up to my grandma's house, and Lucky stopped the bike, but we didn't get off.

I couldn't help but press myself to his back as I bit back more tears. He wrapped his arms around mine and held me to him as if he understood exactly what I needed.

"Don't tell Grandma, okay?" I whispered before kissing his back twice and getting off the bike.

The three little girls from down the street raced toward me, and I dried my face before they reached me. I'd put them off once already, and honestly wasn't willing to do it again. I smiled and picked each up, turning and spinning them.

"Wow. Who are these princesses?" Lucky moved up beside me and wrapped his arm around the back of my waist.

"He's cute," one of the girls mumbled shyly.

"Yeah, he is!" The oldest wagged her eyebrows playfully and giggled.

"Selene." Grandma's voice caused me to turn as a smile lifted my lips.

Her eyes moved across me, and I knew that telling Lucky to keep my trauma a secret was useless. She already knew that I was hurting. It was written across my face no doubt.

"Sorry, Grandma." The little girl giggled and reached for Lucky's free hand. "You. Handsome boy, come play with us."

"Handsome, hm?" Lucky released me and chased the little girls back down the street as I moved up to sit next to my Grandma on the concrete steps that lead to her house.

"You okay,
meja
?" She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my face as I leaned my head toward her.

"No," I whispered and watched my man play with the little girls as if he were in love with each of them. He was a good man. No, a great one.

"Do you want to talk about it, baby?" My grandmother ran her hand over the back of my head, pulling softly at tangles and lulling me into a peaceful state like only she could do.

"A boy died today because of the drugs Elec gave him. Dad sent me to do it, but I couldn't." I let out a slow sigh and tried to keep my emotions in check.

"Oh, baby. You didn't see him die, did you?"

I turned and glanced up at her as I pressed my cheek to my folded hands, my elbows resting against my knees. "Yes. I was the only one there besides half of the arcade. He shit himself, foamed at the mouth and had a seizure while I watched, helpless. I didn't know what to do to save him, Grandma."

"Oh, Lena." She bent her upper body over mine, and covered me in a hug. "Your mother would die if she knew the things you've had to see, baby. No girl should suffer the things you have. Come live here with me. I'll tell your father to keep his distance. He'll listen to me, baby."

"Did you know that he killed momma?" I asked, almost choking on the words as they left me.

She moved back and stiffened beside me. "I assumed as much, but I'd hoped I was wrong. The fact that you're living there now keeps me up most nights."

"I hate him so much, Grandma. But I love him, too. Why? I hate all these conflicting emotions."

“He’s your father,” she said. “It’s only natural to love him, too.”

I sat up and turned to watch Lucky as he tossed the girls in the air, one at a time. The littlest clung to his leg as if she was afraid to lose him. I understood her fear all too well. I'd lost him once, and I could see it happening again if I wasn't careful.

"I hate him too, Lena,” she said. “I always knew he was involved in my baby's death, but I guess I wanted to ignore it, to pretend that it wasn't real, because then maybe it wouldn't have to be. You know?" She touched the side of my face and I turned back toward her.

"I do  now." I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek against her bony fingers. She had become precious to me, like a part of myself that I could cling to until she decided to come back to me. "I love you."

"Me too, baby. Come inside and you can help me make a new recipe for dinner. Neither of us can cook worth a damn, so between the two of us, we might burn down the kitchen, or end up with something almost edible." Grandma gave me a smile that had me returning the gesture. It didn't matter how bad life got. Having her was a good reminder that goodness still existed in the world, that light still burned through even the darkest of nights.

I laughed and moved to stand, then reached out and helped her to her feet. Glancing back at the road, I waved in a teasing manner to my handsome beau.

His eyes widened as if he was terrified as I walked toward the door.

"No you don't. Lena. Lena!"

I laughed alongside Grandma as we closed the door and walked arm in arm toward the kitchen. He was going to have a hell of a time pulling himself away from the cute little girls down the street, but it was good for him.

"I love that boy , you know." She glanced over her shoulder as she stood at the stove, working to get a pound of raw hamburger meat into the skillet. "I know you do, too."

"I do." I bent down and got a large bowl from under the cabinet. "I'll figure everything out with him soon. For now... where is this recipe that's going to fool him into thinking that we can cook?"

"Right over there,
meja
." She pointed and gave me a silly look as the front door slammed and the sound of boots hitting the floor moved our way.

"You two are in trouble." Lucky stopped at the opening to the kitchen and put his hands on his hips.

"I'll take a spanking." I mumbled and smiled.

"Not me, but you can give Lena mine." Grandma giggled and continued to work on dinner. "Wash up and you can make the salad for us, Prince Charming."

"Well, I don't know about all that, but I'm happy to help out." He moved up beside me and leaned down, touching the side of my face as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. The loving look in his eyes drove a stake into the center of me. Warmth spread out from his gentle touch on my face and coated me in serenity, forgiveness and wholeness. I needed him. I would tell him tonight. As selfish as it was, I was done protecting him from me. He was going to have to do that himself .

I'd have to wish him luck in that venture.

***

"That was actually delicious," Lucky muttered as he shoved the last piece of garlic bread in his mouth and gave me and Grandma a wide smile.

I chuckled and picked up my tea. "We can cook as long as there is a very specific recipe involved."

"And we don't deviate." She smiled at me. "Remember that time we tried to make Miss Betty's brown gravy and accidentally used powdered sugar instead of flour? That was..."

"Sweet?" Lucky filled in for her and we all laughed.

"Yes, disturbingly sweet." I sat my glass down and turned my attention back to Lucky. "You almost ready to go?"

"Yeah, if you are." He turned his attention back to my grandmother. "Dinner was incredible, but the company was much better."

"I couldn't agree more." She got up and pulled him into a warm hug, and then offered me one as Lucky walked to the front door, giving us a minute to ourselves.

"I've told you from day one, Lena. He's a keeper. Stop playing hero and let him save you, baby. Before it's too late." She kissed my cheek and patted my arms. "Get out of here and have fun like you should at your age. You'll be old and tired like me one day."

"Still beautiful..." Lucky called from the other room, causing my grandma to blush.

"He's right." I hugged her once more for good measure and turned, walking back into the living room and taking Lucky's hand.

We walked out into the yard to find the afternoon gone and the darkness of night setting in.

"Where do you want to go, baby?" He tugged me closer.

"To the garage. Do you have blankets and stuff there?" I asked, hopeful.

"Sure do. There's a small space heater in the office there, too. We can snuggle up and talk a little if you want." He handed me a helmet as we reached the bikes. "Or we don't have to talk at all. Totally up to you."

I nodded, not responding, instead putting on the helmet and getting on the bike. I snuggled up to him after he got on and slid my hands down his tight tummy to squeeze his package. Lust pumped through me as it jerked against my fingers and he growled and shook his head.

A giggle left me, and I realized that all I needed was him and Grandma in my life. I'd come from the arcade feeling like a complete monster, and where I wasn't totally convinced I wasn't, at least I was feeling a little better about my future.

We rode back to the garage. By the time we arrived, I was almost lulled into a sleep. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone had mentioned  I was at the arcade during the event. My fear of the cops was nothing compared to fear of my father, but I still had a healthy concern about rotting in jail. There were certain crimes that even money and intimidation couldn't save you from. Murder had to be one of them.

Lucky parked the bike near the back and got off before helping me. We locked everything up and got into the garage before turning to face one another.

"I'm sorry you had to see what you saw today." He reached for me, and I moved into his arms.

"It's my fault, Lucky. You can't victimize me. I knew I was going to the arcade to deliver drugs. Me taking Elec up on his offer to do it for me is no excuse. I shouldn't have been there. I should have done something different. I just don't know how to break away."

"But do you want to break away, Lena? That's what I need to know." He slid his strong hands up my shoulders and cupped my neck. "You want to be free from it all?"

"Some days I do, Lucky. Some days, I'm not so sure I would survive trying. Does that make sense?"

"Unfortunately, yes." He moved down and kissed me fully, his tongue brushing along mine with a slow, gliding movement.

I must have melted, because the next thing I knew, I was stretched out across the couch and he was on top of me, his strong body pressed to mine as he took his time exploring my mouth.

My time of being strong was over. Or maybe it had never begun.

"I love you," I whispered and pulled him in for another long kiss.

Chapter 10

Lucky

Lena was so tired the night before that I let her fall asleep in my arms on the couch. I brushed her hair away from her pretty face. The dark circles under her eyes told me far more about her struggle than she might have wanted me to know.

Regardless of everything that had happened during the last year, her whispering that she loved me was enough for the moment. I'd already known it, but hearing her admit it left my heart mending a little. I'm sure she had her reasons for completely turning her back on me and I would ask her  about it, but now wasn't the time.

After she passed out, I got up and pulled a few blankets from a cabinet above the desk and made us a comfy palate on the ground. A few wadded up jackets for pillows, and we were good to go. I undressed her slowly, enjoying the soft sounds of pleasure she made as I ran my fingertips down her thigh or pressed my nose to the side of her neck, my tongue between her breasts. She never woke up, but it was alright. I needed time to memorize every inch of her again, to fall deeply in love with her, to worship her beauty alone in the silence.

I pulled my clothes off and snuggled in next to her long after midnight, hoping to fall asleep, but not finding rest too quickly. My cock was rock hard, my balls tight and heart racing at how bad I wanted to be inside of her, but she was exhausted. I would see if she wanted a little bit of loving in the morning, but for the moment, she just needed my arms and my heart.

Good thing I was willing to sacrifice both, and so much more.

***

I woke before she did in the wee hours of the morning, the light from the windows  nothing more than an ethereal glow. After realizing where we were and that my sexy girl was next to me, cuddled up against my front, I grew needy again.

"Baby. I want you." I licked at the beautiful column of her neck and slid my hand down her warm side, cupping her ass as she lifted her leg and tucked it over my hips.

"Take me, Luck," she whispered sleepily.

"Get on your tummy for me." I kissed at her lips twice before nipping at her cute little button nose.

"Okay," she mumbled and turned over, stretching her hands above her head and lifting her ass in the air as she groaned and stretched.

I moved out of the covers and got on top of her, mounting her from behind and pressing my chest to her back before tugging the covers back over us. I ran my hands up her back and over her arms to clasp  her hands as I pressed by cock against her ass, rubbing her softly as she moaned quietly.

The sweet sound of her enjoying my body almost kicked me over the edge of being able to make love into hard-core fucking, but I held back. It had been a rough couple of days. When she was ready to fuck again, she'd let me know for sure.

I reached down and took my dick in my hand, positioning it perfectly to line up to her tight entrance and pushed hard, wanting so badly to hear her cry out in pleasure.

She didn't disappointment me. Her hips shifted as she lifted her rear back into the air and gave me more room to push in deeper. I used her back to push myself up to my knees and moved back, pulling her with me so that I could start my assault.

"Deep, baby," she cried out as I jerked her hips and impaled her quick and hard. "Yes. Like that. More."

She was demanding, and fuck, if I didn't love it.

"You're going to get a lot more, Lena. Hush being bossy or I'll spank you." I ran my fingers between the beautiful curves of her ass, playing with her as she bounced back on my cock, mouthing something or other as she did. I couldn't understand her, but I knew her game.

I popped her ass hard and she cried out as her body tightened around mine.

"Fuck," I growled and I slid my hands up her thin waist and locked my fingers over her shoulders, using the grip as good leverage to work my girl good and deep.

She grumbled something else, and I popped her ass again as she came hard. The sweet sounds leaving her lips combined with her jerking her hips forward and slamming back into me left my toes curling. I wasn't ready to come. Not by a long shot. I wanted to fuck for at least an hour or so, to get her to scream my name and wet my cock three or four times.

"A condom," she barked as she moved to her hands and knees and pushed back, bouncing her pretty ass as she took over our sex.

"In a minute baby. I want to feel you for a little while. I'm still a ways off. Just take the dick, Lena." I pressed my thumb against her ass and pressed in a little. She cried out and rocked against my offerings, fucking herself far better than I might even be able to.

She came again, and I bit my lip to the point of tasting blood. She was so fucking hot, so sexy and talented in the bedroom. How I deserved to even stand behind her and give her something big to ride was beyond me. She was far too much woman for me to handle, and yet her reminder that she loved me the night before was enough to solidify my position for forever.

"I'm going to pull out and get a condom, baby." I pulled back, tugging my finger from her after my cock.

She groaned and flattened against the floor as her ass contracted, and she twitched a little. "Gosh, you're so good. I love the way you fuck me."

"I'm pretty sure you were fucking me." I got up and walked to the desk, opening it and pulling out a rubber.

She stood up and moved to stand in front of the couch, her beautiful body on full display for me. "Come sit down. I wanna show you what it looks like when I fuck you."

"Shit yes." I moved to the couch and dropped my happy ass down before reaching for her. "Come do it. Fuck my world up, Lena. Make me explode."

"Consider it done, playboy." She crawled onto my lap as I leaned back against the couch. Straddling me, she glanced down and took my cock in her hand, playing with herself a little as I watched.

I groaned loudly and pressed my hips up as she giggled. She was teasing me, and damn if I didn't love it.

The minute she slid down the length of me, a knock resounded at the door. Pleasure pulsed at the center of my stomach and I didn't want to let her go.

The voice was low and ominous. "Open the door, mother fucker. I know you're in there."

I gripped Lena's hips and lifted an eyebrow at her. "Old boyfriend?"

"Please." She got up, and I had no doubt that I was going to kill the mother fucker at the door. No one should have been out there. Especially not while I was in the middle of fucking my girl. People could be so damned rude sometimes. I needed a 'go away - fucking right now' sign. I smirked at the thought and tugged on my jeans as the bastard hit the metal door again.

"I'm not kidding Morrison. Open the damn door. I know Lena's with you."

I stiffened at the guy’s words. His voice was a little too familiar. I looked back at her as her eyes widened.

"It’s Domingo," she whispered.

One of her many cousins. I could hardly keep up with them anymore. Besides, a Delgado was a Delgado... At least everyone but Lena.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." I picked up my Glock from my bag that hung over the chair at my desk.

"Be careful. He's crazy." She moved around the room, getting dressed.

"They all are. Even you." I winked at her and pulled my shirt on before opening the door and slipping out. A lanky mother fucker that looked like Rafael on crack cocaine paced in the dirt in front of me. He had a blade in his hand, and by the looks of things, he didn't come to welcome me  into the family.

"What can I do for you, Black Heart?" I lifted my eyebrow and slipped my gun in the back of my pants as Domingo stopped pacing and turned to greet me.

"I know you have Lena in there. Give her back and I'll make sure to cut your throat fast instead of tying you up and chiseling off pieces of your stupid ass. What were you thinking? We're everywhere, you idiot. You had to know you were going to get caught." He shook his knife at me and lunged as if he were going to cut me.

I stayed still, more than ready to fight him off in a hand to hand. He was a little high, no doubt. The fact that he couldn't stand still was my first inclination.

"No clue what you're talking about, but if you shake that blade at me again, I'll be pulling out my gun, and it doesn't miss." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Lena is an old friend of mine from high school, but you'd know that we don't talk anymore if you hadn't snorted your breakfast."

He chuckled darkly and stood up as his eyes darkened. "She's here, bitch, and I'm going to drag her skanky ass all the way back to her daddy."

He lunged fully that time, but I turned and tugged his arm, using his own momentum to throw him against the wall of the garage. He reached for his piece, but I pulled mine and put a hole between his eyes before he could think about it.

"Lucky!" Selene ran from the garage, her eyes wide and voice shrill.

"I'm sorry, baby. He reached for his weapon." I put my gun back in my pants and wiped my fingers across my lips as my hand shook slightly. I'd only killed once and it had been for Lena then, too.

"Oh no." She moved down to kneel beside her cousin. "What the fuck are we going to do?"

"The only thing we can do, Lena. We're going to bury the body and act like it didn't happen." I shrugged and moved to pick up the asshole.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"What would you have me do, hmmm? Run away and leave someone else to find him?" I snapped at her as my adrenaline raced around my bloodstream with nowhere to go.

She jerked back as if I'd slapped her and marched back into the house.

"Lena... baby, I'm... fuck." I reached down and grabbed Domingo by his ankles before pulling him out into the middle of the forest.

I hadn't asked to become a killer.

But people often didn’t. That shit just dropped in their laps.

Besides... it was self-defense.