Among the Chaos: Book 2 of the Soldiers of Chaos MC Series (23 page)

A
deep animal growl erupted from deep in his chest as he flicked the next strike. It bit into her skin like nine tiny little hot needles. The blows came again and again. On her arms, her stomach, her breasts and her thighs. All the while she begged him to go quicker to strike her harder. The monster hit a state of utter euphoria as the last strike fell on her naked sex. The stinging bite sent her spiraling into an orgasm. One sh
e’
d barely gotten through before Cole was on her.

He grabbed hold of her hips and plunged into her in one long stroke. He did
n’
t stop there again and again he drove deep with blistering speed and strength. Her inner walls pushed and grasped alternately trying to resist his brutal invasion on the in stroke then trying to keep him from retreating on the out.

Her skin was raw from the whipping h
e’
d given her and everywhere that his body rubbed against hers burnt with pain. The spikes on his gloves felt as though they were piercing her skin, slicing into her. One of his hands wandered from her hip. He grabbed her thigh first the spark of pain sending a flash of ecstasy through. He scraped the spikes down the soft underside of her arm. She moaned at the weird painful yet ticklish sensation. This was what the monster needed, what she needed after all they were one now.

His hand came up to grasp a fistful of her hair. She knew what came next and he did
n’
t disappoint. His mouth crashed down on hers with such force that their teeth clashed. His kiss was as searing and bruising as she remembered but it was
n’
t enough. She bit his lip hard and he drew back with shocked gasp. She could taste his blood in her mouth as she smiled at him wickedly.

“
Two can play at that game Angel
,
” Cole quipped with a devious smile of his own.

He moved his hand down to her breast gripping it with his spiked glove. Those little pinpointed tips felt like a hundred hot knives slicing into her skin. She spasmed hard around his cock and Cole growled ferociously.

“
Not yet Angel.You wait for me
,
” he commanded.

“
Yes Sir
,
” she moaned her answer loudly as she desperately tried to get back some control.

Cole pushed her
breast up towards his mouth as he lowered his head. His tongue flicked over it warm and wet. The he struck, his teeth biting hard into her overly-sensitized flesh.

The pain went straight from her nipple to her brain and back down to her clit travelling straight through the monste
r’
s centre on its way. Her body exploded with an intense burn. Every inch of her felt as though she were being engulfed in some devilish hellfire of sexual desire and pain.

“
Tell me Angel
,
” he commanded as the burn raged on through her.

“
You own all of me
,
” she cried out in ecstasy not knowing or caring about the lie coming out of her mouth.

Nikki woke to the hangover of the millennium. Her whole body ached and every time she tried to move a flash of pain would slice through. So she lay still listening to nothing but the steady heartbeat and slow breaths of the man wound around her. There was nothing else. No restless growl, no persistent hum just sweet silence.

“Morning Angel,” with those two words reality came crashing back in on her.

What the hell had she done?

“Morning?”

“Actually it’s more like evening,” Cole replied.

“Evening?” she yelled the question as she scrambled from Cole’s bed.

Every inch of her flesh screamed in pain at the quick and exaggerated movement.

“Slow down Angel. You’ll hurt yourself,” Cole soothed as he too slid from the covers.

She didn’t need to hurt
herself, he’d done all the hurting she needed last night and into the early hours of the morning.

“I’ve got to go Cole,” she said as she searched the room frantically for her clothes, for any clothes.

She wrenched open Cole’s draws grabbing the first articles of cloth
ing she could lay her hands on.

“Why so you can run on back to your traitorous father?”

His question stunned her, “What did you just say?”

“I told you yesterday I had information. Information that tells me your father is a traitor.”

She could not believe what she was hearing.

“Et
tu Brute, Angel,” he said the phrase that had been following her around like the stink of frustration.

“That was you? Trying to warn me? How? Why?” she asked beyond confused.

“The how doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you are in danger. Your father is working with Black Nikki.”

She couldn’t listen to the bullshit, she wouldn’t. Her father had sacrificed everything for the club. He was no traitor.

“You lie,” she growled at him.

“I wish I was
lying Angel. Did you know he was planning to kill Bull and King? Him and Alvarez. Bull got wind of it through one of his men. He planted a man in the mix and went to King,” Cole explained.

Nikki’s head was spinning. No, this couldn’t be right. He had his information all mixed up. If King knew about this he would’ve done something, he would’ve told her, he would’ve had Reaper killed.

“If this is all true why
hasn’t King done anything about it?” she questioned.

“He has. He did the only thing he could, the only thing that wouldn’t alert Reaper to his knowledge of the man’s betrayal, the only thing that would keep Reaper in the game long enough for him to lead the club to Bridges. He gave him the perfect accomplices. Two stupid prospects who don’t seem like they have a brain between them and who he wouldn’t bat an eyelid at for
accompanying him in his treachery.”

Nikki’s stomach dropped. He wouldn’t?

“How do you know all this?”

“It doesn’t matter how I know Angel, I know. If you don’t believe call Bull, ask him,” he told her handing her phone to her.

With shaking hands she dialed Bull’s number.

“Bull
it’s Ace. I need to ask you something and I need you to tell me the truth,” she demanded.

Bull’s voice was tight as he replied, “Are you sure you
wanna hear the truth Ace?”

That one comment told her everything she needed. There was no reason for Bull to lie to her.

She asked him anyway, “Is he working with Black?”

“Yes. It gets worse last night he.”

Nikki cut him off, “I gotta go.”

She already knew what he did
last night or more accurately she did. How could she have been so stupid? King had given him the perfect accomplices and Nikki, well,sh
e’
d given him the perfect scapegoat.

Chapter 16

Nikki paced the house restlessly.
Her mind raced a million miles a minute as the blackness spread through her. How deep did this run? When the hell had it started? What other things had he lied about? Did he have something to do with Rat’s death? With Sheila’s? Was he really going to throw her under the bus? But mostly her mind screamed, why? Why would he do this to the club? Why would he do this to her? He’d turned her into a weapon against the club she loved. She’d killed innocent men, not just innocent men but members of her club. That traitorous dog.Her anger swelled and the monster began to vibrate with fury.

“Fuck,” she screamed the word long and loud giving voice to the anger inside her.

The need for destruction and violence took over. All she could think was destroy, destroy,
destroy. She threw her bedside lamp across the room smashing it against the wall. She picked up more items from her dresser, glass bottles and ceramic nick nacks, hurling them at every hard surface in the room reveling in the satisfying sound of shattering as they broke. She swept the rest of the items onto the floor before upturning her dresser. She stomped on the weak backing splitting it into pieces. She kicked boxes across her floor the contents spewing out as they hurtled across the space. She pummeled her cupboard door with her fists and feet until the damn things fell off.

Nikki’s knuckles burned and her ankles ached. All that destruction and all it did was take the edge off. As she surveyed the state of her room a muffled sound caught her attention. Nikki followed the noise all the way across the space to one of her mother’s upturned boxes. It was a voice talking, a familiar voice. She threw the cardboard box aside and frantically dug through the pile of crap underneath it. As she got closer to the source her mother’s voice came on. Nikki pulled an old mp3 player from a twist of clothing.

“Are you serious? How the hell do you plan on destroying the Soldiers?” Sheila asked.

“
We’ve got a man inside.”

It was Roach’s voice. What the hell was she doing with him?

Her mother laughed loudly, “Oh darlin’ you crack me up.”

“I’m not joking woman,” growled Roach.

“Please. None of those bastards would turn on their precious club,” the disdain in Sheila’s voice was clear.

“You’re wrong about that Sheila,” Roach replied.

“So who is this so called inside man?”

“Reaper Jones,” the ‘so there’ went unsaid though it was obvious from his tone.

“Really?” Nikki could hear the sadistic glee in her mother’s voice.

There was only one thing Sheila hated more than the club and that was Reaper.
But there was one thing she desired even more than causing that man’s downfall, money. Her mother’s death suddenly made so much more sense. Nikki’s anger swelled again and she knew she had to end this shit tonight. Tonight she would become the club’s executioner, their angel of death.



“You won’t be able to get to him.”

Tex
turned his head toward the darkened corner of the room. Nikki leaned forward into the light slightly. She was absentmindedly turning her gun over in her hands staring off into space. He’d had no idea she was there and judging by the sudden still tension in the air neither had anyone else. He’d told her to stay home, to leave this shit alone but she hadn’t listened. They all watched her silently for a moment then the table resumed arguing about what they were going to do with Reaper.

She was right they would find it nearly impossible to get to him. His eyes flicked to Trace across the table. He was still watching Nikki frowning at her. Tex turned back to her. Her father had killed the prospects but worse he’d killed Rat and Tex just knew that somewhere he’d had a hand in Sheila’s murder. He’d betrayed them all adding another nail to Nikki’s coffin. He knew she was close to breaking point and he wanted right now to steal her away and hide her till all this shit was over. Suddenly she stood and slipping her Glock into the waistband of her pants she strode out of the room with a look of hard determination on her face. Tex wanted to go after her but there was no way any of them were leaving that table till shit got sorted.

“What do you think he’s just gonna let us waltz on up to him and put a bullet in his brain? Ace is right none of us are gonna be able to get within an inch of him,” Case fired off.

“No one except her maybe.
They have appeared to be rather chummy the last little while,” Rock quipped.

No one except her.

“That’s enough. She had nothing to do with her bastard father’s betrayal and the next man that suggests so will find my fist buried firmly in their skull. Got that?” King yelled at the group.

No one except her. Shit. Both he and Trace started for the door at the same time.

King called
after them, “Where the hell are you two going?”

To save Nikki from herself.

Nikki had sat and listened to them discuss Reaper’s traitorous actions.
She’d listened to some of her brother’s try to sell her down the river right alongside him. He’d played them all but he’d played her more than anyone. The things she’d done for him. The darkness that was her constant companion rose up from inside her. She should’ve seen this coming. He’d allowed her to help him too easily. She’d been his scapegoat and now there was only one way to prove she hadn’t been in on it with him. Nikki pulled her phone from her pocket as she exited the clubhouse and dialed a number.

The call connected.

“Reaper
it’s me don’t hang up.”

“
What do you want kid?” his voice was harsh.