Lucien's War (2 page)

Twenty
minutes later and they had dug a hole big enough to keep the body buried, and
covered the asshole molester with dirt. They stood there when the hole was
filled.

“You
guys know you’re my family,” Cain said, but still had his focus on the freshly
filled grave. “I have been waiting for this day since I pulled the motherfucker
off my daughter all those years ago.”

Lucien
clapped Cain on the back. “I know, brother, and you’re our family, too.”

“For
life,” Kink said out loud.

“And
we’d do anything to help you find peace and vengeance, brother,” Malice stated,
and moved closer to place his hand on Cain’s shoulder.

Cain
nodded.

“Anyone
fucks with a member’s kid, in any damn way, and we band together and take them
out,” Kink said in a deep rumble that held menace and threat.

Lucien
glanced at Kink after he spoke. Although Lucien wanted Kink’s eighteen-year-old
daughter in the worst kind of way, he also knew he was too damn old for her,
and that doing anything with her was a big fucking backstabbing idea for him to
do to another brother. But when Lucien had brought Callie back to his place the
night she had called him shitfaced, something in him had shifted. He had never
seen her as anything more than a young woman to protect because she was family.
He hadn’t touched her, hadn’t done anything other than think about the totally
wrong fucking things that would get him shot by Kink. The man was his VP, a man
he considered a brother, and a person he would lay down his life for. Trying
anything with Callie, even if she was of legal age, would be a traitorous move
on Lucien’s part.

But
Lucien still wanted Callie, and no matter how hard he stayed away, tried not to
think about her, and told himself that being with her would be a betrayal,
Lucien wanted her so fucking badly. He could taste it, feel it in his blood
with every beat of his heart, and had this ache in his cock and balls that
screamed to be inside of Callie and ease his need for her.

“Let’s
get drunk,” Lucien said, glanced at the three men again, and then headed back
to the clubhouse. He needed to get good and trashed, because his thoughts were
too fucking dangerous.

****

Callie
stared around at the empty bedroom that she had stayed in most of the time when
she had lived with her mother. The funeral for her mother and Dale had been
uneventful, but it wasn’t because the only people that had shown up were the
guys from the club and a couple old ladies. The thing was
,
her mother had burned a lot of bridges throughout her life, using her hate,
selfishness, and anger to keep her alienated from her own family. Even death
couldn’t have brought her mother’s parents to the funeral of their only child.
And that was one of the saddest things Callie had ever experienced.

Although
she had gotten most of her things out of the house she had shared with her mom
and her mother’s boyfriend, Dale, she still found herself coming back here more
times than she should. First it had been just driving past the house, but then
the last two occasions she had actually come inside, walked through the rooms,
and thought about all of the times her mother hadn’t been there for her. Sarah
had been her mom, but even thought she was dead and Callie shouldn’t think such
thoughts, she admitted to herself only that she hadn’t been a very good mother.
She had neglected Callie, ignored her, yelled at her, scolded her, and told her
on more than one occasion that she should have been aborted because then Kink
wouldn’t have been in her life. What mother said those things—did those
things—to
her own
child?

Callie
felt her tears start to fill her eyes, and hated that fact. She didn’t want to
cry over the past, didn’t want to feel any kind of anger toward her mother
anymore because she was dead, and what was the point? She pushed away the stray
tears that had fallen, and moved away from her bedroom and back down the
stairs. She had a lot to do, a lot of things to keep her mind off of what had
happened. She needed to think about college, finish filling out applications,
and then leave everything behind. Her dad and Cookie had been great, and she
had never thought she’d feel any kind of close connection with her father’s old
lady. Maybe it was because Cookie was a tortured soul, and had still prevailed
despite everything against her?

Callie
had been staying with her dad and Cookie at his house, and although she liked
having them around, liked the fact her father had always been there for her,
had tried to always do right by her, and had never let his violent and
dangerous MC life seep into her and tarnish anything about her, being in River
Run was really hard. She thought back to the night she had been wasted at a
college party with her shitty then-boyfriend. That night could have been really
bad, and gone down a totally different way, but then she had called Lucien
Silver, The Brothers of Menace President. Just thinking about him had this
chill of awareness moving through her. At forty years old, he was over twice
her age, deadly and lethal, and not because he had the title of being the
leader of an outlaw motorcycle club. He just carried this air of being able to
kill a man with his bare hands, that he wasn’t to be messed with, and he was so
wrong for her on every damn level.

Callie
was an eighteen-year-old virgin who had partied hard during high school, had had
a douchebag boyfriend, and now wanted Lucien like she wanted to breathe. What
did she really know about anything out in life? Also, her father was the VP of
Lucien’s club, and being with a member was a big no-no. Lucien would never be
with her in any way imaginable, even if she knew he felt the same intense
chemistry. Being with her would be a betrayal to Kink in Lucien’s eyes, and how
could she do that to either of them?

She
exhaled, feeling so confused and out of place, and not knowing what her future
held. What she did know was she needed to leave River Run and Lucien, because
with each passing day it grew harder and harder to keep her emotions in check.
Even when she had seen him at the funeral, and grief had been strong inside of
her, she had thought of running up to him and just letting him hold her. God,
she had wanted him to hold her so badly. But after that she hadn’t seen Lucien,
even when she had visited the club. It was like he was keeping away from her,
and maybe that was for the best.

So
going to college, staying on campus, and putting
all of this
behind her was the right move. At least she hoped it was, because she just
wanted to tell him again that she didn’t want to leave, that she didn’t care if
people talked, that their age difference wasn’t going have anything lasting
between them. She also wanted to tell him that things would work out, that what
she felt wasn’t just some crush an eighteen-year-old girl had on an older man.
He consumed her thoughts, made her feel safe when she was with him, and she
wanted so much more with him.

But
maybe she
was
some stupid little girl
who was fantasizing about something that would never happen? That’s why she
needed to leave, for her own sake so she didn’t make an ass out of herself, and
so she didn’t tear apart a relationship between two men who considered
themselves brothers.

Chapter Two

Three months
later

Lucien
was a sick bastard, a dirty old man, and a fucking traitor if he was being
honest with himself. He thought about her, Callie Roberts, a woman he had no
right even consider being with in any fashion. But he couldn’t help himself.
She was like the drug of choice to an addict,
his
drug of choice. She was the one woman who seemed to consume his
very thoughts since he had taken her back to his house months ago. She had been
drunk, nearly attacked by two thug motherfuckers, and he had talked to her when
he had been laid up in bed and shot the fuck up.

He
tossed back another drink, glanced at the bottle of whiskey in front of him,
and saw it fade out for a second. He was drunk, wasted, totally fucking
trashed, but since he had gotten shot that had been the norm. Lucien had felt
himself slip further and further into a dark abyss, and no matter how many runs
he went on, trying to clear his head, nothing ever helped. But it wasn’t just
because of the shit that had happened with the cult assholes, or the fact he
had nearly died. Hell, it didn’t even have to do with the crazy fucking torture
they had done to the man that had fucked with Cain’s daughter.

No,
his darkness was coming from the fact he wanted Kink’s eighteen-year-old
daughter. But he knew she would be leaving for college soon, and that was a
good thing, because if she had stayed in River Run he didn’t know if he could
control himself around her for very much longer. As it was he had been doing a
pretty good job. Whenever he had seen Callie coming into the clubhouse with
Cookie or Kink he had made himself scarce, because it was damn hard for him not
to look at her. He tried not to stare at the woman she had become, and picture
her under him as he worshipped every part of her body with his hands and
tongue.

Yeah,
he was a sick fucking bastard to want a woman so young, and the daughter of the
man he considered a brother. It was wrong to think of her in his bed, under
him, and being only
his
. Shit, she
was over two decades younger than he was, a full twenty-two years his junior.
She was of legal age, but he was old enough to be her father. Even thinking
that, knowing that if Kink knew the fucking intimate and dirty thoughts he had
for Callie he’d kill him, that didn’t,
couldn’t
stop Lucien from wanting her like a man tweaking for his next fix. He hadn’t
even touched her in a sexual way, hadn’t kissed her for that matter either, but
he craved her like he was addicted to her.

Kink
was at the bar with Cookie, but since his old lady only worked in the kitchen
now, per her request because she liked preparing the meals, Lucien didn’t see
her out on the main floor that often. But he knew Kink liked that she was
behind the scenes. Even if Cookie was tough in her own right, and she was
protected within the club walls, that didn’t mean Kink liked having her around
all the booze, drugs, and sex that made a common sight. Lucien couldn’t blame
the brother though, because if he had an old lady himself he wouldn’t want her
around all of this shit. The club life was rowdy, sometimes vile, and an old
lady didn’t need to see the shit the single club members did behind these
walls.

He
took another shot and felt the lingering pain in his thigh start to grow numb.
Since the cult members had shot him all those months ago in the abandoned
warehouse, his recovery had been slow going. Although Lucien was a stubborn
asshole, refusing to do the physical therapy that Molly suggested he take part
in, he was getting back to his old self. He worked out with the other members,
taking it easy, but still working out with them. There were times when he was
having a difficult time with the stiffness in his leg, but it was also only
three months out from nearly dying.

Lucien
watched as Kink took Cookie around the waist and pulled her close. He kissed
her like no one was watching, that or he didn’t give a shit
who
saw him mouth-fuck his woman. What was sad was the fact Lucien hadn’t even been
able to get it up since he had taken Callie back to his place. He’d tried with
a couple of club pussies, even tried to tag team two of them with Ruin, but he
hadn’t been able to get his dick hard. Fuck, he was sexually frustrated, needed
to get laid, and was pissed because he knew the only woman that would be able
to help him in that department was one he could never have.

“You
want a hit,
prez
?” Rook asked and handed Lucien the
joint.

Lucien
shook his head and stood. “Nah, I think I’m going to go work out, because as it
is this alcohol isn’t helping my nerves, and I’m not in the mood to fuck.”
Well, he
was
in the mood to fuck, if
he could be able to be with the woman he wanted.
Callie will never be in your reach.
Lucien took another swig from
the bottle, not about to tell anyone the reason he couldn’t get his dick hard.

He
moved past the guys playing pool, walked around the club girls dancing in front
of some of the prospects, and walked past Kink and Cookie.

“Lucien,”
Kink called out.

He
tensed, but turned around. For the last several months he had steered clear of
Callie, not because he wanted to, but because it was the smart thing to do.
When he had seen her at her mother’s funeral, he’d had to stop himself from
going to her and holding her the whole time she cried. He had talked to her,
although briefly, but touching her opened up something inside of him. It made
him want to tell her he’d make sure everything was okay, that he would never
let anyone hurt her, because she was his, and always would be. But she wasn’t
his, and never would be. He couldn’t betray Kink, couldn’t go against club
rules that said a brother was never to fuck with another member’s family in any
sexual way, even if that family member wanted them. Daughters were off limits,
yet Lucien wanted Kink’s eighteen-year-old one with a fierceness that was so
damn intense he felt like he was going to go off the hinge. But even wanting
Callie was betraying Kink, even if the brother had no clue the thoughts Lucien
really had.