Ruthless (Dark MC Romance) (15 page)

I can’t handle this.

He stepped inside, looking like death.

Dark blood soaked his red t-shirt and leather cut, staining the white stitches on his jacket red. He hung it on the wall and gave me a curious look.

“That smells good.”

My tense shoulders seized as he walked up to me and I held my breath.

Don’t say anything.

Cain's arm wound around my waist and I gritted my teeth, smelling blood and whiskey all over him. His body was unnaturally warm, like a vampire who recently fed. He kissed my temple; it was an affectionate gesture, but he did it robotically as if he copied something he had seen many times before. I flinched when he touched my face.

“What’s wrong? Why are you acting so strange?”

To me, his voice sounded defensive. “Nothing is wrong.”

 
I’m just scared shitless of you.

“What did you do?” Now his voice took a violent turn.

The malice in his red-rimmed eyes made me want to vomit. “You just came home covered in blood. I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going on.”

He took my face in his and stroked my cheek with his thumbs. A smile lit up his face. “All I had to do was give you a little whipping to get what I wanted from you.”

His cock dug into my thigh as he pulled my face closer and kissed me.

Revulsion and fear swirled inside me, but I kissed him harder.
You like this.

His tongue swept inside my mouth, playing with mine as his hands ran up and around my tits. Cain broke away, looking drowsy before he ripped down my tank top and wetly kissed the swell of my breasts.

“Get down on your knees, babe.”

I followed the pressure of his hands on my shoulders obediently, my core clenching even though fear ran through my veins like whiskey. Knowing what he wanted, I unbuckled his pants and slid his jeans down. His cock bounced up as I freed it from his briefs, already glistening. I took him into my mouth and his width stretched my cheeks as he pulsed forward. Cain let out a deep sigh as he sank inside my mouth, holding a fist of hair.

I held my mouth open, running my tongue along the ridge. His hips bucked and he bent his knees to get all of him buried in my mouth. He fucked my mouth faster and faster, and despite my fear my body responded to the satisfied sounds he made. His shaft rammed all the way to the back of my throat. When I gagged, he pulled out. It glistened with my saliva.

“Get up,” he said in a breathless voice.

I obeyed and his sleepy face reached inside his pocket to produce a bag of coke. He offered it to me and I took it, kissing him in gratitude.

“Thank you, baby.”

His fingers slid up my arms and anchored over my shoulders as he turned me to face the table. I bent over the kitchen table as he ripped down my jeans. I sprayed the table with coke in my haste to get high.

I didn’t fucking care what he did, so long as I got a hit. I grasped the tiny straw and snorted. The high rushed to my head as his cock shoved through me, striking a bed of pleasure nerves and I writhed on the table as he pounded me.

Fuck, it feels good.
But I wanted to be higher. I bent my head, my hair falling around my face as my body jerked with his thrusts.

Another wave of energy and euphoria filled me, amped by his muscular legs flexing against mine, driving that rod of pleasure deeper and deeper. Finally, he collapsed over me as his cock jerked inside me and I didn’t even feel the pain. We made our way into the shower and fucked again, then again in the bed, until finally I collapsed and slept, the food on the stove forgotten.

* * *

The heat haze baked the concrete and swirled in the distance. It distorted the air; it even seemed to distort the sounds of ambulance sirens wailing in the distance. I drove my car slowly because the coke addled my brains and I didn’t want to ruin my ride. Spike and Cain rode on either side of the car as we drove around town. It was our day off to unwind, relax, so naturally Cain chose to ride through Tiger territory.

Of course.

Suddenly, the car jerked forward and a cloud of black smoke covered the windshield. I slammed my brakes and coughed violently as smoke furled through the ventilation.

Shit. What the hell is wrong?

Suddenly the driver’s door flew open and Spike’s anxious face appeared. Ahead, Cain was driving on the sidewalks, spray-painting the buildings red. He hadn’t noticed, but I didn’t think Spike could ever be distracted enough to not notice me.

He leaned over my body to unhook the seatbelt and for a moment I was overwhelmed by the fact that his torso leaned over my lap. I blushed violently when he took my hand, helping me out of the car. The smoke still attacked my lungs. I doubled over and coughed while he rubbed my back.

“You all right?” he asked with genuine concern.

“I—I think so,” I said in a tight voice. I straightened myself and my heart thumped when Spike smiled, brushing a stray strand from my mouth.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Cain’s harsh voice made me jump, killing my high.
He saw us.
I crossed my arms over my chest, away from Spike, but Cain only stared at the car. I blew a shaky sigh of relief.
I thought for a moment that—

Spike stared into the steaming mess as Cain popped the hood and shrugged. “I’ve no idea. I don’t know fuck all about cars.”

“There’s an auto shop right there.” I pointed down the street. It was lucky I managed the break down so close to one, but we weren’t in our territory.

“We’re not even supposed to be here. Maybe we should call a tow truck.”

“Fuck that. Spike, you and I will push the car.”

He wiped the sweat from his brow and removed his leather cut, followed by his t-shirt. I stared at the muscles rippling his abdomen and started when Spike winked at me. Cain quickly followed suit, discomfort from the heat overriding his need to wear his colors.

I walked by them, quietly admiring their bodies as I put the still smoking car in neutral. They maneuvered the car down the street, their muscles straining as they pushed the car.

We pulled into the auto shop at last and Cain fired a few times in the shop to disperse everyone from the place.

“Take a walk,” he roared at them.

I leaned against the wall of a derelict building as Cain tinkered with the car he bought me. Spike had the radio turned on way too loud. The bass boomed under my feet and rattled the remaining windows of the derelict building.

“Are you done yet?”

Cain's pale skin was red from the sun and his eyes were bloodshot. The heat made the oil on his back slough off. His shirt hung from his back pocket and he dug in the trunk to find tools.

“I need…something to unscrew the…”

Spike leaned on the car door and laughed at his VP. “You have no idea what the hell you’re doing.”

The thinning of Cain's lips and the wrinkling of his eyes was hardly a smile. It was best not to antagonize him while he was on Red. “Any more of your smart mouth and I’ll knock your teeth out.”

“Like to see you try,” he snorted.

“Spike!” I shouted.

A group of locals approached us. A short, broad-shouldered man aimed a pipe towards the car. “Turn the music down!”

I smiled as Spike wheeled towards the man who spoke. “Sorry, what? The radio is too loud!”

Red-faced, the man repeated his demand and Spike played dumb, cupping his hand around his ear.

I reached in my purse and patted the gun inside, ready to defend my car from the pipe-wielding bastards.

“TURN IT DOWN!”

One of the men gave Spike a retaliatory shove. Spike stumbled backwards before stepping forward quickly as a slow grin spread across his face.

Big mistake.

With a single roundhouse kick, he sent the offender flying. With roars of outrage, the other man raised their pipes and crashed them over Spike’s back.
Where the hell is Cain?

He was still underneath the car, oblivious to everything going on.

“Cain, get the hell out of there and help Spike!”

The lanky man gave me an almost wounded look. “I don’t need his damn help.”

Even though he took two blows to his back from heavy, lead pipes, he sprang upward, dancing around them with infinite energy. Suddenly a loud crack blasted in my ear and I saw one of the men collapse to the ground screaming.

Spike jumped backwards into the convertible as more shots whizzed out from underneath the car, smashing into ankles. The air was punctuated by cracks of gunshots followed by screams. Finally, everyone was incapacitated or worse.

The blonde man’s sweat-streaked body emerged from underneath the car. He still held his Colt, eyeing the screaming men with supreme indifference. They rolled on the blistering concrete, clutching their feet and legs where they had been shot.

Incredibly, the sound of sirens wailed around us, sounding louder and more distorted than usual. My jaw dropped as red and blue flashes of light glimmered. The flashes of light grew larger and the remaining thugs scampered from the parking lot. In the months since I arrived in Victoria, I had never seen a cop.

“We better split.”

Cain seemed to barely register Spike’s voice. He aimed the gun at a man screaming profanities at them both.

“My fucking leg! You pieces of shit are going to pay for this—”

My heart squeezed suddenly as Cain raised his gun, aimed directly towards his temple.

We’re not even supposed to be in their territory.

“Cain, we need to get out of here,” Spike snapped, all the humor gone from his voice. His curly head turned towards the screeching sirens, which grew louder with every second.

“I don’t
need
to do anything.”

A particularly loud wail made me shudder against the wall. “Cain, he’s right.”

He gave me an icy look that silenced my voice. My arm trembled against my side as Spike looked at me for help. I couldn’t fucking help him. The coke was wearing off and I sunk down the wall as despair swallowed everything.

He tried again, this time giving Cain a crooked grin. “All right, tough guy. You’ve made your point. The police are almost on top of us and I’d rather not get the shit beaten out of me by Crash for getting arrested.”

The pale, grey eyes were fixed on the kneeling, prostrate man. “Crash can’t do shit to me, or anyone else I’m with. With all the money I’m bringing in, I should be fucking President.”

He ground the nozzle between the man’s eyes, as if he had suggested that Cain was not president material.

Spike and I were careful not to meet each other’s eyes. If Cain had uttered that in the clubhouse, Crash would have been well within his rights to remove him from the VP position.

Or order a hit on him.
Killing brothers was strictly forbidden, but that didn’t stop the less honorable. It was known to happen. If caught, a prolonged, painful death on the offender was the punishment. That alone was enough to deter most people.

His head jerked as two police cruisers squealed into the parking lot. I swallowed hard as they slammed their brakes. Spike held his arms up as they burst out.

“Police! Drop your weapon!”

Slowly, Cain raised his head to gaze at the two policemen threatening him almost as if he was bored. A taut leer stretched across his face and he spread his arms, inviting them to shoot his bare chest. A sickening relief filled me with hope.

I definitely won’t cry over his corpse.

“Do you know who I am?”

The cops screamed for him to drop his weapon again as they hid behind their car doors. I hoped that he wasn’t reckless enough to shoot at a cop.

We could get killed.
Spike looked at me over his raised arms, his face was humorless, for once.

“Don’t be a fucking moron, Cain.”

I winced at the insult, but Cain looked amused.

“What happened to your sense of adventure?” He turned back towards the cops. “I’m the Vice President of the Dragons. We have every fucking precinct in our pockets so why don’t you call your commanding officer and get the fuck out of my face.”

“DROP YOUR FUCKING WEAPON!”

The gun clattered loudly to the pavement as he dropped the gun, all the levity gone from his face. His lip curled and I felt a stab of anxiety. None of them knew how dangerous it was to humiliate him. His chest and shoulders were already bright red from the sun and it gave the impression that his rage was burning him from the inside out. He took a step forward.

“Stand back! Don’t move!”

“You think you’re fucking safe behind those sheets of metal you’re hiding behind? I told you, I’m the Vice-President—”

“And I could give a fuck! Hands behind your head!”

His eyes widened as if he could hardly believe what he as seeing.

Maybe I should say something.

Suddenly, he aimed a violent kick to the man still kneeling in front of him. He screamed and doubled over. Spike leapt forward and shoved Cain's chest.

“What the fuck are you doing? Have you completely lost it?”

Cain looked down at the hands that still pushed against his chest. “I’m doing what I want.”

I didn’t like the challenging look he gave Spike. “Cain, please. Spike is your brother. You wouldn’t be doing any of this if you weren’t—”

His eyes flashed at me and I bit my tongue. The cops slowly stood upright, one of them unhooking a pair of handcuffs from his waist.

If you weren’t high.

“Hands behind your head, or I’ll use the Taser!”

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

The venom trembling from his voice made one of the cops pause. Spike backed away as they reached for his arms and yanked them behind his back. His tattoos stretched across his chest as his arms were pulled back, his eyes smoldering at me as if it was my fault.

The two idiots read him his Miranda rights as they led him into the police cruiser and Spike turned to me with a horrified look on his face.

“Did that just happen?”

* * *

My head pounded with the stifling heat inside my car and the drugs I took before made it worse. Anxiety shot into my veins, feeding my paranoia as my eyes swept across the streets. I felt like I was locked in the darkness, drifting out of my body. I watched my red convertible roar through the crumbling streets, heading automatically for Cain's apartment. Spike followed me home. I watched his bike trail behind my car, desperately hoping that he would have a solution for what just happened. Cain was being charged with attempted murder and resisting arrest.