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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

HAP

2 hours ago

“See? They’re just partying. It’s nothing,” Cash says, pointing out to the screen. Ghost gives him a look that says bullshit.

We watch as they all run towards the door, and I quickly move to the edge of my seat. “Fuck, what are they up to?” I ask.

Ghost sighs and throws his head back. “I fucking knew it.”

“Can’t you flick to the outside cameras?” I ask.

Ghost shakes his head. “I have them running on a different operating system. Just in case someone tried to cut the feed. Then there should always be one running. For me to access it, I need Cash to log in via his laptop,” Ghost states, looking at Cash.

Cash exhales. “Looks like I’m getting the laptop,” he says as he gets up from the couch.

“I wouldn’t worry. It’s not like they can take out the guys on the door.” Hawk shrugs.

“Dixie could,” Rage mutters.

“Dixie?” Beast presses, likely thinking the same as us. She’s the tiniest out of all of them.

Rage nods. “Yeah, she’s a nurse, remember? She knows exactly what drugs to give someone to knock them out.”

“Shit, he’s got a point,” Spider adds.

“Cash! Hurry the fuck up!” Ghost barks.

“Alright, alright, keep your fucking hair on. I had to hunt it down. Everything is a mess. It’s not like we are back at the club,” Cash says, tutting. He takes a seat, and as he goes to turn the laptop on, he sighs. “Dead battery. Hang on, I will get the charger.” He stands, but as he goes to walk out of the room, there’s a flash on the screen, then the cameras go blank.

Ghost jumps to his feet. “What the fuck was that?” he barks.

“Bomb,” Rage growls, getting to his feet.

We all move to the front door, each of us with our phones in our hands, ringing the ol’ ladies over and over again. No answer.

“Queenie, stay here and watch the kids!” Ghost calls out. We quickly jump on our bikes, fighting the panic I know we all must be feeling. We speed to the clubhouse, but my mind is so consumed with Alina. She better be alive. Fuck, if something’s happened to her, to my unborn kid.

As we ride close to the club, a thick black cloud is visible in the sky. Fuck. My heart races in my chest. I pull down on my throttle, pushing my bike to its limit, each of my brothers doing the same, not giving a fuck. Our only focus is making sure they’re okay. Sweat trickles down my spine as images of Alina lying hurt and lifeless on the ground flicker through my mind. We turn into the parking lot of the club and see huge flames engulfing the building.

I skid to a halt and jump off my bike. “ALINA!” I yell, running toward the club.

“STAR!” Ghost roars.

“BELLE!” Beast bellows.

“JOSIE!” Hawk shouts.

“MAGGIE!” CASH yells, running to the side of the building to look for a way in.

“NOVA!” Spider calls out, his hand gripping his hair in desperation.

“RHEA!” Acid hollers, his voice cracking with emotion.

“ELSIE!” Scar barks. He looks at me, and I see fear swimming in his gaze, mirroring my own.

“Wait, where is Rage?” I ask, looking around. As I say the words, Rage is dragging one of the bodyguards across the parking lot. He dumps his body on the ground and goes back for the other, his clothes and skin covered in black soot. “Rage, don’t!” I yell after him, watching as he seemingly carelessly walks into open flames. He comes out a moment later, dragging the other guy.

Spider quickly checks them over. “Both alive,” he states.

I look at Rage. “How are you so fucking calm?” I ask.

“Because they aren’t here,” he states.

“How do you?” I start, but he cuts me off.

“The van is gone,” he says, gesturing to the parking lot. I look around, and I realise he is right.

“Fuck!” Ghost roars, gripping his hair. He pulls out his cell and places it to his ear. “Woman, I swear to fucking god, you will not be able to sit down for a fucking week by the time I’m through with you,” he growls before disconnecting.

Cash walks over. “Firemen are on their way. I’ve rung Jared. He’s on his way to calm the police presence,” he states.

“Fuck, I thought I’d fucking lost Nova,” Spider sighs, rubbing at his chest.

We all nod, feeling the same as him. “For once, I feel fucking relieved that they snuck off,” I say on a long breath.

“Fuck, I want to hold her and spank her fucking ass all at the same time,” Beast complains.

“Star will get my fucking hand around her throat for this,” Ghost growls, the anger just radiating off him.

It took the firefighters over an hour to put the fire out. The women were still not back yet, and all of us were getting more and more irritated.

Jared comes over and stands next to us, surveying the damage. “Shit, you need to end Eugene,” he sighs.

“It ain’t for want of trying,” Ghost states through gritted teeth.

“I know. He’s a slippery son of a bitch,” Jared agrees.

“Can’t you fucking do something?” Beast asks him.

“Not without getting caught. I’ve already pushed my limits by sharing the information I had with you. Now I’ve got my boss sniffing around my ass,” Jared sighs.

“I know, man. We appreciate what you’ve done for us. Just feels like we keep getting a dead end at every fucking turn,” Ghost sighs. “And now the fucker has destroyed what we have built and worked for.” Ghost gestures to the smoking shell of the club.

“Well, I’ve made sure your local PD put this down as a gas leak. The less commotion this causes, the better. Eugene has eyes everywhere. He will be watching right fucking now, believe me. Even in my fucking team,” Jared hisses.

Ghost raises a brow. “Care to enlighten us on that?” he asks.

Jared looks at Ghost and opens his mouth to answer him, but his gaze catches something behind us. I turn and see the black van pull in. Dixie’s eyes are wide as she takes in the scene. Ghost follows his gaze, a deep growl rumbling from his chest.

“This isn’t finished,” Ghost states to Jared.

Jared’s lips twitch, fighting back a smile as Ghost storms to the van and yanks the door open. We hear Star let out a scream as Ghost grabs her and throws her over his shoulder before walking off. The rest of the ol’ ladies each get out, and one by one the brothers grab them and hold them close.

“Tell Ghost I will be in touch,” he says with a nod before he walks to his car.

I walk to the van, and Alina is the last one to get out. I grab her hand in mine and lead her to my bike. As I place the helmet on her head, she stares at the club with a stunned face.

“What happened?” she breathes out.

I swing my leg over the bike. “Get on,” I order. Thankfully, she doesn’t protest, doing as she’s told, wrapping her arms around me tight. It’s taking everything in me not to fuck her right here, right fucking now, on the back of my bike. The fear I felt thinking I had lost her, then the fucking mixture of fury and relief that she had fucked off to who knows where, doing fuck knows what. I want to make her punish her and pleasure her all at once.

I don’t ride back to the safe house. Instead, I ride us home, wanting her in my bed, in my fucking house. I press the button for the gates to open, then I speed up the drive, making her grip tighten around me. Coming to a stop, I swiftly kill the engine. She moves and gets off the bike. I get off and grab her hand, not giving her a chance to remove the helmet before I storm up the steps to the house and unlock the door.

“Hap, slow down,” she protests.

I kick the door shut behind us, then reset the alarm before I turn on her. I unclasp the clip of the helmet and chuck it to the floor with a loud clatter, making her jump. Her eyes search mine, trying to read my mood. I don’t say a word as I take her hand in mine and lead her upstairs into our bedroom. Once we are in the middle of the room, I let go of her. Turning around, I close the door before I kick off my boots and remove my cut and T-shirt. She stands there unmoving, her eyes watching me, anxiously nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Take your clothes off,” I order, my tone firm and sharp.

I unbutton my jeans before I take a seat on the chair in the far corner, keeping my eyes on her as she slowly removes that tiny cheerleader outfit. She stops, standing there in nothing but her black lace underwear. I allow my eyes to roam over her body, taking in every curve of her fucking delectable body. My eyes linger on the small curve of her growing stomach. Mine.

“Come here,” I order, my voice low.

She closes the distance between us until she’s standing between my outstretched legs. I lean forward and glide my hands up the back of her bare thighs to the curve of her behind. I look up at her as I place a kiss on her bump.

“I thought you were fucking dead. Seeing that fire, I thought I had lost you. Both of you,” I growl.

She traces her fingers along my jaw. “I’m so sorry. We—” she starts to explain, but I interrupt her.

“I don’t fucking care where you were. What I want is to feel you. I want to punish you for making me feel that. I want to feel and touch every fucking inch of you. I want you to beg me. I want you to fucking scream my name until your throat is sore,” I rasp, hooking my fingers into her lace thong and gliding them slowly down her thighs. “I want to feel your nails scratch down my back, drawing fucking blood as you buck and writhe beneath me,” I breathe as I glide my nose along her slit, inhaling her scent and arousal. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I lightly glide my tongue between her folds. “I want you to feel everything I fucking felt,” I growl, nipping just above her clit, making her gasp and flinch. I thrust my tongue between her folds, circling her clit, not wasting any more time.

I grip her behind, keeping her pinned to my mouth as I take what I want. Her taste and her scent drive me on like a man fucking possessed. I suck her clit, making her cry out. My cock is painfully hard, but as fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, her panting quickens, and I feel her muscles begin to convulse.

“Hap, fuck, Hap,” she moans. I watch as her body builds and builds to reach its climax, her hips bucking against my mouth. Just as she is about to orgasm, I stop. Releasing my hold on her, I lean back in the chair, casually draping my arms on the side of it. She whimpers, wobbling slightly on her feet, her eyes wide as she looks down at me.

I free my hard length, gripping it tightly in my fist, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “Get on your knees,” I order. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest still heaving, her body desperate for release, but her tongue slowly glides across her bottom lip as she lowers herself to her knees. Leaning forward, her eyes are full of desire for my hard and dripping cock. “Open that pretty fucking mouth of yours baby, and take my cock deep until I’m hitting the back of your throat,” I growl.

Her delicate hand grabs the base of my length, and she opens her mouth, slowly taking me in inch by inch.

“Eyes on me,” I demand through gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in me not to explode as I watch her lips stretch around me, taking me so deep I feel her gag against the head of my cock. “Good girl,” I groan.

She moves her head, sucking up and down my length, her tongue swirling around the head. A moan escapes her when she tastes the pre-cum, and I gather her hair in my fist at the back of her head as she sucks me harder and faster, each time hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes remain on me as she frantically fucks my cock with her mouth. She reaches up and cups my balls with her other hand, rolling and squeezing them.

“Fuck!” I pant. “You going to take my cum, baby? You going to swallow everything I give you?” I ask through gritted teeth as the pleasure builds deep within me. I’m finding it harder to hold back my climax. She moans in response, sucking harder. I can’t hold back any longer as pleasure erupts through me. “Fuck!” I roar as my orgasm explodes, shooting a fountain of cum down her throat.

She moans as she swallows every drop, slowing her movements.

I try to catch my breath, but I need to touch her. I take her chin in my hand, stopping her, and run my thumb along her lower lip, catching a small drip of my cum. I glide my thumb into her mouth.

“You missed a bit,” I pant. She swipes her tongue over the pad of my thumb, making my cock twitch. I swear there isn’t anything this woman can’t do that won’t get me hard. “On the edge of the bed, on all fours,” I order. I release her chin, and she slowly stands and walks over to the bed, climbing on all fours. I stand and remove my jeans before moving to stand behind her. I unclasp her bra, letting it fall away, and as my eyes trail down, I can see her glistening arousal between her slit. I glide my finger along it. “Fucking dripping wet,” I groan.

She whimpers as I slowly and painfully glide my finger inside her and then around her clit, not quite touching where she wants it, where she needs it. Her body trembles from my touch.

I lean forward with my other hand and cup her breast, rolling her nipple between my forefinger and thumb, giving it a slight pinch.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Say my name, baby,” I demand.

“Please, Hap,” she pants as I add another finger into her soaking wet cunt.

“No. I want you to call me by my real name, Khai. Beg for me, baby,” I order, moving my fingers in and out of her, curling them and hitting the spot she so desperately desires.

“Khai! Please. Oh god,” she moans.

“Good girl,” I moan, rewarding her. Her walls begin to clamp around my fingers, and her orgasm is on the cusp of exploding. I quickly remove my fingers, making her cry out.

“No!” she wails.

I lift my palm and bring it down hard across the peachy flesh of her behind. “Are you desperate for me? Is your body craving me? Craving the release?” I rasp as I slap my palm down again before caressing her now pink cheek.

She moans, moving her hand between her legs in desperation for release. I slap my palm down one more time before I grab her hips and flip her onto her back, causing her to gasp in surprise. Grabbing both her wrists, I pin them above her head. Resting my length at her centre, I rock my hips slowly, gliding my cock through her soaking wet slit, teasing her, and making her writhe as she lifts her hips, trying to chase that release.

“You want my cock?” I ask.

Her hooded eyes, full of desperation and desire, stare back at me. “Please, Khai. I need you,” she pleads.

I move slightly, resting the head of my cock at her opening. “That desperation, that longing, is how I felt. Needing you, needing to touch you and feel you. My heart and my body ached, wanting to know you were okay. You’re not going to do that to me again, are you?” I confess, my eyes searing into hers.

She blinks a few times, a single tear escaping as she understood and realised what I’m telling her. “No, I’m yours,” she breathes.

“Good girl,” I say through gritted teeth as I surge into her, gilling her with one thrust. She cries out, arching her back. I pull out, only to slam into her again and again, her walls already tightening. Her legs clamp around my waist as I finally reward her with the orgasm she has been desperate for.

“Fuck! Fuck!” she cries out, her body trembling beneath me.

It takes everything within me to not cum with her, wanting to give her more, wanting her to scream my name while I’m buried deep inside her. I release her wrists and continue to relentlessly fuck her, pounding into her over and over again. Our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat, her full tits bouncing with every hard thrust. She pants and cries beneath me as I don’t ease up, wanting and demanding more from her. I lean on my elbow as I take her mouth, biting on her lip and drawing blood. I groan as a metallic taste coats our tongues. I feel her walls again tightening around me, her nails painfully digging into my back, marking me. “

Oh god,” she whimpers.

“No, baby. It’s all fucking me. It’s my name you scream. Scream my fucking name baby, right now,” I groan. I relentlessly pound into her, making her screams echo around the room.

“I’m cuming Khai! Fuck. Khai!” she screams, her voice breaking. I feel her tight little cunt milking me as pleasure explodes from the base of my spine, my orgasm igniting within me.

“Fuck, baby,” I growl as I thrust deep inside her, filling her with my cum. I lean over her on my elbows, panting, trying to get my breath back.

Alina runs her nails along the back of my neck to my shoulders, then she says something that hits me right in my fucking soul.

“I’m falling in love with you Khai, and I am fucking terrified,” she whispers.