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Locke

Home sweet home. I’m glad to be back after the last couple of days away. I’m dead tired, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be sleeping. Sleep isn’t something that comes easily for me. Not anymore. Not with those dreams and demons keeping me awake at night.

We pull through the gate and up to the clubhouse when I see all the bikes parked out front. I shake my head as we pull up and park, climbing off my bike.

“So much for sleep,” I say as the others follow behind me.

“Looks that way. I’m fuckin’ dead tired, too,” Hodge says. I nod my head, knowing that feeling all too well. I pull out a cigarette and light it up before looking over at Hodge and offering him one.

“Though you quit?” he asks while I nod my head.

“Thought so, too.” He chuckles and takes one, lighting it up.

“We all quit at least once. Doesn’t mean shit, yeah?” he asks. I nod once more. He’s right. Doesn’t mean shit. Sometimes, I just need something else to focus on or keep my head straight.

“My head’s just a fucked up place, yeah? Can’t sleep. Can’t focus for shit. You would think this shit would stop, but it doesn’t.”

“You wanna talk about it?” Hodge asks.

“No. Nothin’ to say, really,” I tell him. I don’t do that. I don’t talk about my feelings and shit with the guys. I know I can if I wanted to, and they would listen because they’re my brothers, but that’s just not me.

“Well, I’m here. You know that. Let’s go fuckin’ get wasted and pass the fuck out,” he says as he turns and heads for the door. I chuckle and follow behind him, figuring that’s the only way I’m going to get any kind of sleep anyway.

We step inside, and everyone greets us. The club girls bring us drinks with smiles on their faces. The place is packed, just like I should have known it would be on a Saturday night.

Janie, one of the club girls, brings more drinks and sets them on the table in front of us before Hodge grabs her and pulls her into his lap. She giggles as she takes the seat you know she wanted.

“So, Locke. I brought a new friend tonight. You want to meet her?” she asks as she plays with her long, curly hair.

“Sure. Why the hell not.” She isn’t going to be what I want, and I already know that, but maybe it will keep the thoughts of Kiki from running wild in my head.

Janie waves someone over as I down another drink. The girl with red hair sits on my lap and squirms a little as I wrap my arm around her waist.

She makes herself comfortable, but when I look up at her as she turns her head, I flip my shit. I shove her off my lap, watching her ass fall to the floor before I’m on my feet.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here? How’d you get in here?” I roar as I watch her climb off the floor and wipe her ass with her hands.

“I’ll take it you’re not happy to see me,” she taunts as Hodge stands and comes to my side.

“What’s goin’ on? She need to leave?” he asks, looking between us.

“She needs to do more than that,” I tell him. That’s when the little bitch steps forward and rests her hand on my chest. Slowly, she runs her hand down my chest toward my stomach when I reach up and grab her wrist roughly, jerking her into me.

“You have no fuckin’ business puttin’ your hands on me. You got a death wish?” I growl in her face.

“You wouldn’t kill me.”

“You don’t think so? Try me.”

“What the hell is this? The man said you need to go, so let’s go,” Hodge says as he grabs her other arm and rips her away from me. I watch as he drags her through the room and out the front door. I run my hand through my hair as I glance around the room, glad that no one is paying us much attention.

“What was that?” Pitch asks, pointing toward the door. I wipe my hand down my face as I shake my head.

“That’s my fuckin’ past comin’ back to haunt me, brother.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I snap at him as I walk away and head toward Duke.

“Where is everyone?”

“Who?”

“Kiki? Trey?”

“Oh, they went to the back to smoke a joint,” he says. I nod my head and turn to head in that direction. Why I need to see her is beyond me, but I do. I storm down the hall when I hear laughter coming from Trey’s room. I shove the door open and find a few of the guys and girls laughing, but it’s Kiki I have my eyes on. She’s passed out, and Trey is kissing her neck.

Fire rips through my veins as I watch him fumble with the button on her shirt. Like fuck he will be touching her. I should rip his fucking throat out for kissing her. Cut his fucking tongue from his mouth. Instead, I storm over there and rip him away from her, tossing him to the floor. He bounces back like a goddamn rubber band and comes at me swinging.

I dodge the punch and slam my fist into his face, causing him to stumble back.

“You just gonna fuck the girl while she’s passed out?” I growl as the others come to see what’s happening. Remy places his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down and pull me back a step, but I spin around on him.

“Fuckin’ touch me one more time, and I’ll knock your ass out, too,” I warn him. He raises his hands and steps back as I walk toward Kiki. She blinks her eyes rapidly, trying to focus on what’s happening right now.

“Get up,” I demand. She shakes her head slowly as I raise an eyebrow. That’s all she needed to stand to her feet. She’s wobbly and stumbles a little when I reach over and steady her with one hand.

“You ever try to fuck someone that’s passed out, I’ll fuckin’ gut you. You ever put a fuckin’ hand anywhere near her again, I will kill you.” Now I wrap my arm around Kiki and lead her out of the room and down the hall to my room. Once we’re inside, I shove her against the wall and stand in front of her, breathing heavily. I want to take her. I want to fuck some sense into her. There’s a list of things I’d like to do to this girl right now, but when she looks up at me the way she does, my cock responds.

“What the fuck were you doin’ in his room?”

“I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? He was about to fuck your passed-out body!” I roar louder this time. She jerks and shrugs her shoulder.

“Maybe I wanted to be fucked.”

“Is that it? Is that what you want?” She smirks at me and I lose control of myself. I grab the front of her shirt and rip the buttons right off, exposing the little bra she has on. My cock springs to life as I look her up and down.

“Goddamn it, Kiki,” I growl as I lean in and brush my lips over her neck. I lick the spot Trey sucked on, and then I suck harder. I replace his mark with my own. Moans fall from Kiki’s lips as I fucking mark the girl. What the hell am I doing? Gunner is going to kill my ass, except I don’t seem to care at the moment.

I lick my way across her shoulder before I pull back and tear the bra off her body. She gasps as she watches me toss it to the floor. Then, I’m back to devouring her. Every goddamn inch of her is mine. I don’t give a fuck if Gunner likes it. I don’t care if Hodge kicks my ass. This is it. This is what I fucking want. I want her. She calms the demons. She keeps them at bay.

I move to her mouth next and kiss her like she’s the air I need to breathe. I bruise her lips with mine, kissing her until she can’t breathe. I pull back when I taste the saltiness of a tear. I look at her face, tears running down her cheek.

What the hell am I doing? She’s been drinking. I can’t do this. I can’t take her. Then her hand comes out to touch my chest and everything else just seems to fade away. It’s only her and me. And those goddamn tears. Did I go too fast for her? Is this wrong? I step back and slam my fist against the wall as I scream the word fuck. Then I turn and walk away from her. I have to. I can’t ruin her. I can’t ruin the girl who’s standing there looking at me like I’m her goddamn savior.