Page 11 of Reign (Kings of Chaos & Mayhem #8)

Spade

Dead Man Choking

Trying to talk Asher off the ledge is like talking to a wall. It’s getting me absolutely nowhere.

“The Doc is getting them taken care of. I’m going to drop you off at his office. He’s better equipped there than any hospital around here, and he won’t ask questions. I just need you to calm the fuck down,” I shout, and he looks at me with malice in his eyes.

“Do you understand what it feels like to want to fucking kill the motherfucker who hurt the people you love only to find out you can’t?” he yells back, and I nod.

“Bro, did you hit your head tonight? Did you forget who I am and who I’m married to?

Of course, I know the feeling all too well.

It’s maddening, yes, and I promise I will talk it over with my brothers and see if we can come up with a solution of how to take him out quietly.

I don’t need you getting yourself locked up!

Do you understand me, Ash? This is not a game! ” I tell him, and he punches the dash.

“Hey, this isn’t my car, and my wife will put a bullet in your head, so chill out!” I growl, and he sits back, folding his arms over his chest.

“I should’ve killed him when I had the chance,” he seethes, and I laugh.

“This feels like déjà vu. I’m only going to tell you this once.

After everything is said and done, he’s going to taunt you with this.

You’re going to see him around campus, and I need you to rein it in.

You cannot touch him until I say so. If you do, it might cost you your life, and even I can’t help you.

Jade might, but I can’t promise that,” I tell him, and he nods.

“I understand, Spade. I get it. It just sucks. The girls don’t even know what I do with you and the crew. I haven’t told them yet. We’ve just been enjoying one another,” he tells me, and I laugh.

“Don’t be like me and keep secrets from the ones you love. All it does is ruin everything you worked so hard to build,” I say, and he nods again.

“I planned on telling them tonight after the meet, but then this all happened,” he grunts.

“Still tell them when you can. They would rather hear it from you than anyone else,” I say, looking over at him.

He looks at me with such sadness and worry in his eyes.

I feel so fucking bad for him because I know he’s literally flipping out inside and trying to keep it together on the outside. That feeling is so fucking real for me.

My phone rings as we pull up to the Doc's office, but I let it go to voicemail so I can get Asher settled.

“Go be with your girls. Call me later with an update, and I promise to have something for you by the end of the week. Just please, for the love of God, Ash, sit fucking tight,” I beg ?him, and he nods, pulling me into a hug.

“Thanks for coming Spade, I appreciate you and everything you’ve done tonight. Talk soon,” he says, releasing me and hopping out of the truck. Taking a deep breath, I get back on the road towards the Mill. What a fucking night!

Taking out my phone, I see I have a missed call from Ryder and a text from Slash. Opening up the message, I press play on the video and see Ryder dancing with a biker and drinking straight from the bottle. After the video is finished, I read the text.

Slash:

He’s going to do something he regrets. You should come get him and take him home where he belongs.

Me:

Roger that. I’ll be there in twenty.

Setting my phone down, I take out a joint from the center console and spark it, taking a tremendous pull.

Might as well get high for the shitstorm I’m about to enter.

Fuck my fucking life with this shit. I should’ve told him; then he wouldn’t have left, and he certainly wouldn’t be drunk and rubbing up on some fucking biker.

The closer I get to the clubhouse, the more my blood boils.

Ryder is as thickheaded as they come. Pun intended.

He loves to run and self-destruct any time shit goes south, and I need it to end tonight.

If he doesn’t love me anymore and truly wants things to be done, I will respect that but only after he hears me out.

I refuse to wash everything we built down the drain.

Stopping at the gates of the clubhouse, I wave to Gimpy, and he lets me enter.

Pulling into the parking lot, I get out of the truck and walk towards the doors, but stop in my tracks when familiar moans greet my ears.

My fists tighten as my legs take me toward the sounds.

I round the side of the building and immediately reach for the knife in my holster that’s attached to my waist. Ryder is leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette, and moaning as some prick is on his knees with my man's cock down his throat.

He pulls at the man's hair, groaning loudly as he takes another pull of his cigarette.

“Fucking take that shit!” he moans, enjoying every second of what he is doing as my heart sinks in my chest while watching him enjoy another man.

He takes another drag before flicking it, hitting me in the chest with it.

It’s not until then that he notices me standing here with narrowed eyes, holding a blade in my hand.

The smirk he gives me has my feet moving faster, causing his eyes to widen in fear as the shiny metal of the blade reflects off the moonlight with every lethal step I take towards them.

“Spade, I can explain,” he panics, and I smile.

“Awe, my little biker bitch finally wants to talk, aye,” I chastise as the man continues sucking his cock, not giving a fuck about what is going on around him. “Does his mouth feel good on you, Ry?” I ask, cocking a brow as I saddle up right behind the prick.

“Reid, don’t!” He warns, but it’s too late.

I grab the prick by his hair and drag my knife across his throat, letting his warm blood coat my hand.

As he chokes, I shove his head further down Ryder's length, gagging the motherfucker while Ryder tries to stop me and pull the guy off, but I bring the blade up to his face, digging it into his Adam's apple.

“Cum or you will be next,” I command, using the man's head to slide up and down Ryder's length.

“No, Reid, don’t make me do this!” he begs, and I laugh.

“You did this shit to yourself. Now CUM!” I yell, pressing then pulling the man by his hair up and down his cock.

“I can’t, Reid. I’m too drunk for this!” he cries out when I apply more pressure to his Adam's apple with my blade.

“Should’ve thought of that before you had some piece of shit on his knees for you!

You may be mad at me for lying, but this—I’m utterly disgusted with you!

How would you feel if I walked my happy ass into that clubhouse and fucked some dude while you watched?

How would you feel then?” I ask, and he growls, shoving the guy off of him and slapping the knife from my grip, wrapping his hand around my throat, spinning me around and pressing me against the building.

“I’d fucking kill him. I’d fucking remove his head from his body along with his cock. You’re fucking mine. No one touches what's mine,” he growls, and I smirk.

“Hence why Billy Bob here is dead. I don’t give a fuck if you told me we were done!

I don’t give a fuck that you ran! You are my fucking property, and if I ever see another man touch you, I will fucking kill you!

” I threaten, and he slams his lips against mine, moaning into my mouth.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling at his hair as my tongue swirls around his.

He presses his body against me, grinding his hips against my hard cock, and I pull his hair even harder, making him growl into my mouth.

I suck his tongue as his hand unbuttons my jeans and zipper, sliding his hand down my length, running his thumb over my leaking tip.

“Fuck, Ry,” I pant.

“I missed you, Reid. I’m so sorry for doing what I just did!” he says, kissing my face and jaw down to my neck, biting into my flesh.

“I’m sorry I lied, Ry. I’m so fucking sorry. I promise never to do it again,” I whimper as his hand strokes my cock, making my legs tremble.

“I love you, Reid. So fucking much, baby,” he confesses, making me want him inside me so fucking bad, but my phone blares and I growl, knowing the ringtone all too well.

“Shit, I have to get it. It’s Dario,” I pant, reaching into my jeans and taking it out as he continues to jerk me faster and faster. Pressing the green button, I bring the phone to my ear.

“What,” I grit

“Get to the Mill now! Jade was attacked! Call O make sure the kids are safe, but get your fucking ass back here!” he screams.

“Wh-what? What the fuck did you just say?” I ask, swatting Ryder's hand from my cock. I cannot focus otherwise!

“Jesus Christ, Spade. Fucking focus for a second! Call O, make sure the kids are safe, then get your ass back here. Our wife was fucking attacked!” he screams again, and my ass is running back to the truck with Ryder on my tail.

“Be there in 10,” I tell him and end the call.

“What the fuck happened?” he asks, handing me my knife back as I slam my fists against the hood of the G-Wagon.

“Call O, make sure the kids are good. Jade was attacked. Let’s roll!” I seethe, getting into the truck and peeling out of the parking lot. Murder is all I fucking see tonight! I hope whoever did this realizes who the fuck they just messed with!