Page 3 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

SOPHIE CRAVEN

Pain pulses through my arms, back, and stomach as I lie curled on the ground. My ears ring so loud it’s like sirens are trapped in my skull.

Who the hell blew up my house?

Correction—Toby’s house.

Big strong hands cup my face. My vision clears just enough to see wild green eyes staring into mine. His long curly blond hair falls around a chiseled jaw. And a nose and lips I’d love to see explore my core.

I blink. Reality rushes back.

This crazy asshole zip tied my hands and ankles.

“Are you okay?” I finally hear him say.

“No, I’m not,” I snap.

“You jumped out of a burning house with me in your arms. I’m in pain. Untie me,” I demand, fire still burning in my chest.

He doesn’t move right away. Instead, he shares a look with the others—his so-called brothers .

I say brothers with venom. The word used to mean something to me, until my own flesh and blood decided his MC was more important than his sister.

Toby didn’t belong to their world. That’s why I let myself fall.

He wore slacks and suits, button-downs and polished shoes. He had that trustworthy, clean-cut look that makes you believe whatever words come out of his mouth.

Now, my head lolls against Mavis’s chest as he runs down an alley with me in his arms like I’m something precious instead of someone broken.

Toby used to be my knight in shining armor.

Now I don’t even know who the hell he is.

And if I’m honest, yesterday wasn’t the first time he hit me.

The first time, he’d done it I thought I was dreaming. But it was indeed a real moment in time.

Tears sting the backs of my eyes, but I won’t let them fall. Not here. Not now.

Was I in danger with Toby? A voice deep inside me whispers yes.

Before I can fight it, my eyes flutter closed as my body gives in.

And I’m still in the arms of my captor.

∞

When I open my eyes again, I notice I’m on a bed. His familiar cologne invades my nostrils. Smells like Mavis, vanilla, cedar, and jasmine. His scent is intoxicating.

Sophie focus. You have to figure out how you’ll get out of this mess you’re in.

A knock sounds on the door. Then someone pushes it open. A head pops in. Long lush coils dangle over her shoulders.

“Sophie, you’re awake.” The woman smiles.

“How do you know my name?” I clip.

“Ruthless asked me to go through your things and find your identification.”

Who the hell is Ruthless?

“He’ll probably have Psycho, our computer guy, dig into your life. You know since you were living with that thief.”

My brows raise. “I wasn’t living with a thief.”

She steps into the room and waves a hand. “How are you feeling?”

My eyes move over her honey brown skin. She has to be in her late thirties. Around the same height as me five -six or a little taller. But she’s beautiful. I mean like runway model gorgeous.

“You’ve driven our Ruthless mad. I’d never seen him behave this way over a woman.”

I guess Ruthless is Mavis.

I tsk. “I assure you?”

“Tonya,” she replies. “Legos’ OL’ Lady.”

“He’s got a thing for my boyfriend, Toby. Ex boyfriend,” I mutter.

“I’m just collateral damage.”

I shake my head. “Wait, Legos?”

“His real name is Lincoln. But they call him Legos because he likes to stack bodies like Legos.”

What the fuck? Great Mavis left me with a bunch of killers.

My gaze moves over her leather cut, t-shirt, jeans, and boots.

She pulls a Glock from the small of her back. “I’m sure you have to go to the bathroom. I’m going to help you do that. If you make one wrong move, well, you’ll be badly wounded. Can’t kill you because Ruthless would lose it.”

Bile rises in my throat. And I nod.

She frees me from my zip ties and I massage my wrists as I step out the door.

My eyes move over the clubhouse. Dull wooden floors that could use a good shine.

Black painted walls. The expansive wooden bar is fully stocked with liquor.

There’s a big burly guy pouring drinks for several bikers.

I notice some other guys playing poker to the right.

It just happens to be my favorite game. I smile at the memory when I played poker at my brother’s clubhouse.

I glance to the left and notice the shower inside the bathroom off Mavis’s room.

“Can I please take a shower?” I asks.

“Poor thing looks like you don’t have any fight left in you,” Tonya pouts.

Boy is she wrong. Trying to run when theirs a ton of bikers in the bar wouldn’t be smart on my end. I’ll have to gain Mavis’s trust to get out of my captors hold.

She yells for some guy to bring my bag over. Still holding the gun on me she allows me to get a few clothing and personal items out of the bag.

“If you lock the door, I have the key. If you try to escape, there are prospects waiting in the yard right outside to collect you.”

I grew up in the life. I know all too well how it works.

“Thank you.” I muster a smile.

After closing the door, I relieve myself, pull my hair into a ponytail, and tug on my bonnet. Once I’ve undressed, I climb into the shower. The scalding hot water rains down on my body.

Being in this motorcycle club brings up good and bad memories.

My mother Beverly was a middle school teacher and my dad Antoine Craven Sr. was a welder and Prez of Chi Hellraisers.

He eventually stepped down and passed the throne to my big brother, Antoine Jr.

I wasn’t allowed in the clubhouse until I was eighteen. Even then, I was off limits.

Brunner approached me when I started coming around with a couple of my friends.

He always made me laugh. Antoine had a talk with him.

Told him I was off limits. Said I was getting ready to go off to college and that I was a good girl and not to be touched.

I think Brunner hated my brother. Felt like he was trying to say I was too good for him.

My brother just didn’t want me to throw away my education.

I felt he knew something else about Brunner, too.

One night, I went to the clubhouse to chill with my brother. The clubhouse was deserted. Brunner stepped to the bar.

“Hey, Sophie. What are you drinking tonight?”

His big brown eyes shimmered.

“I’m not drinking tonight. I’m riding my motorcycle. I’ll take a sprite.” I grinned while taking a seat at the bar.

He sipped a beer as he placed a sprite in front of me.

“Is my brother here?” I asked.

“No,” he replied.

I didn’t tell him I was meeting my brother here. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to chill with Brunner for a moment. He was a big guy and fine. I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I was ready to attend Northwestern University.

Brunner sat facing me on the stool. He pushed a curl out of my face. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I blushed. “Thank you.”

His big hand landed on my bare thigh near the hem of my jean shorts. “Chill with me tonight.”

“I can’t. I’m hanging with my friends later.”

“Your college friends?” he asked. There was a bite in his tone.

“Listen, we’re cool. I like talking to you but I’m not looking for more than that.”

“Why? You don’t think I’m good enough for you?” he sneers.

My heart races in my chest.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend right now.”

Gripping my thighs he pulled me into his lap. “So you’re looking for a hookup.” His lips came down on my neck.

I pushed at his massive chest. “No, I don’t want to have sex.”

He gruffly palmed my breast. “You know you want to give me that pussy.”

I felt sick to my stomach. “I’m not ready to have sex yet.”

He paused when he caught the meaning of my words, then continued groping my body.

“You're a virgin. Good. Don’t worry baby. I’ll make your first time memorable.”

He stalked toward a room in the back of the clubhouse.

“No, stop. Please stop. I don’t want to give you, my virginity. I’m not ready to have sex. Let me go, Brunner.”

He slammed me onto his mattress. Brunner ripped my shirt in half with one quick move.

His eyes glaze over as they stare at my nipples hanging haphazardly out of the bra.

“You’re going to take my big dick and love it.”

He unbuckled his jeans and tears slipped down my cheeks. His massive dick sprung free.

“Please no,” I cried.

He held one of my hands over my head and yanked my other hand forcing me to touch it. Sobs escaped me as he ran my hand up and down his chocolate abs.

“You’ll never forget this special moment together,” he murmured.

I smacked a palm against his abs as he yanked my shorts and panties off in one fell swoop. I kicked him as hard as I could. That only intensified his craving.

“Let me go. Please. Don’t do this,” I pleaded. I felt like I was fighting a losing battle, trying to fight him with one hand. He shoved his muscled frame between my legs. I couldn’t kick my way out of this situation.

“I wanted you for a long time. Now is my time to slide into that virgin pussy.”

His huge frame covered my body as he lined his dick up at my entrance. Teeth bared, I tried to push him back.

He was so strong.

“So pretty,” he grinned. “And mine for the taking.”

Just as he tried to force himself inside me. I heard a loud thud then a wet twist.

“What the fuck?” Brunner said, reaching for his back.

“Get the fuck off my sister,” Antoine growled.

I tried slipping from beneath him, but he was too heavy.

There was another barely audible thud. My brother tossed Brunner to the floor like a sack of boulders.

“Sophie, you’re ok now.” He placed a blanket around my body. I’m going to put you in my office while I take care of him.”

“No, no, no.” I snapped out of my haze and adrenaline pumped through me. We…handle…him…together.”

Squeezing my eyes shut again a sob escapes as I come back from that memory. It’s just a matter of time before Brunner’s family comes looking for him again.

My brother said it’s best I don’t come back to the clubhouse. I haven’t spoken to my brother in seven years. I miss him so much.

My thoughts go to earlier today. “Was that rocket launcher for me?”