Page 29 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY

NYX

I wake with Morrigan’s naked body wrapped around me, her head on my chest. Her silken dark hair is cascading around her, and as I gently run my fingers through her hair, I love how it feels.

It’s been four days since that night in the shed; four fucking days of the best mind blowing sex I’ve ever had.

She is insatiable. I want her as mine. The thought of anyone else touching her ignites a rage deep inside me, but that’s far from reality right now.

One being if I even mentioned that she would probably run for the hills never to be seen again.

Two, I’m still CIA, and she’s still most likely a wanted woman for the crimes she’s committed protecting women, and while I stand with her, and the club for what they do, I don’t think any fucking judge will see it that way, especially after technically kidnapping me for nearly two weeks.

Plus, finally, we still don’t know the status of Henry, and that is something we need to deal with sooner rather than later.

As much as I would like to hide here and ignore the real world and just keep my dick buried in her pussy, I can’t.

There’s a knock at the door before it opens and Eden walks in.

Her eyes take in the sight before her, and a warm smile plays on her lips.

“We need to talk,” she whispers, walking over with a key to the cuffs.

Morrigan still doesn’t trust me enough to release me, and if I’m honest, I like having an excuse to be close to her.

“Me?” I ask on a whisper, not wanting to disturb Morrigan.

Eden nods, placing her index finger to her lips, signalling me to be quiet. I carefully roll Morrigan over. She moans and mumbles in her sleep, making me smile. I place a kiss on the top of her head before getting out of bed.

“Oh god,” Eden gasps, catching my naked self. She quickly turns her back while I pull on my jeans.

“All good,” I whisper, laughing at her embarrassment.

She walks quickly ahead of me out of the room, and I follow behind her, closing the door quietly behind me.

She turns at the end of the hall to the open lounge area from the opposite end of the bar. There sits Bernie and Betsy. Bernie’s eyes sweep over my bare chest, and she grins.

“Bernie, stop eye fucking Morrigan’s boyfriend,” Eden tuts, noticing it too.

“I wasn’t. I’m an old lady. I’m just looking on with appreciation.” Bernie grins.

“Not her boyfriend,” I state as I take a seat and pick up a cup of coffee left for me.

“Boyfriend, no. You are hers, and she is yours. When you’ve both pulled your heads out of your asses, you might see that you two are in fact an item. However, until that time, you’re just you and she is just her,” Bernie says, frowning and getting confused over her own words.

“Jesus, can we get back to the matter at hand?” Betsy chastises, pushing her glasses up her nose while avoiding eye contact with me. “I’ve found Henry, and I can confirm your agents that were with you undercover have been captured by Henry.”

That news has me tensing. “How?” I ask.

“I don’t know that much, but as it stands, the CIA think Henry has you, too. So that works in our favour, but the CIA don’t have any idea where Henry has your friends. Nobody knows where Henry is,” she states.

I rub my temples. They will be dead by now. I’m sure of it. Fuck. “If no one knows where Henry is, then how do you know he has them?” I ask.

“I logged into your private computer,” Betsy says, typing away.

“You logged into my private computer?” I fume.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I didn’t look up your internet history,” she says casually.

A snort of laughter escapes Eden.

“Anyway, I found this sent to your private emails. I quickly removed it so the CIA don’t find it,” Betsy says, still typing away.

“How the fuck can you hide shit from the CIA? They have access to all areas,” I state, completely blown away that this innocent looking woman is capable of all this.

“Pfft, please. Your IT people are basic trained in college. They know nothing,” she says, turning her laptop around to face me. She hits play on the space bar and a video starts playing.

Sat on three chairs is Penny, Josh, and Tim.

Fuck. Henry walks in front of the camera.

“Hello, Nyx. I invited your friends here to spend some quality time with me,” he sneers, holding a gold-plated blade in his hand.

“Your friends broke easily. I’m almost disappointed in the CIA.

They are clearly letting their standards slip.

” He presses the blade next to Tim’s neck, a trickle of blood running down along the gold blade.

“I will cut to the chase. For you, I would be willing to make a deal. Your life for these three. Simple.” He grins.

I grit my jaw. Tim has a wife and kids, and Penny’s sister was taken by Henry. This has been her mission, her personal revenge for years.

“You have twenty four hours to respond,” Henry finishes, then disconnects.

“When was that sent?” I ask.

“Twelve hours ago,” Betsy states.

I exhale, my mind working a mile a minute. I can’t leave them to die because of me, but if I die, then Penny, Josh, and Tim can report Morrigan and the club. If they die, then Henry wins, but Morrigan and the club are safe.

“Fuck!” I roar, jumping to my feet, holding my head in my hands.

As I pace, I hear footsteps approaching.

“He’s gone. He’s gone!” Morrigan yells, panic and hurt in her eyes as she rounds the corner, wrapped in her bed sheet.

Her eyes land on me, and relief floods her expression before she quickly masks it to indifference.

I walk towards her, but she backs off, looking past me to Eden.

“Maybe leave a note that you’ve released our prisoner,” she snaps before turning on her heel back to her room.

I look over to Eden, who is grinning like a loon.

“What’s got you smiling like that?!” I ask, confused.

“She’s got it bad.” Eden’s grin widens.

“So bad,” Betsy adds.

“I called it!” Bernie calls out, raising her hand.

“What do I do?” I ask them.

“In regard to what? Henry or Mor?” Bernie asks.

“Both!” I state.

“As for Henry, that’s on you, but Mor, you need to pounce on that before the festering anger settles in too deep and she shuts you out completely,” Bernie states.

“Like she did to Nathanial.” Eden nods.

“Who the fuck is Nathanial?” I ask.

“Lap dog. He got a bit attached to Mor. He was the one that beat your ass,” Eden explains.

“Right, that’s a point. Where is he now?” I ask, feeling like I could do with kicking someone’s ass to work out this tension.

“Left. Not seen or heard from him since Mor told him to get out,” Bernie states. “That’s a point. We will have to put the word out that we are on the lookout for a new lap dog,” she adds.

I shake my head. “I need to see Mor,” I state before walking off.

“Good luck! You’ll need it!” Eden yells after me.

Pushing the door open, I step inside to an empty room. I frown, looking around. “Mor?” I call out before I check the bathroom. Nothing. I walk back down the hall. “I can’t find her,” I state.

Bernie is about to answer but is silenced when the sound of a speeding bike rings out. “Ah, she’s gone out the back way. She’s gone to Devil’s Drop,” Bernie states.

“Here.” Eden throws me her keys. “Scratch her and I will deliver you to Henry myself,” she threatens.

I nod and run out the shed. I spot a lime green Kawasaki Ninja and jump on it without a helmet and speed out of the shed in pursuit of Morrigan.

I spot her up ahead. I push the bike to its maximum, speeding and swerving in and out through traffic.

Cars honk their horns as I cut in and out.

I am slowly gaining on her, and as she takes a sharp right at the lights.

I follow, not bothering to check what cars are coming.

I hear screeching tyres behind me, but I don’t look back. My focus, my only goal is her.

She slows and turns into Devil’s Drop. I slow and follow her, and as she rides her bike down the dirt track right until the end, I sigh relived as she stops, killing her engine. I rev the bike, letting her know I’m coming up behind her.

“I want to be alone, Eden,” she sighs, looking out at the view.

“I will be sure to tell, Eden,” I state.

She whirls around, her eyes wide. “What are you doing here?” she asks.

“Came for the view.” I shrug, looking at her.

She rolls her eyes. “You can go. I’m not about to throw myself off the edge,” she states sarcastically.

“I know. You’re too stubborn for that.” I smirk.

She looks at me. “I hate that you know that about me,” she admits.

I frown. “What? That you’re a stubborn pain in the ass?”

She purses her lips in annoyance. “Sure, I hate that you know those kinds of personal things,” she states.

“Why did you storm off?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter. I just needed to blow off steam.” She shrugs.

I get off the bike and walk to stand in front of her, placing my legs on either side of her front tyre. “You looked pretty freaked out when you woke and I wasn’t there,” I remind her.

“I wasn’t freaked out. I thought you had escaped,” she adds, like it’s no big deal.

“That I had escaped? And where did you think I had gone?” I press.

“Back to the CIA,” she answers.

“You really think I would go to the CIA now and tell them everything? About you and the club?” I frown. She looks down at the helmet on her lap, her fingers gliding back and forth over a tiny scratch. “Mor,” I say, pressing her for an answer.

“I don’t know, okay?” she snaps, her pained eyes colliding with mine.

I take hold of her chin firmly, forcing her to look at me. “I could never betray you or the club,” I tell her. Her eyes flick back and forth between mine, as if searching for a lie. “I like you. Fuck, I like you a lot,” I confess.

“We are enemies,” she starts, but I cut her off. “You are CIA and I'm well, me.”