Page 12 of Tye (Rage MC: The Prospects #8)

Demi

A s soon as we entered Ice’s bedroom, he touched me. Ice had touched me before, but not like this. His fingers slid down my exposed arms, his fingertips leaving trails of goosebumps.

“Take your sweater off,” Ice demanded, and I yanked it off. Whatever Ice wanted, he got.

Ice’s eyes latched onto my boobs hungrily, and he slid his hand up my ribs and palmed my breasts. Heat pooled between my legs as he lavished attention on me. His fingers rubbed my nipple as my breasts grew heavy with desire.

Ice smiled as he gave my nipple a sharp pinch, making me cry out before swapping to the other.

Ice moved closer, and our lips almost met. My tongue darted out, and Ice groaned and hauled me against his strong body and kissed me. I groaned as the friction of his top made my nipples harder, and they were like bullets, demanding attention.

Ice broke off the kiss. I felt like I was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen. He tilted his head as he unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down my legs.

With a wicked grin, Ice slid a finger into my panties and between my folds.

“Ice!” I gasped, grabbing his shoulders, and as he winced, I release his bad one.

Ice backed me against his wall, his lips all over me. He trailed light kisses down my jawline and then suckled on my throat and drove me wild before tracing my collarbone with his tongue. Ice cupped my breast and ducked his head, taking my nipple into his mouth.

A cry left me as he sucked hard on me.

Ice leaned into me now, using his weight to pin me down as he attacked one boob and then the other. My panties were soaked, and I knew Ice was aware. Moving onto my second, Ice slid that finger back and forth between my folds as he spread the wetness.

Everywhere Ice touched caused electricity to shoot through me as he removed his finger and cupped my pussy. His hand tightened as he inserted a finger inside, and another moan left me. I wanted more, needed more, and Ice was playing with me right now.

His first finger was joined by a second, and he started working me. His thumb moved between my folds and found my clit, and I cried into his mouth as he claimed me again.

I pushed into his body as he shoved a thick thigh between us and opened my legs for him. My hands were roaming all over him, and I couldn’t get enough. I needed his cock where his fingers were as he drove me wild with expectation.

Ice dropped to his knees, lifted my leg onto his shoulder, and lapped at me.

“Hold yourself open for me, baby,” Ice muttered, and I obeyed. I spread my folds, and his tongue hit my clit, making me scream.

Even from this angle, I could see the satisfaction on his face as caused me to scream into an orgasm. My legs shook as Ice pushed me, wringing every last drop from me.

He straightened up and shoved me towards the bed, and yanked the rest of my clothes off. I surged up and helped him undress, and I glimpsed his cock.

Shit, I knew it was big because of the hand job I’d given him, but fuck. Ice was not going to fit inside me.

“We’ll fit together, babe,” Ice murmured with a smile, and I realised I’d spoken aloud again.

Ice climbed on the bed and laid down. I knew missionary was not on the menu because of his broken arm and shoulder. Without hesitating, I climbed on top of him and settled.

Ice lay between my legs as his dick poked at my core. I rose up and grasped him and fed him into me, and I gasped as he filled me completely.

His cock was hard, long, and thick, and it was a struggle to take him, but I managed.

Ice lay still and let me adjust to him before he tentatively moved his hips. His eyes were laser focused on me right now, and I could see his rigid control in the veins in his neck. Ice was barely holding on, and I revelled in that. This gorgeous man wanted me so badly he could hardly stop himself.

I lifted up and shoved down and gasped as he went deeper. That one movement broke Ice, and he was grasping my hips and making me fuck him. I gave in to my own desires and slammed down on him over and over. Ice encouraged me as I grind down on him, as a second orgasm built. I reached down and squeezed his balls, and Ice shouted and came hard. I felt his warmth spill deep inside me as my pussy clenched around him tightly as I found my own release.

Panting, I moved a few more times and then collapsed on his chest.

“When I’ve got my breath back, I want to do that again,” I wheezed, and Ice laughed.

“We forgot the condom,” he muttered.

“I am on birth control, so you better be clean.”

“Demi, I’m good and gonna fuck you over and over until all you can think of is me,” Ice responded.

“I’ve got no concerns with that! Go ahead, you have my permission,” I replied, and Ice laughed as his fingers wandered again.

Demi – two days later.

“I’ll bring it, Mom, stop worrying,” I said down the phone.

Demi looked up, confused. We’d not left the Hall and, in fact, had rarely been out of my bedroom apart from meals. Her uncles and Spike were not amused, but my mother was. Carmine and Molly were also home and clearly still in their randy honeymoon period. My siblings complained that Carmine was in his bedroom as much as me.

I hung up, and Demi cocked her head.

“Mom left an important file in her study, and she needs it asap. I said we’ll drop it off. I’ll call Liz to organise security,” I explained, and Demi clapped her hands in excitement.

“Sorry, I love the Hall, but I need a change of scenery,” Demi apologised.

“Nah, I get it. Despite how large the estate is, the kids will keep finding us,” I replied, and Demi laughed.

“I admire them all, but Eddie has that look nailed,” Demi says, referring to Eddie’s hangdog expression. Nobody has backed down on Eddie’s punishment and Eddie was learning a very hard lesson. I hoped it didn’t stifle her adventurous spirit, but she did need to learn control and boundaries.

“Come on, let’s go,” I said, grabbing Demi’s hand.

Matthias met us outside with Josh, and they decided to drive us in. I wanted to argue, but with Demi with me, I wasn’t about to risk her safety. Especially when I couldn’t drive or fight. Matthias nodded a greeting to me and got into the driver’s seat.

He was a quiet man who’d been around longer than me. Matthias was fiercely loyal to Liz and Mom, and that’s all that mattered. He was the only guard nobody ever argued with because we knew his dedication.

Demi tapped on her phone as we drove in, and as I looked over her shoulder, I noticed she was reading a report.

“New horse?” I asked.

“Old one. I trained him, and I like to keep an eye on those I’ve taught. He just took gold in his latest event, which makes me very happy.” Demi smiled.

The love for her job and the horses shone in her eyes, and I knew I couldn’t drag her away from it. I had to figure something out, even if it meant retiring early. A little part of me hoped these injuries didn’t heal right and I’d be forced to step down. It would save me from making a hard decision.

I gazed at Demi as she started reading her report again. It amazed me at how easily she had accepted my past. Demi wasn’t fazed at all, even sharing a dark secret of her own. Demi’s actions had been a surprise but not an unpleasant one. She’d killed to protect her own, and I admired that.

I recalled Demi saying last night that him scamming the old ladies hadn’t been reason enough for killing. But the asshole had beaten two of them badly, which is what resulted in his death sentence. Demi had stood up for victims, and that meant something to me.

Matthias pulled into the parking lot for The Trusts and Demi, and I ran the report up to Mom.

I would have loved to have stayed and shown Demi around, but clearly, it was hectic today, and Mom had a meeting booked. Instead, I offered to take her to Rage as we walked down the stairs.

“I’ve never seen inside an MC clubhouse before,” Demi said.

“Let me show you,” I replied with a grin.

“I feel like a bad girl,” Demi teased, laughing.

Matthias and Josh followed us across the road and as we approached Rage, I saw a flash of something. Matthias was moving before I realised what was happening, and Josh tackled Demi down to the ground. I hit hard and screamed as my shoulder took the brunt of the fall.

The breath left my lungs as I cried in pain and rolled. Matthias turned with me, covering my body, but took the pressure off my shoulder. Tears welled in my eyes as the agony encompassed my entire body, and there was a loud roar and a whoosh, and I realised another bomb had gone off. Matthias lifted his head as someone screeched at us.

“Why won’t you fucking die?”

I shook away the ringing in my ears, and everything came rushing in at once. It was overwhelming, but my mind took in several factors at once. Matthias was still covering me and not moving fast. I guessed he was injured.

I caught sight of Demi under Josh, her eyes wide and shocked. Then I saw West dancing on the street as he kept screaming at me.

Without a conscious thought, my good arm reached for Matthias’s weapon, and I drew it and aimed at West. My aim wasn’t as steady as I liked, but I fired and missed. Cursing, I tried again as West stared at me in shock.

“You’re trying to shoot me? What the fuck?”

Was he whacked or something? The asshole had just used a car bomb to try and kill me.

“Die, fucker! You fucking faggot and faggot loving brother, bastard!” West screamed.

I pointed the gun a third time and fired, and West jolted and then ran away. He was screaming as he did so. People began flooding the street as my arm dropped, and I lay under Matthias, who was moving sluggishly. West needed putting down, I thought as Apache slammed to his knees beside me.

Matthias was slowly moved off me as Josh sat up and kept guard over Demi. The roar of a vehicle on fire was close, and sirens wailed in the distance. As I looked at the burning car, I wondered what the hell was West thinking of. Innocents could have been harmed. Whatever he was doing, he wasn’t thinking straight anymore. Hatred and insanity had consumed him.

Demi

I was fine, and the doctors released me immediately. Ice was in x-ray and I’d not been allowed to follow. Matthias was also there, but Josh was by my side, uninjured. The waiting room was filling with Rage or their women. Two of their own had been hurt, and it touched me at how they all came.

“Is McKenna held here?” I whispered to Josh.

He glanced at me and pursed his lips.

I added, “I’m not going to hurt her.”

“Hawthorne will have my head,” Josh said, and I glared but subsided. I waited ten minutes and then headed to the toilet. Josh couldn’t follow me. I ducked down a corridor and followed instructions to the wards where I hoped McKenna was. On spotting a nurse heading towards one of the locked doors, I grabbed her with a friendly smile.

“Hi, I’m here to see McKenna Clark.”

“What ward is she on?”

“Ward One-two-zero,” I answered, reading the ward numbers

The nurse frowned. “We don’t have a Miss Clark on there.”

“Are you sure? She told me she was,” I replied, looking surprised.

“Quite sure, let me check,” she said and walked to a reception set in the middle of the four ward entrances. Knowing my luck, McKenna would be on a different floor. She logged into the computer and typed in McKenna’s name.

“No, sorry, she’s not on that ward,” she stated.

“Oh, hell. Can you tell me what ward she is on? McKenna’s going to be so angry at me if I don’t visit.”

“She is on one-three-one, in room four. It’s close to the entrance,” the nurse replied.

“Do I just walk in?” I asked.

“Push the button and say who you are, and they’ll let you in.”

“Thank you so much,” I said and scurried away.

Minutes later, I found the correct place, and before I buzzed, I checked my clothing. I’d hit the ground hard, but I looked okay. I was let in and headed for room four, but I stopped when I saw a guard there. Shit. She had a guard on her. How could I talk to McKenna if he was there?

The guy turned, and before I could hide, he spotted me. His eyes narrowed, and I blanched. It was the angry man, Davies. He stormed over to me before I could run and grabbed my upper arm.

“What are you doing here?” he snapped in my face.

“I wanted to speak to McKenna.”

“Ain’t gonna happen. McKenna’s traumatised enough.”

“And she hasn’t spoken, right? Not at all, or to anyone? I wanted to try to reach her.”

“How will you do that?” Davies sneered.

“By talking to her,” I answered weakly.

“Let her try,” a woman said, and Davies turned around.

“Marissa—”

“Davies, let the girl try. McKenna’s shut everyone else out. She won’t see me or Lina and can barely tolerate you at her door. Even if she gets McKenna to scream or shout, at least it will be a reaction. At the moment, we have shit to work with, and she’ll be locked up soon if she doesn’t start to snap out of it,” Marissa said.

There was a whole load of pain in her voice.

“Are you her sister?” I asked gently.

“Not by blood. But in the heart? Yes. Marissa Hawthorne,” she responded, putting out a hand. I took it and held it.

“I’m Demi Moore,” I replied, and Marissa snorted.

“Your mom had ambitions,” she drawled.

“Yeah. I never found my Bruce Willis until now,” I quipped, and Marissa’s lips curved into a quick smile, which soon disappeared.

“I know who you are. Go and do your worst. It might be better than our best,” Marissa said and waved me through the door.

I glanced at her and entered the room. The blinds were drawn, making the space dimmer, and there was an abundance of flowers and gifts. Cards were stuck to the wall because there were so many of them. In the middle of all this lay a beautiful woman who gazed into nothing.

I began to doubt myself but forced myself forward.

I took a seat, and McKenna didn’t even flinch. She never acknowledged my presence, either. Uncomfortable, I wriggled in my chair completely unsure of what to say now I was here. Emptying my brain, I opened my mouth and just spoke.

“Hi McKenna. You don’t know me. My name is Demi Moore and yeah, Mom named me for the actress. She loved her. Mother always said I would find my own Bruce Willis, and I guess I have. I am with Ice. Or Tye Michaelson, as you might know him. He’s pretty fantastic. We’ve been dating for a few weeks, and I know he is the one.”

McKenna didn’t react.

“But that’s not why I’m here. I came to tell you a story about two brave women. The sad fact of my life is I’m a child of rape. It’s hard to explain how I feel about that. See, it breaks my heart to know what my mom must have suffered, but at the same time, if she hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here. I hate my birth, but love my life.”

McKenna moved her head and stared at me, expressionless.

“My Grandma is called Evelyn. She was loved by my Pops, her dad, and was adored by her friends and family. But an evil man, we’ll call him Asshole, he kidnapped her when she turned sixteen. For years, he held her captive and raped and beat her. During that time, she had six kids. Three boys and three girls. He got tired of raping her after the last baby.

“Asshole kept them locked up for years. He wasn’t interested in the girls; they had no worth for him. Grandma looked after the children and homeschooled them. Despite being a kid herself, she did her best to educate them.

“Asshole turned up every so often to take the boys and try to mould them into his shadow. But they had too much of their mom in them, and they plotted and planned behind Asshole’s back.”

I held McKenna’s eyes and noticed she was still listening, so I continued.

“Then the eldest boy saw a heinous crime. He saw Asshole rape a young girl child and knew his sisters would be next. But he was too late. Asshole had raped his own daughter and got her knocked up. The boy got his sisters and his mother to safety, pretending they had died and then, over the years, he got the rest of his family out.

“Mom gave birth when she was twelve. A mere baby herself. She laboured at home with a midwife attending. Grandma didn’t want anyone knowing about how Mom got pregnant. Pops had bought a ranch and moved everyone there.

“See McKenna, Pops searched for his missing daughter. It nearly broke him when he discovered what had happened to her. The worst thing was he had called Asshole brother. And Asshole had taken Pop’s child and abused her terribly and for years.

“I, more than anyone, understand rape and how it destroys. I live with the consequences of it every damn day. Daily I look at its reflection in the mirror and wonder how the hell Mom can love me like she does. A mother’s love is unfathomable, it’s sacred if a baby is born of normal circumstances.

“But a twelve-year-old mother who was raped? How does she move past that and adore her child? That’s a question I’ve wanted to ask her, but I daren’t. I am too terrified of her answer. Not because I’m unloved but because I am. It takes a strong woman to do what Mom did. Every time I say or do something, I wonder if I remind her of her father. Does she ever consider that we share a dad?

“There’re questions. They don’t leave me alone. What if my uncle had got them out quicker? Why didn’t Mom abort me? How did Grandma cope knowing her rapist had also raped their daughter? Sometimes, McKenna, despite being surrounded by love and acceptance, it eats me. The guilt of what happened to Mom isn’t mine, but it feels like my fault.”

I stopped speaking and drew in a deep breath. McKenna watched me, but her face wasn’t expressionless anymore. What her expression meant, I wasn’t sure.

“At night, when we’re alone and our nightmares attack, I wonder if Grandma and Mom see the asshole. What if they check under the bed to see if he’s waiting? And what makes everything worse? I know there was another child out there made from his raping.

“Ice’s father, Drake, has a half-sister, Carmelle. Carmelle’s mother was Asshole’s granddaughter. Her grandmother was raped by Asshole and gave birth to a daughter. Asshole threw them both away. Miranda, the child, had Carmelle, who is Asshole’s granddaughter, and that makes her my niece and my cousin.

“Want to hear something really fucked up? My mom is my sister and my mother. Uncles are also my brothers. My cousins are my nieces and nephews as well. Carmelle is my niece and my cousin. He’s not only my dad but my grandfather, too. How the hell do I explain that to anyone? My family made a conscious decision to treat me as if my father was someone else, and they gave me the roles of daughter, niece, cousin. I was lucky, McKenna. But it’s a real head fuck, isn’t it?”

McKenna nodded once.

“You got gang raped, and that breaks my heart. Do not let them take anything else from you. Don’t let Asshole screw your mind up like he has mine. Usually, I can deal just fine with it, but sometimes, in the dark, it comes for me. The fact I’m an inbred freak. On those days, I want to curl up and die. End it and stop my mother’s suffering when she looks at me. Of course, that’s my mind talking, undermining me. Mom loves me unconditionally, but our minds play nasty tricks on us.

“I haven’t been raped, McKenna. But I know the consequences of rape. My head has been violated like your body, and there’re memories and images I can’t escape. They’ll never leave me like your experience won’t leave you. But I cope with leaning on the people I love. Maybe you can, too.”

McKenna continued to stare at me as I faded away.

“Say his name,” she mumbled suddenly, surprising me.

“Fury.”

“They held me down. Laughed. Told me they knew who I was, and I was going to send a message,” McKenna whispered.

“Give them one. Just like I do every day, I refuse to think of him.”

“Stay with me,” McKenna asked. “I don’t want to talk.”

McKenna reached out a hand, and I clasped hers. She turned her face away again, but she was interacting with me. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and twisted my head.

Standing in the slightly open doorway was Marissa with her hands over her mouth and tears streaming down her face.

Behind her stood Davies, whose eyes blazed at me. He nodded in gratitude at me and quietly shut the door, leaving McKenna and me to our pain.