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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

STAR

We round the corner to see a large open space and see two men tied to chairs, with cloth tied around their mouths. Their faces are also beaten and bloodied. The brothers are standing there, blood coating their hands, their murderous intent gazes pinned on the two officers. Ghost steps forward, a blade in his hand, his muscles are strung tight, and he approaches the one that held me down. It’s the one that whispered what he would do to me once he got me alone. I didn’t tell Ghost what he said, knowing it would tip him over the edge. He would hunt him down and kill him without a single regret.

Ghost rests the blade against the man’s neck. The man sniffles and pleads, begging for his life, but Ghost doesn’t flinch. The words the man is rambling don’t seep into Ghost’s mind. He’s set to kill, set to end those that have hurt the thing he loves. Me.

My feet are moving, and my only thought is to get to him. I hear the girls behind me, and the rest of the brothers look our way, taking in their women, their faces set as hard as stone. They’re probably pissed that we are here, but I don’t pay them any mind as I continue toward the only man that matters to me in this moment. His eyes flicker to mine, his cold ice stare aimed at me, his jaw ticking as he contains the anger he’s feeling, keeping the blade pressed against the guy’s neck. Blood trickles along the sharp metal, and as I stop in front of him, our gazes never break.

I place my hand over his hand that is holding the blade and pull it away from the man’s throat, shaking my head back and forth. “Don’t,” I command softly. His chest is heaving with the fury I know he’s struggling to contain.

I lean up and press my lips softly to Ghost’s, removing the blade from his hand as our lips connect. I step back and walk behind the man, whose eyes are wild with fear. I slice the blade through the rope at his wrists before doing the same to the ones at his ankles.

The guy springs from the chair, ripping the cloth from his mouth. “You’ll pay for this. All of you,” he threatens. Maggie frees the other officer, who runs over to his friend.

“I wouldn’t,” I warn, standing in front of them. I don’t have to look over my shoulder to know that the ol’ ladies are there. I can feel them approach at my back, and I grin. They move to stand at my side, their weapons bared and aimed at the two officers.

“Pfft, what are you going to do? You’re just a bunch of weak and pathetic women,” one spits, looking at us.

“Erebus,” Rage orders his dog, who trots by my side, growling at the officer on the floor.

I pat his head in praise. “Good boy.” I smile down at him. “Josie, Nova,” I order. They move forward, both aiming their tasers at them. I flex my fingers on my knuckle dusters, cricking my neck, my smile widening. “Now, just stay still and let me get a few punches in,” I say as I step closer to them.

“Fuck you. You hit me, I will hit you twice as fucking hard,” the ugly bald one growls, blood dripping from his mouth.

Ghost comes to my side. “You will stay fucking still and let her fucking hit you as many times as she wants. You go to move away or run; not only will the dog hunt you fucking down, but I don’t know if you’ve noticed all the guns currently aimed at your fucking heads?” Ghost seethes, his voice low and threatening. “Rage, Beast, hold them down,” Ghost orders. Rage and Beast step forward, their eyes glowing with enjoyment. “If you had kept them in their chairs, they wouldn’t need to be held down,” Ghost whispers in my ear.

I glare at him, noting the cocky smirk on his face. “I wanted to fight fair,” I say through gritted teeth.

“When it comes to revenge, there ain’t no room to play fair. You always play to destroy,” he growls in my ear. I bite down on my bottom lip as his deep and threatening voice causes pleasure to spike within me. He playfully nips my ear, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

I shove my shoulder, brushing him off. “Stop it. Now let me take my own revenge,” I snap, squaring my shoulders to regain my composure.

I step toward the one Rage is restraining. He’s taller than me, so I need to swing up.

“On your knees for the lady,” Rage growls in his ear. When he doesn’t move, Rage kicks the back of his knees, making him crumble to the floor. Rage then pulls a gun and holds it to his temple, keeping him still.

“Fuck’s sake Rage, we said no fucking weapons,” Ghost sighs.

“They’ve got theirs,” Rage argues.

“Theirs are registered,” Ghost points out.

“Mine is registered,” Rage counters.

Ghost gives him a poignant stare. “I don’t mean registered in your fucking personal logbook, Rage,” he sighs.

Rage just shrugs. “Oh, well.”

“Can you both just let me have my moment?” I ask, looking between them.

Ghost gestures for me to continue.

“Sorry,” Rage mutters.

I nod. “Thank you,” I exhale a breath. “Remember how you said you’d pin me down and fuck me until I bled, until I was crying and begging for mercy?” I ask the officer. His eyes gleam with pure hatred. Ghost lurches closer, his anger boiling over. I hold up my hand to stop him before I lean in closer to the officer. “It will be you that will be begging for mercy,” I sneer.

“You fuck—” he starts to spit, but I swing my right fist round, slamming it into the side of his temple. His head whips to the side, and the skin on his brow splits from the impact of my knuckledusters. My hand instantly hurts from this hit, but I don’t care. The feeling of getting some payback quickly overrides the pain. I swing again, this time with my left, then again with my right. Blood splatters with each hit, but I keep going until I feel strong hands grabbing my upper arms and hauling me back.

“Easy darlin’, breathe,” Ghost whispers calmly in my ears.

“Josie, Nova, let them have it,” I pant. Beast and Rage step back as the prongs of their tasers hit the officers directly in their chests. They both drop to the floor, their bodies tensing and twitching. I shrug Ghost off me and walk to stand between them, shoving one to his back with my stiletto heeled foot. “Ever hear the saying, ‘Behind every great man is an even greater woman’?” I sneer, looking down on them as Nova and Josie don’t let up the charge. “Well, we are the women behind those fucking great men, but we aren’t just great. We are fucking phenomenal,” I seethe. Pulling out my gun, I hold it and aim at one of their heads. They watch as the charge from the taser dies, and I can see fear rippling through their eyes.

“I don’t normally get hard in these situations, but seeing my woman taser that fucker to the floor. Fuck, it’s hot,” Hawk comments behind us.

“Keep it in your pants, dude. There’s a time and a place, and this ain’t it,” Beast huffs back.

“What the fuck? I ain’t about to whip my cock out. I was just saying it’s fucking hot,” Hawk snaps back.

“Do you remember when Hawk got his cock out at that nun when he thought she was a stripper?” Spider laughs, causing the other brothers to laugh at the memory.

“Hawk!” Josie yells at him over her shoulder.

“Some guy flashed me his cock once late at night, so I cut it off with my machete,” Rage adds.

“For fuck’s sake, there will be no cocks being whipped out!” Ghost barks, exasperated.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound approaches, and the large metal doors at the far side of the unit screech open. Two sport motorbikes ride in, followed by a black van. We pause, wondering what the fuck is going on. They come to a stop, and as the bikes rev their engines, the noise echoes around the unit. I feel Ghost suddenly at my back, his hand sliding around my waist, holding me close.

The two bikers don’t get off their bike, but the van door opens, and a woman with long, dark brown hair steps out. She’s wearing black biker leathers that cling to her every curve, paired with killer stiletto boots.

“I totally have a lady throbby right now,” I mutter, taking in the incredibly badass beauty in front of us.

She stops just in front of us and gives me a smile. “Star,” she greets.

My mouth drops open. “How do you—” I begin to ask.

“We know all about you and the Black Hearts MC,” she states, pausing. “These men are coming with us.” She looks down at the officers with disgust.

“Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” Ghost growls in a threatening tone.

She looks at Ghost and gives him a pissed-off look, not even a flicker of fear on her face. “You would do well not to talk to me with such disrespect. The last time I let a man talk to me like that, he choked on his own testicles,” she scolds, giving Ghost a stare that says she will end him without hesitation. “Let me formally introduce myself. I am Quinn, this is Eden and Betsy,” she says, gesturing to the two female bikers at her side.

“Oh my god. I know who you are,” I breathe excitedly, practically bouncing on my feet. “You’re the Savage Sisters MC.”

Quinn gives me a nod. “We are. You have Betsy here to thank for that video exposing these assholes.” She spits down on the officers on the floor who are too scared to move or even look at her.

Betsy, the biker on the left, gives a little wave at the introduction of herself.

“SavSis3.” Alina nods with a smile.

Quinn nods in agreement. “Anyway, these two have done more than you know, and they are ours to dispose of,” she states firmly, clicking her fingers. Two men with masks jump out of the side of the van and bend down, picking up one of the officers. He begins to kick and flail about, trying to escape their hold, but Quinn just rolls her eyes and pulls out a needle from inside her pocket. She jabs it into the officer’s neck, who immediately slumps unconscious in the men’s arms.

“Just to warn you, one has definitely pissed themselves, and we think the other has shit their pants,” I state. Quinn scrunches her nose up in disgust. “Can I get your autograph?” I blurt out, feeling like a starstruck fan.

Ghost’s chest rumbles with a low chuckle behind me. I jab my elbow into his gut to shut him up and to stop him embarrassing me.

Quinn smiles, and I swear it just adds to her already stunning features. The two men come back and grab the other man, and Quinn pulls out another needle and jabs him in the neck, not even looking at him because her attention is firmly on me and the Black Hearts MC. She walks towards me and holds out a small white card for me to take. I take it, reading it.

It has Savage Sisters MC written on it with a skull and roses picture above it and a number on the back.

“You or any of the club need help, call that number. Although we don’t generally offer help to men. We normally kill them instead,” she states, her lips tipping up at the corners.

“If it wasn’t my love for this man and his impressive dick, I swear I would turn lesbian for you,” I state honestly.

That has Quinn throwing her head back, laughing. “That’s one hell of a compliment.” She grins. “It’s been good meeting you, Star.” She nods before turning and walking back to the van, but before she gets in, she stops. “Look after her Ghost, or you’ll have us to answer to. That goes to all of your brothers, too,” she threatens before stepping into the van and letting the door slam shut, not even letting Ghost respond. Eden and Betsy rev their bikes, and they turn and lead the way. The van reverses out, leaving us standing there in awe.

I look down at the card in my hand and smile. Ghost turns me in his arms, and I look up at him. “I’ve never been jealous of another woman before until that moment,” he states.

“I would never leave you for another man, but Quinn? Well, she’s hot,” I tease.

Ghost grabs my chin firmly in his grasp, pressing his lips to mine, reminding me I am his as his lips and tongue control mine. I smile as he slows the kiss. “You will never leave me full fucking stop, because I will never let you fucking go.”

“I didn’t even get a pinkie finger,” Rage whines behind us.

“Fuck Rage, your dog is licking up the blood off the floor,” Beast complains.

“Good boy, Erebus,” Rage praises.

“Jesus, don’t praise him. I don’t want to get a cut, then have your bloodthirsty dog licking my wounds,” Hawk protests.

“I saw some of the women you had lick your wounds before Josie. Rage’s dog is a fucking upgrade in comparison,” Spider quips.

“Fuck, man,” Scar tuts, fighting back his laughter.

I peek to the side of Ghost and see Josie storm out, flipping the bird at Hawk as she leaves.

“Fuck, darlin’. He’s just joking. I was practically a monk before you!” Hawk yells after Josie.

“Ow, fuck,” Spider hisses. “What was that for?” he complains as he rubs the back of his head.

“For being a dick,” Nova snaps.

“Think before you speak, brother,” Acid tuts, amusement lacing his voice as they walk out.

“Yeah, it’s like when you mention when Pres claimed Star; you just don’t mention that shit,” Hap agrees. Alina sighs and shakes her head, walking off.

“I don’t know why you’re all pissed. I didn’t even get a pinkie. You promised I would get a pinkie!” Rage hollers after them with Erebus and Dixie, leaving just Ghost and me alone.

I snort out a laugh. Ghost’s eyes are full of fire, and as he closes his eyes, he releases a slow breath, trying to calm his irritation as he quietly counts to ten. Unable to resist adding fuel to his already burning rage, a mischievous grin plays upon my lips.

I step away and start walking, leaving him standing there. “I will leave you to deal with your emotions,” I call over my shoulder sarcastically. I don’t make it two steps before he grabs my wrist, yanking me back to him.

“Remember what I said. You will never leave me, because I will never let you fucking go,” he growls, his eyes blazing with fury. I hook my hands around his neck, my fingers threading through his short dark hair, unable to hide my smile.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Take me home, Casper.”

The End