“Fuck this,” I say throwing my hands up in the air.
“They fuck with your mind, don’t they?” Viper says downing the last of his coffee.
“The women, they rule more than our dicks brother. They seep in and overrun through our minds. Just make sure you make the right decision because, believe me, even a flesh wound hurts.”
His words linger inside my mind as I drag my feet toward church. So much shit inside my head, it will take at least two bottles of tequila and two packs of smokes 20 joints and no, no Chica’s. I silently promised her I wouldn’t do that inside my mind. I have taken a mental stand to prove to her I won’t. But fuck me this figuring out a woman and what they think, need and require is hard fucking work. Maybe a bullet from Ace would be a lot less painful and mind fucking confusing.
CHAPTER THREE
Saylor
As we sit in the club’s SUV with Flame at the wheel, I can’t help but wonder how Luca got hurt. We have no idea what his injuries are, which is fucking with my sister’s head. All we know is that he’s in surgery and to be honest that isn’t enough.
Asher is safe so I can focus on my sister and our best friend. Luca is important to us both, so I’ll be here seeing to their needs until we hear something.
We arrive at the hospital Flame pulling us right up to the door. Dad, Spade and Asher are waiting for us just outside the front doors. Asher pulls the door open searching for me. When our eyes lock, I can see him release a breath and visibly relax. I’m sitting in the third-row seat with Senna beside me crying on my shoulder.
Dad pulls mom out of the car followed by Spade gathering his wife and daughter. Asher slides the seat forward so Senna and I can get out of the vehicle. As I step out Asher pulls me into his arms burying his face in my hair. It feels amazing to be in his arms again after what has transpired, but I can’t let this happen. If dad finds out he will kill him, and I can’t let that happen. So, I do what I do best.
“Stop it, Capone,” I say as I push him away.
“What the hell, Say?” he growls clearly pissed that I don’t want his attention, even if it’s the only thing I want.
“We aren’t doing this! I told you that yesterday!”
“And I fucking told you, babe, this will happen,” he states clenching his jaw so hard I’m shocked he hasn’t broken a tooth yet. He does that a lot around me.
“No, it isn’t. Now I need to get inside so I can be there for my sister and best friend,” I say, then I turn my back on the man I love more than anything as I head inside to support my family.
I enter the waiting room attempting to find my sister. I know mom wants to be there for her and get her through this. What she doesn’t understand is the link that Senna and I have. Unless you’re a twin you can’t even begin to comprehend the connection, we have. The ability to just know what each are thinking and feeling. It may not be my man that was shot but I feel her pain.
I see her and mom sitting in the corner of the room surrounded by my dad. He is the president of the Ace of Spades MC, but in this moment he’s just a father consoling his daughter. Sam Austin is a bad ass motherfucker when it comes to the club and the safety of his family. The man I see now, is the loving and supportive husband and father.
“He will understand, Say,” is whispered in my ear. A shiver runs the length of my body and I’m unable to control it. Asher has that effect on me. He makes my body go from zero to a hundred with just a whisper. Damn him and his deep gravelly voice that goes right to my pussy.
“Understand what?” I ask, knowing the answer before he gives it.
“Us. The feelings I have for you. The need that flows through my veins. The want that consumes my mind.” He grabs my arm spinning me to face him. “I will not take no for an answer, Saylor. You are mine. My life. My love. There is no one in this world that will keep me from you, especially not Sam Austin,” he growls before placing a kiss to my forehead then he walks to the other side of the room where other club members are patiently waiting to hear news on Viper.
I look up to see dad looking between Asher and me. His glare stays on Asher and he narrows his eyes. I know that look all too well.
Ah, shit!
CHAPTER FOUR
Capone
Her defiance fuels me to want her more than I do now. Watching her walk her ass away from me and into the hospital was killer when all I wanted to do was make good on my promise to make her mine. I want to taste her under my tongue, all of her. I want nothing more than to lay her down and watch as my hands caress every inch of her naked body. I want my fingers to map her body to my mind like an internal GPS. A Goggle map of her body locked away for just my hands, fingers, tongue and eyes to explore. Pacing the footpath outside the emergency room doors just like I did waiting for her to arrive I swear I have my own set of boot prints imprinted into this concrete. Plucking a cigarette from behind my ear and placing it between my lips my mind travels to just what this emergency room has seen. Just how many men and women alike have paced this exact path I am now. Sucking the smoke deep into my lungs I roll the tip of the smoke through my fingers as I think our whole world is crashing down around us. We are at war with others and a brother was caught in the crossfire tonight saving a brother. We all walk with death in our pockets and I just hope that this isn’t Viper’s number being called. My mind will never erase the image of the blood that was leaving my brothers body and the shock that laced his father’s eyes. The pain that washed over them just as fast. I felt it and I knew it well. I think of ways that I will die at night because the devil is sitting on my shoulder taunting me as I fall further in love with Saylor. Secrets and sin baby, they will end up killing us all.
Walking into the waiting room that the entire club seems to have taken up residence in, waiting for news on Viper, I stalk over to the one woman who has me feeling anything and everything. Before her I wasted so much, I threw love away and I chased the legend that was a biker. Before her I was merely living, I was just scraping by with my shitty self, a bike and a Chica. They made me feel good, but I was still running. Then her eyes locked on mine and all I wanted to do was sin, break all the rules and say fuck you to the promise I made all them years ago. I will break a thousand laws to just breathe her in.
“He will understand, Say,” I whisper into the sweet spot just behind her ear. That one place that makes her melt into me and melt at just my breath on her skin. I feel the shiver run its way down the length of her body as she can’t control just how I make her feel, how her body reacts to me.
“Understand what?” she whispers out, the hitch in her breathing making my cock hard against my jeans. I have to keep slamming this picture of us into her memory bank, so she knows I’m for real and it drowns the images of me being a biker player from her.
“Us. The feelings I have for you. The need that flows through my veins. The want that consumes my mind.” Not even giving a fuck where we are or who’s in here and can see this, I need to look into her eyes as I speak, she needs to see the truth that swims in them.
Grabbing her arm, spinning her to face me. “I will not take no for an answer, Saylor. You are mine. My life. My love. There is no one in this world that will keep me from you, especially not Sam Austin.” I growl out into her shocked face as her eyes flicker searching my features, seeking anything but truth. She pouts when she realizes that what she sees is the truth and it’s going to happen whether she wants it to or not. I will claim her ass and she will be mine. She just needs to wake up and fucking accept it faster.
