She closed her eyes, and I saw the tear streak down her cheek. I moved my hand up to wipe it away with my thumb and pulled her into my body, holding her. She hugged me back tighter than I expected.
“You can tell me fucking everything once we’re clear of here, okay? You come with me now, and we go somewhere. You tell me everything; what you need, who you need killed and I will fucking do it. You know I would.”
“Savage-”
“Shona. I’m not leaving without you.”
I pulled her back and kissed her hard. She moaned into my mouth and even though we were in danger here, my dick hardened against my pants. I moved my head against her forehead. “I’m not accepting no. If you put up a fight, I will knock you out and throw you over my shoulder.”
She chuckled through a sob. “Okay.”
Taking her hand, I moved out of the room, keeping my eyes peeled and headed out the back way where Keefe and Viper were. Keefe took off his jumper and threw it to Shona.
“Put that on, walk like you’re just leaving with them, cover your hair, don’t act like you.”
Shona threw her middle finger up at him before she pulled the jumper on. I hid the smirk at her attitude and sandwiched her between me and Viper, walking confidently to our bikes. If they wondered why we were here, they would think we made a drug deal. Nothing suspicious at all.
The sooner we rode out of here, the better. Keefe made his way with us and headed over to the gate. He was distracting them while I got her on the back of my bike and we took off, faster than we could say goodbye. We were in danger the longer we stayed in Belfast. Her arms wrapped around me tight, and I had to will my dick to calm the fuck down.
She’d only ever been on my bike once before, but now…things were different. The back of my bike was her seat. Maybe it always had been.
We were nowhere near safe yet, and her safety was my number one priority.
We rode until we got to Dublin and Viper motioned for us to turn off. When we pulled up on the side of a busy street, Viper came over to us.
“You guys need to head back to Kilkenny. Ride until you get there. I’ll head over to Eamon’s and let him know what’s going on. I have a feeling this is going to go sideways, and quickly.”
“This is my fault.”
Viper shook his head. “No, this was always going to happen. Personally, I never wanted to get in with Alasdair, but he’s holding our shipments hostage.”
“Got it,” I said, not wanting to linger. “Meet you back there tomorrow.”
Viper nodded and headed back to his bike. I started up my bike again and we tore out of Dublin and down to Kilkenny. I needed her safe and in my bed, telling me absolutely fucking everything before we came up with a plan to fuck over her old man and get her sister to safety.
SIX
Shona
Savage led me up the stairs of the clubhouse, his arm wrapped around my waist, and toward his bedroom. The clubhouse was quieter than normal and a few people waved at me, but no one stopped us. It was probably Savage’s demeanour.
He locked the door behind us and I stood in the room awkwardly, waiting for him to launch an attack, or yell, or scream. But he simply came over to me, pulled the jumper from my body and kissed me. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close.
Goddamn he felt so good. I felt safe with him, protected and like nothing bad could ever happen to me again. It was dangerous to feel this way. I could get complacent like this.
“We’re going to talk, Shona,” he said against my lips. “But first, I need to show you how fucking much I missed you.”
My pussy began to thrum at that, and we quickly removed each others’ clothing in a frenzied flurry of activity. He was on me once we were both naked, shoving me back onto the bed. Savage moved his fingers between my folds, locating my clit almost like he had a magnet. I gasped as I was pushed back into the mattress, holding onto his pillows to squeeze while he worked me toward my climax.
“You should have trusted me, Shona.”
I could see the hurt in his eyes as he brought me pleasure. The way he looked down at my pussy with a hunger that undid me in most circumstances. The way his fingers worked me like a violin. How could I ever deny that Savage was made for me? Even his danger excited me, his dark past, his reputation for being… well, savage, turned me on more than I ever thought possible. He had an intensity about him that drove me wild.
“I know,” I managed to get out. He pushed his fingers down my folds and into my core.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he growled.
“Always.”
