“No need for apologies, Shona,” he said, his Russian accent thick with notes of Italian through it. His grin was off putting, and I realised as I looked into the eyes of my boyfriend’s powerful and scary father that I had truly messed up.
I’d made a grave error coming out here alone and now…I may never see Savage again.
Savage was scared of this man, and I knew nothing scared him. I knew what I needed to do. I had to get to him before this man could grab me.
I dropped the bag in my hands and backed up, putting distance between us. That was when two men stepped out from behind me and caged me in. My heart was in my throat as I tried to will my brain to calm down, my breathing heavy as he stepped closer.
He was intimidating in his posture, uncaring of who saw him manhandle me in public. He oozed danger in every menacing step he took toward me.
“You know who I am,” he stated. It wasn’t a question, it was an acknowledgement.
“You’re Boris Markov,” I said, my voice wavering for a moment but holding steady. “What brings you to Ireland?”
His smirk was so similar to Savage’s that it was off-putting, but there was something a little more sinister to him than with Savage’s cocky smirk. At least I knew my Savage had a soul. This monster before me didn’t.
“Cute,” he replied. “I’ve had a little birdy tell me you are my son’s true love. You should be happy, you’ll be reunited soon…for how long, it depends. You will have the greatest honour of reuniting father and son.”
“He’ll never go with you,” I spat, anger forming around me like a glove. “He hates you.”
“I care not for feelings,shlyukha,” he said, waving his hand as if nothing mattered to him. “I do care for my son to take his rightful place, however. Should I need to use you to make that happen I have no problem with that, and it appears your father has no need for you either. You are a woman with no home, you may as well help me with what I need.”
My father betrayed me. I shouldn’t have been surprised, and yet, somehow I was. He’d offered me up as bait to further his need to obtain power. It wasn’t the first time he’d used me for that, but after escaping him for so long, it still burned inside.
“I won’t help you.”
“Then you will die,” Boris said casually. “What do you think your death will do to my son? Do you believe him to be hardened as a member of the Ghost Rebels MC and he will move on, or do you believe he will try anything to avenge you? Tearing his ownsoul from himself in the process and becoming what he always was…a monster.”
I felt my lip tremble. “You’re the monster. He would never give into that.”
“We shall see,” Boris smiled. “Put her in the car.”
I tried to call out for help, but a hand was clamped over my mouth immediately and I was pulled from the street. Boris’ men tossed me in the trunk of the car with very little effort. I tried to kick and punch the lid of the boot, but nothing happened. I screamed out just as I heard the sound of hissing erupt around me. I looked everywhere around me in the darkened boot, but I couldn’t see anything. Fear enveloped me until I felt the mist in my nose and mouth. I tried to close my mouth and nose, but I knew I was going to need to breathe at some point. Panic surged through me as my lungs burned while I clamped my hand over my nose and mouth. My body bucked and slowly, I had to pull my hand away in order to breathe.
The problem with withholding breath from your body for too long was you inhaled deeper, yourlungs trying to suck in as much oxygen as it could, which only made the mist hit me harder and faster.
It didn’t take long before the drowsiness hit, and I was lost to the darkness.
I could feel his eyes on me again, but I refused to look. I refused to give in to the base need I had for him. The dreams could fuck right off. The one from last night had been particularly graphic and I’d awoken in a pile of sweat, as if I’d actually been fucked to within an inch of my life.
I wondered what he looked like under those clothes, I wondered how big he was down there, and it was just so wrong. He was younger than me. He should be off with one of the bunnies and enjoying being young but instead, he was watching over me like I was an injured bird.
“You all good, honey?” I heard Maree burst my inner tantrum and I looked up to see she was looking down at my hand. I saw the glass I was holding was ready tobreak under my clenching fist. My knuckles were white, and I felt the anxiety wash away from me.
“Sure,” I laughed and put the glass down. “Just a rough night’s sleep.”
“Go and take a break,” she ordered. “I can take it from here.”
“But-”
“Go!”
I loved Maree. Not only did you not cross her, and everyone knew it, but she also knew when us girls needed a moment. She was our mother hen, and I adored having her look after me. I kissed her on the cheek and headed outside. When I passed by, he was no longer where he’d been perched. I was glad for it. He would normally follow me outside and talk to me on my breaks. Usually it had been nice, but the last few times, it had been heated and led to an aching between my legs. It wasn’t his fault. He’d just tried to be nice, and I had to go and fantasise what his lips would feel like against mine, how his body felt against mine.
My undersexed body was sending out signals it really ought not to. Maybe it was time to findmyself a Nomad to fuck and be done with it. Then I could go back to being the Shona everyone loved.
I paced outside, hearing a delightful laugh from around the corner of the clubhouse. I peeked around the corner to see Viper and Savage play fighting; their shirts were off and I could finally see all of Savage’s tattoos, and boy did he have a lot. I could barely see his skin. He was fit too, there was not one bit of fat on his body as I gazed over at that V leading down into his pants like an arrow pointing to the goods. His abs were ripped with what looked like an eight pack. Seriously? Eight?
The aching between my legs grew as I saw him do the thing he rarely did.
