I don’t react to the word, despite it taking everything in me not to. As far as Savage is concerned, she is a bitch, one I’m meant to be torturing through sexual gratification. If only he knew gratification was being received on both ends and the only one being tortured is me, having to walk around all day with my jeans chafing my boner, or worse, my barbell rubbing my belt.
“He’s getting on alright,” Slash adds, his eyebrows dancing.
“Shut the fuck up,” I grunt.
“Smell her pussy on your face from here.” He sniffs the air, and I start to rise from my seat.
Savage thumps the table with his fist, and I freeze. “Sit the fuck down. She’s got your cock wrapped around her little finger.”
“Not a fuckin’ prayer.” I squeeze my big dick as my ass lands back in its seat, and some of the guys chuckle, knowing damn well my cock is huge. “My cock is way too big for her little hand, let alone her little finger.”
“You get any answers?” Savage glares at me.
I lick my lips and glower back, unable to help the tic in my jaw. “Workin’ on it.”
“You want a brother to deal with her instead?” He throws his arm out toward my brothers. “Just say the word.” His eyes dance with intrigue; the fucker is toying with me.
“Like fuck,” I growl, and his lip twitches.
The guys start shooting the shit at one another, each volunteering their cocks to Cassidy while I remain silently seething.
Savage slaps me on the shoulder and squeezes. “She might bring you closure, brother.”
While I’m certain his words were meant as comfort, it sends a slice of pain through me.
A reminder of why I started this vendetta to begin with.
Alisha.
KILLA
AGED TEN YEARS OLD…
As soon as I hear the front door slam shut, I stagger from my bedroom and drag myself into the hall. My chest is burning, and I swear he broke a few ribs this time; each time I take a breath, it hurts. Still, I need to check on my little sister. I quietly push open Alisha’s bedroom door and head to her hiding spot—the corner of her closet. She goes there when she knows I’m taking a beating from our drunk-ass uncle.
Since Pop was locked up on drug charges four months ago, one of the club whores has been taking care of us, and our Uncle Ron has been overseeing the care, taking his anger and frustration of “club business” out on me.
Pretty sure his kid, Dagger, was relieved the fucker spent less time at his house, beating on him and his mama.
If Pop ever found out how he treated me, he’d kill the fucker.
With all the strength I can muster, I pull open her closet door, and her blue eyes that mirror mine, lock on me. Her face is streaked with tears, and her sad gaze implores mine. Her usual bright smile has disappeared, and in its place is pain.
“Are you okay?” I ask, slumping onto the stained carpet beside her. She shakes her head, her face pale and her body trembling. My blood runs cold, and I know something’s wrong. This isn’t her usual response; she normally jumps to her feet and fusses over me, insisting on taking care of me.
Knowing Alisha is safe makes the beating on me easier, but today when I arrived home from the compound, our uncle was already here, and I assumed she’d already hidden.
“Alisha,” I mutter, stroking her thumb. My little sister craves affection. Hell, at some point, all of us MC kids did before we realized we were never going to get it.
“It hurts,” she whispers in a delicate tone that has my heart cracking into a thousand pieces.
Something is wrong, very wrong.
I lick my lips. “What does?” My voice comes out stronger than I feel, and I scan her face. The moment I knew my sister was hurt, my pain seemed to vanish, bringing hers to the forefront of my mind.
I’m her big brother. I’m meant to protect her. I swore it to our father as the police dragged him away.
“Down there.” She tilts her head to her thighs, and my stomach churns. Bile floods my mouth, but I swallow it back somehow. Blood drips from my lip onto my jeans as we stare into each other’s souls, and I know she sees the moment my life changes. The path I was so insistent onnever walking down becomes my only option, a willing option I’ll embrace with both hands.
