Page 11 of Serendipity

I MUST HAVE BLACKED out a bit, because I woke to a blood curdling scream. I was up, with a gun in my hand before my eyes had even opened. I had the reflexes of someone constantly at war. I was out the door and up the stairs before my brain even caught up with my instincts.

My heart was pounding in my ears as I kicked down the door in front of me. My gun was raised, and I searched the room for intruders.

But there was just the woman, whimpering and crying like she was being tortured. She was twisted in her bedsheets, the fabric pinning her arms to her sides. I could see her struggling, tasted her animalistic fear in the air, but she was still asleep. I wanted to turn and leave.

No one in the Club was being attacked. This shit wasn’t my problem. I watched her struggle, a pained whine leaving her pretty lips like someone was jabbing her with red hot pokers. I grunted a frustrated sound, and walked over to the bed. I pulled at the sheets, but she must have been tossing something ferocious because they were a hard rope. I slipped my knife from my boot and cut at the fabric.

Of course, that was the point those slow ass fuckers finally arrived. When I was standing over the bitch with a knife.

“What the fuck?” Cain roared, and was across the room, leveling an uppercut at my face. I took it.

Solomon and Judas weren’t far behind him, and I noticed a few of the other members were behind them. Fuck. I let Cain get one more good hit in, but then I grabbed his wrist.

“She was having a night terror. Got herself caught up. Take better care of your Property, Brother,”

I spat at him, and shouldered past him. Judas stepped aside to let me through, his eye like a laser. As alway, Judas saw too much.

I growled at the members of Damnation MC, all in varying states of undress. This is why I slept clothed. I stomped down the stairs and into the bar. I walked around the back and pulled out another bottle of Jack and downed half of it in one go. I wouldn’t die from alcohol poisoning, no matter how hard I tried. And fuck knows, I’d tried.

The burning liquor began to thrum through my veins, blurring my vision and setting off a ringing in my ears. Huh, that was new. Maybe I was actually killing brain cells. Good. Maybe I’d kill the fucking weak ass man who still wanted to save damsels in distress. I thought he was dead, but apparently I hadn’t worked hard enough yet. I took another deep swig, hoping this would be the day where I tipped the balance of blood versus liquor in my veins toward the direction of death.

“She was tortured.” A voice said from the darkness. I knew the voice, knew it as well as my own.

Before he’d been my President, he’d been my friend. My best friend. More. We grew up in my Daddy’s Club. Had the MC life shoved down our throats until we were old enough to patch in. When my father died, Judas fought for the Presidency. Then Laura happened.

I growled in Judas’ direction and slugged down the booze. I was going to need it for this conversation.

Judas came around the bar, standing opposite me, the polished surface between us. “From what she was gasping about just now, he tied her up, cut her, and let the rats feast on her. Guess that’s why she doesn’t like being restrained.”

I wanted to fucking vomit. Then I wanted to peel the flesh from whoever this fucker was until I

could piss on his corpse. I grunted and scowled. If he wanted a declaration of pity or empathy or some other fucking emotion, he was going to be waiting a long time. Apart from disgust, because rats were fucking gross, I had no soft emotions left in me.

“I can see you shutting down, G. But ask yourself this. If you care so little, if so much of your humanity is gone, why were you standing over her with a knife?”

I drank the dregs of the bottle, and I was swaying on my feet now. “To slit her pretty little throat,Pres.”

He huffed out a laugh, but it wasn’t a joyful sound. “Sure thing, G. You are many things, but you aren’t a fucking liar. Don’t start now, and least of all to yourself.”

With those fucking Yoda words of wisdom, he turned and left. I hated him right then, because he was forcing me to face something I didn’t want to see.

Screw it. Two more bottles of Jack and I wouldn’t see anything but the inside of a toilet bowl, and that was okay with me.

5

SOLOMON

W hile Cain was trying to beat the back teeth out of Goliath, I was through the door and on my knees beside Serendipity’s bed. She continued to thrash around, even though I didn’t know how she could still be asleep. Sleeping through the heavy thuds of flesh hitting flesh, and Cain’s goddamn roar, was nothing short of a miracle. Maybe she was sick?

I reached out and held my hand over her forehead like my mother used to do. She didn’t feel any hotter than normal. I expected her to flinch away, but instead she pushed her head into my hand as if she was clinging to the last lifeboat left on the Titanic. Her screams turned into whimpers, then moans. Not gonna lie, her moans made my dick hard. I chastised myself. She was moaning in fucking terror. That is not something to be hard about.

I kept my hand anchored to her forehead. “Serendipity. Sera,” I said softly, and she twisted more in her blankets as if she was searching for me in her dreams. I could almost spot the moment where she felt trapped by her sheets again. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, and I was on my feet, ripping the twisted bedclothes from her body.

Guess that explains what G was doing. I didn’t actually think he would hurt her. I have more faith in Goliath than he had in himself, despite the fact that he was a raging asshole. Hell, the same could be said for any man in this Club. You didn’t join an MC if you were the soft, cuddling type.

Free of her bonds, she let out a shuddering sigh of relief but still didn't wake. I touched her head again, Cain watching me like a hawk.

“Serendipity.” Fuck that was a mouthful. Sera didn’t really suit her either. “Dippy. Wake up, Woman. You are stressing Cain the fuck out.”

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