Page 14 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
My dick hardens further.
“Like what you see?”
“You know I do, vixen. Just like I know you feel the same. You think I haven’t felt the heat of your eyes tracing over me? I bet if I slipped my hands between your thighs, your pussy would be wet for me.”
“Uncuff me and you can find out.”
I chuckle under my breath. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Would you want my fingers or my tongue first?”
“If I had my way, Camden, you’d be the one handcuffed to the bed while I rode your face, fucking myself on your tongue. After I came all over you, then I’d take your big dick inside me. I bet you’d fill me so good.”
I’m not shocked easily, if ever, and this woman has done it more in the last few hours than most have in my entire life.
A fucking queen is right.
I grip my aching cock over my briefs, sliding my palm over the hard length, biting my bottom lip.
“If only I trusted you.”
“Who needs trust to share orgasms?”
“I do. Now go to bed.”
Releasing my cock, I slip into bed next to her, lying on my back and tucking my hands behind my head. I stare up at the ceiling, listening to Saige’s breathing as she tries to get comfortable with her wrists cuffed to the headboard. I know it has to be hurting her, but she doesn’t complain, and something about her suffering in silence doesn’t sit well with me.
But I have to stay resolute in my decisions. I’m this club’s leader. I can’t take any chances. Not when their lives are at stake. This club is all I have, and it means everything to me. Lucas and I were orphans, left to fend for ourselves by our druggie parents who disappeared and left us in an abandoned apartment for weeks before the landlord started coming around asking for rent.
I did everything I could to keep us afloat. But I was only thirteen. When child protective services came, I knew they’d separate us. Lucas was eleven, I was already a teenager, and I knew foster care was going to be a gamble I couldn’t afford to take. We were all each other had. I’d die before we were separated.
While Lucas and I were packing, I grabbed everything I could and snuck us out the back of the house. We spent a year on the streets together, going from shelter to shelter, while I worked dead-end jobs under the table, until I stumbled into an old man in a leather cut, who took us under his wing and gave us a family. And then I lost everything.
Our bikes skidto a stop outside a crumbling neighborhood on the edge of Amberwood, flames lighting up the night sky from the house in front of us. Lucas and Lena are in there.
Fear doesn’t come.
Only anger.
I’m off my bike at the same time as Rogue, fear radiating from him, heartbreak, turmoil. I can’t protect him from the outcome of what’s waiting inside, but I can protect him from what he sees.
“Hold him back!” I yell as Sin, Rolo, and other members race toward the burning house. Out of my peripheral, I see Malice and Wrath grab Rogue by the arms, using all their strength to hold him back while he screams like a wild animal.
My boots are the first to hit the crumbling floor of the house, the stench of decay and burning flesh permeating the air, burning my nose and throat. I cough into my arm as I push forward.
“Ace! Lucas!” I yell for my brother. “Lena!”
Rolo stays by my side, our guns drawn, even though the outside has been deserted of the Iron Wolves. We quickly clear the front half of the bottom floor, moving toward the back of the house. Smoke fills our lungs, the smell getting worse the closer we get to the back.
We come face-to-face with a scene that will forever be embedded in my mind. It will haunt me until the day I die. Rolo lurches to the side, bending at the waist and retching. I drop to my knees, my stomach bile turning as I stare at the charred remains of my brother. My blood. My other half in this world. They fucking took him from me.
He’s chained from the ceiling, his arms stretched out above him, his lifeless, naked body dangling, with his head lolling forward. He’s missing both of his feet; blood dried to the floor below him in a pool of burnt crimson. The scene is horrific, and I can barely comprehend what I’m staring at. Shock takes over as my head trembles, shaking slightly from side to side. My eyes dart over him, looking for anything that may tell me I’m wrong. That this man isn’t Lucas. Mymouth falls open in a silent scream, the taste of smoke and ash burning my tongue.
Then I see her. Lena. Her lifeless body curled on the ground, covered in bruises and cuts, her jeans missing, blood covering her bruised thighs. I know she’s gone without needing to check. They took them from us. Our only fucking siblings. They took them and tortured them. Based on everything in front of me, I know they raped Lena in front of Lucas. Over and over again, while he was forced to watch her torment.
Bile rises up, but I push it back down. Rage consumes me like an inferno.
I’m going to kill them all.
Rolo wipes tears from his eyes, coughing into his elbow as I move toward Lena, scooping her up into my arms as respectfully as I can, knowing we need to get out of here before the entire house burns down on top of us. My men exit first, and then I’m walking away from my brother, my best friend.
