Blaydes Betrayal (Savage Saints MC Book 2) Page 9

  “Let’s deal with this and then Kingston. Once it’s put to rest, we can go full throttle on your past. Maybe bring everyone in.” Kayne suggests.

  I shake my head back and forth and exhale a deep sigh, “I’m ashamed, Kayne. If they all know how much of a failure I am, none of my brothers will ever trust me again. I can’t bring them all in.” I pull my switchblade out of my pocket and play with it. It’s my coping mechanism when things stress me out. Silence descends between the two of us, tension thick in the air. I flick the blade open and closed several times, it’s calming and relaxing me. Kayne wants me to bring everyone on board, open up and show them what a failure I am. How I couldn’t protect someone who I swore I’d protect. I can’t do it. I can’t let them know what a failure I am.

  Kayne’s phone vibrates in his pocket, cutting through the tension. He fishes it out and reads the message. His eyes fly to the screens, searching. I look too and a bright headlight flashes quickly past the camera.

  “It’s show time.” Kayne hurries out the door and I follow, closing and locking it behind me. Poison and Siren are at the top of the stairs, heading down them quickly. “He’s here. Basement now.” Poison grabs Siren’s hand and leads her to the basement door, through the kitchen. Kayne and I are following close behind.

  This is it, it finally ends now. My heart is hammering in my chest and my fingers are itching to spill blood and dirty my already damaged and stained soul.

  The basement is dark and cold while we wait in the shadows. Heavy footsteps creak above us across the floorboards. The shuffling of boots as they walk from room to room. There’s a pause in the kitchen and the steps come closer to the basement door.

  “Blayde. You ready?” Kayne whispers in the darkness across the room. Kayne and Poison are off to the left of the stairs, behind a set of boxes. Poison’s job is to get Drex all the way down here. Once he follows her, my job is to sneak up behind him and put him in a chokehold. Siren will tie his hands and then we have some fun ending his life the way he ended his club.

  “Ready.” I whisper back. I’m underneath the wooden stairs waiting, and Siren is tucked behind me, gripping my cut with shaking fingers. Her whole body is vibrating. I can smell the fear pouring off her. I reach behind me, seeking her out. “It’s going to be fine. I’ve got you.” I whisper in her ear.

  “Thank you.” She whispers back, her voice trembling with terror. I know Siren’s stronger than what she’s portraying right now, but this man has scared the shit out of her. Another reason why he dies tonight.

  The basement door creaks open slowly, the light from the kitchen pouring down the stairs. Drex is at the top, his body a silhouette of darkness. Poison steps out from behind Kayne and stops at the bottom of the stairs.

  “Looking for me daddy dearest?” Poison taunts Drex.

  She stares up at Drex and a smirk forms on his rugged face. “Poison,” he spits out with a growl. “Why are you hiding? Afraid of me are you?”

  “No, not anymore.” She levels him with a glare as he takes the stairs one at a time. His boots are heavy with each step.

  “I’m going to have fun torturing you, then I think I’ll go after that little bitch who tried to stop me before.” Drex is halfway down the stairs when he suddenly stops. Come on asshole, just a little further.

  Drex cocks his head to the side, an evil sneer on his lips. “I found her.” He shouts up the stairs. Four other men come into view and Poison’s eyes widen for a split second. Long enough for Drex to see and a maniacal laugh escapes past his lips. “Did you think I’d come alone, little girl? I’m not that stupid.” He takes another step forward and the four men follow. One I recognize. I just sank my blade into him a few days ago, Chris. His eyes are ping-ponging around, but from where he’s at, his sight is limited.

  Come on Poison, move. You’ve got to do your part. Her feet are cemented to the floor as Drex takes another step closer. “Your mother was a junkie slut. Do you know that? Fucking my VP behind my back. Ending up pregnant with you and then again with your sister. Thank fuck I got rid of that vile bitch for good.” Drex taunts.

  That gets Poison moving. She steps back towards Kayne. “You’re lying you disgusting piece of shit.” She lifts her chin in defiance, Drex’s nose flares from her outburst. Good, Poison keep them moving down the stairs. She takes another step back as Drex and the others step forward.

  “Am I?” Drex sneers. “That junkie would do anything for a fix and a fuck. She’s a slut, just like you are. She was nothing before I found her and brought her into my world.” Drex takes the last step and reaches the bottom of the stairs. The basement door slams shut behind them, plunging us into darkness.

  Now’s our chance to attack. I hear shuffling feet pounding up the stairs. An oomph penetrates through the chaos. I draw my .40 caliber Smith and Wesson out of my cut and move away from Siren still tucked in the shadows.

  “One of you turn on a fucking light now,” Drex demands, telling me exactly where he is. I quietly make my way to him at the bottom of the stairs and wrap my forearm around his neck in a tight hold, cutting off his air supply. While I hold the cold metal of my gun against his head, locked and loaded. He struggles underneath my hold, but I’m a lot stronger than he is and his fighting is useless against me.

  “Welcome to hell, bitch.” I whisper in Drex’s ear.

  His men are still pounding away at the door and don’t hear him struggle. Stupid motherfuckers. The basement door finally gives away from them pushing against it and two out of four men fall onto the kitchen floor. They’re immediately dragged away by my brothers. The other two are torn between helping them and helping Drex.

  I tighten my hold on Drex’s throat, daring him to make a move. The sound of bones crunching and muffled cries penetrate around us and the other two men decide to help their men out and leave Drex down here. Their boots pound up the stairs quickly.

  “Fucking… useless… assholes…” Drex struggles for words.

  I drag him deeper into the shadows of the basement, knowing my brothers will take care of those guys. They’ll have their own fun in the garage, while we have ours down here.

  Poison steps out of the shadows and pulls the chain to the single light bulb shining down on a metal chair cemented to the concrete floor. A drain is below the chair, making clean up easy. “Now, Drex is that any way to speak about the men you hired? Such a pity.” She taunts him.

  Drex’s body grows stiff under my hold and I squeeze his neck a little harder with my forearm. He’s wheezing and gasping for breaths. Kayne and Poison are standing next to the chair, enjoying Drex’s struggle. Siren finally comes up beside me and grabs Drex’s hands. He struggles against her, trying to fight her off. She grabs his pinky finger and bends it back, causing a grunt to escape his lips and he falls to his knees.

  “Now I have you on your knees, asshole.” Siren quickly ties the ropes around his wrists and I drag him to the chair. Throwing him down onto the metal chair, Siren quickly grabs Drex’s kicking feet and ties them to the chair.

  “You’re not going to get away with this, bitch.” Drex wheezes for air. I release my unforgiving grip on his throat, moving in front of Drex while he coughs and stutters.

  “That’s no way to talk to my woman, motherfucker.” I raise my clenched fist and swing hard, connecting with the side of his head. The satisfying crunch of his face under my fist is music to my ears. Drex’s head whips to the side, blood spurting from his mouth.

  He laughs through the pain, blood coating his teeth. “She’s no woman. She’s a whore just like her mother and can suck dick like a pro. Isn’t that right, Siren?” He glares at her and Siren’s face is full of fury.

  “Raping a teenage girl doesn’t make her a slut you motherfucker.” Siren fires back.

  Poison moves toward us, glaring at Drex. “What did you say?”

  Siren swallows hard realizing her mistake. Realization dawns on me, she told no one what happened. “Nothing. Drop it.” She shakes her head back an
d forth, her dark hair whipping around.

  “No Siren, I won’t drop it. He raped you? When? Where? What happened?” Poison asks, gently.

  “I didn’t rape her. You can’t rape someone willing to spread their legs.” Drex taunts.

  Red clouds my vision homed in on Drex cackling about his statement. I’ve had enough of his mouth and rain another powerful blow to his face. Repeatedly, blow after blow.

  I don’t stop until Kayne pulls me off him. “Enough brother. He’ll get what’s coming to him. The girls need this right now.”

  I cast my gaze to Siren and Poison huddled together. Poison has her arms wrapped around Siren, holding her tight. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “If I did, he would’ve killed you.” Siren’s voice is thick with dread. “The only way I could keep you safe was to allow him and his brothers to do what they wanted to me. They wanted you, but MadDog stopped them and then their attention landed on me. MadDog had no idea either. No one did.” Siren’s body is trembling with each word she speaks until her eyes land on Drex. I watch as Siren fights against the demons haunting her and a sinister smile etches on her beautiful face. One I recognize within myself. She’s taking back control. “Now it’s my turn to shift power.”

  Siren strolls over to Drex sitting in the chair, bound and tied up like the pig he is. His swollen eyes follow her every move. She leans over Drex, yanking on his hair forcing his head back. I stand directly beside her, letting her do what she needs to do in order to beat these demons haunting her. I hand Siren my switchblade and keep my pistol pointed at Drex’s head. Siren takes the switchblade and flips it open. A deadly gleam appears in her emerald eyes.

  “Look what I have here, Drex.” She runs the blade up his shirt and it rips away like butter. My dick is twitching against my jeans, watching her inflict torture on Drex. Drex struggles against the ropes binding his hands, trying to back away from my girl. I love the way that sounds in my head. My girl. My Butterfly. My Siren.

  “I think I’ll let you suffer the way you made me suffer all these years. The way you made me feel like a worthless piece of shit. The way you made me do things I didn’t want to do.” Siren slowly sinks my blade into Drex’s chest. My dick twitches again, watching her take back her power. Drex is trying to fight the pain, his grunts penetrating the basement, echoing off the walls. Siren shifts her hold and a wild gleam enters her eyes at the first sign of blood dripping down his torso. My girl is enjoying this. She’s finding her strength one slice at a time and I’m enjoying the pain she’s inflicting on him. Siren makes another cut deeper across his chest. She makes several more, repeatedly. She’s cutting his chest, abs and arms. Drex’s grunts turn into ear-piercing wails until his voice is hoarse and my Butterfly keeps going. Blood is everywhere. He stops struggling and loses consciousness from blood loss and pain. My body is on fire watching her. Who knew I’d enjoy watching Siren torture someone into unconsciousness? I sure in the fuck didn’t and now that I’ve had a taste, I want more. I want her to keep going until her body is vibrating with need and the only way to fix it is my cock deep inside of her.

  “Siren,” Poison says gently, capturing her attention. She places her hand over Siren’s bloody one and stops her from making any more cuts. “It’s OK. You’ve got your power back. Let us finish this.”

  Siren steps away from Drex’s unconscious form and drops my switchblade, hanging her head in shame. I’m on her in three quick strides, gathering her slender body in my arms. Siren grips me tight around the waist and buries her head in my chest. I don’t care that she’s getting someone else's blood all over me. The only thing I care about is getting her back up to my room and fucking her six ways to Sunday until both of us are satisfied and the hunger for her sexy slender body is sated.

  “Good job, Butterfly. How are you feeling?” I ask, nudging Siren’s head up so I can look into her eyes. Her green irises are wild and a groan escapes my throat. She licks her lips and I follow, wanting to suck on that full bottom lip.

  “I don’t know. I feel better taking back control, but I’m afraid, Blayde. I’m afraid I’m going to turn into the monster my father is. A cold-blooded killer with no remorse.” She squeezes my waist tighter and leans into me. “Don’t let me, please.”

  “I won’t Butterfly. I won’t let you turn into a monster.” I promise her and with the Biker Gods as my witness, I will never let her turn into a cold-blooded killer.

  “Michelle,” Siren whispers. “My real name is Michelle. Now kiss me. I need to feel something other than the darkness.”

  “Michelle,” I groan, letting her real name roll off my tongue. My lips land on hers in a heartbeat. She opens her mouth, allowing my tongue to plunge inside her hot wet heat. Our kiss is sloppy and wanting, causing my cock to stir painfully against my zipper. Siren grips my hair and pulls our mouths closer. With each sweep of my tongue battling hers, she trembles under my grip. A moan escapes her lips and right now, it’s just the two of us. Everything else fades out.

  A throat clears behind us and I pull my lips away from hers. I slowly turn my head and see Poison and Kayne holding onto each other and a smile on Poison’s face. “We’re going to end him now. Siren, do you want to stick around or leave?” Poison is giving her the choice. Letting her decide.

  “I’ll stay. I want to make sure Drex is no longer breathing or haunting me.” Siren’s answer surprises me.

  “OK. Stand back and let me do my work.” Poison answers with a smirk. The familiar gleam in her hazel eyes would scare the shit out of me if I was on the receiving end of her work. Kayne kisses Poison with so much passion, she sways a little. Once Poison gets her bearings, she bends down until she’s eye level with Drex. Slapping his face with the palm of her hand, Poison awakens him.

  “Time to play.” The coldness in her voice sends shivers down my spine but by the look in his eyes, Kayne is enjoying it. He adjusts his jeans not so subtly and smirks. Drex grunts in pain. Poison slaps him again. “Wake up and enjoy this, asshole.”

  Poison stands behind Drex yanking his head back, exposing his throat. Kayne steps in front of them, his boot lands on Drex’s dick. Drex screams in pain as Kayne digs in further.

  “You want to force yourself on young teenage girls. I’ll cut your nasty fucking dick off and shove it down your throat. Deep throat that motherfucker.” Kayne snarls. Drex is sobbing in pain.

  Poison pulls out her LHR black combat knife Kayne bought her from her boot. The six-inch blade appears with a flick of her wrist and she holds it to his throat. Drex stiffens under Poison’s grip. She leans closer and with a cold deadly voice, she delivers her final words to the man who controlled her her entire life.

  “Have fun in hell you narcissistic asshole. I hope the devil fucks your ass with no lube for eternity.” She slides the blade across Drex’s throat. He garbles and struggles while his blood runs down his body into the drain. Poison holds onto his head and we all watch as the light leaves his eyes and his body slumps forward. Siren loosens her grip on my waist and she relaxes against me.

  “Is it finally over?” Siren asks.

  “Yes. He will never haunt you again.” I promise.

  “Thank you.” She snuggles into my side and my heart skips a beat. Now that this part is over, I need to tell Siren the truth about my past. I don’t know how she will take it or if she’ll want to stick around, but she needs to know about Monica.

  “Siren, there’s one more thing you need to know about my past.” I struggle for the right words.

  Kayne notices and steps in. “Let’s go find the prospects and get them to clean this shit up. Then you can tell her.” He slaps me on the back. Heading up the stairs, Kayne and Poison are in front of us, his arm tight around her shoulders. I have Siren tucked under my arm. She stops at the bottom of the stairs and turns to look at Drex’s dead body.

  “It’s finally over.” Siren’s voice is peaceful and full of acceptance.

  I lead her up the stairs. She’s right, her past is finally
put to rest. Now, I need to bury my ghosts haunting me in order to move forward with Siren. I’ll have to come clean on everything that concerns Monica and her disappearance. That scares me more than taking a life with my blade.

  Chapter 14

  Blayde

  I’m edgy as I pace the kitchen. One foot in front of the other I walk from the table tucked in the corner to the stove and back. My hands are shaking and my heart is beating hard against my chest. The need to ride overcomes me. I need to clear my head before I tell Siren about the ghosts of my past haunting me. The failure I’d become the day Monica disappeared. Siren and Poison are sitting at the table watching me, waiting for me to begin my tale. Kayne is standing still on the other side of the marble island patiently waiting for me to tell them. I stop pacing and look out the kitchen window. The sun is a few hours away and I need to get this over with before everyone comes back for an update.

  Forgoing the ride I’m itching to take, I plop down in the chair at the table and steeple my fingers together, leaning my weight on my elbows. The prospects are done cleaning up down in the basement and Drex’s body is gone. So are the men that showed up with him. All my brothers took a ride to dispose of the bodies so it’s just the four of us here. Holly is staying at Stryker’s house for the night and Cougar took an impromptu trip to Detroit to visit Steam, the president of the Savage Saints, Detroit chapter.

  I can’t look at anyone while they know what a failure I am so I cast my eyes on the table, following the wood grain pattern. I don’t want to see their pity or shame. Clearing my throat, I begin my tale.

  “Before Kayne and I were sent here, I was dating a girl named Monica on and off for a couple of years. She wanted me to leave the Club and that was what we always fought about. She didn’t understand the MC life and didn’t like the fact I chose the club over her every time. She wanted all my attention on her all the time and I wouldn’t do it. Every time the club called I went. It didn’t matter if I was balls deep fucking her or if she was deep throating me. My phone rang and I was gone. The club comes first.