Killer: A Bad Boy Romance (56 page)

Chapter Thirty Two

Shadow

When I first heard his voice flittering over the mic, I knew she had found him. Greene hadn’t spoken during the apartment altercation, but I had heard his voice in clips on the internet, and in my nightmares. He sounded like a whiner, and his voice grated on my nerves. I hated everything about him, everything he stood for, all the shit he had done.

The words spewing out of his mouth and over the line had me seeing red. No one else was ever going to fuck Sky so hard she would scream. No one else was ever going to fuck her all night long. That was my job. She was mine, and I was hers. No one would ever come between us.

I had known this was a possibility. So had she. Neither of us had wanted it, of course, and it burned me alive that he was probably touching her right now with his grubby hands that had also touched children, kissing her with lips that had touched so many others.

“Come on,” I muttered. “Say the code word.” My gun was in my hand. I didn’t even remember grabbing it. Every fiber of my being urged me to follow my instincts and just go in, but I waited. Sky was capable of taking care of herself. She had sworn she would say the code word—nightfall—if she felt uncomfortable or needed us to come in and get her if anyone got violent with her.

But when that fucker said he was going to fuck her right then, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to act and act now. I gestured to the boys. Only Sam the Slayer, Eyebrow, and Ratched had come along. Too big a group would attract attention if things went badly, and things were already starting to head that way.

Eyebrow was good with electronics, and he had a feed on the place on his laptop. The image on the screen showed the blueprints of the club, just the walls, doors, and windows, with blue lights to show everyone. Sky was the only red blinking light. Smart girl. She was right by a back door. I never underestimated her for a minute, but I had underestimated just how jealous I would be if someone else, as despicable as Greene was or otherwise, would dare try anything with her.

“Let’s go,” I growled. My blood was pumping so loudly I could hear it. My chest ached. Fear was a bitter taste in my mouth. Sky was not about to get raped by a monster. How could I have been willing to endanger her? We all knew this guy was a sick fuck. Guess he would screw anybody—kids, women… hell, maybe guys too. He would be willing to shove it in any hole.

Well, I would be putting a hole through him. A bullet hole. Or two. Or three. Empty the entire clip into him. He would never touch anyone every again. He would wish he had never been born.

As soon as Sky had gone inside, I had climbed into the van so the guys and I collectively could know what was going on. It was far too crammed in here and far past time to get out and make a move. I pointed my gun at the back door, and Ratched opened it immediately.

“Close it,” I said suddenly, changing my mind. “Drive around to the back.” We needed to be close to the door just in case we had to have a speedy getaway. The plan had never been to open fire inside the sex club, but if there were no other choice, I wouldn’t hesitate.

Ratched closed the door, and Eyebrow floored it. The bouncer was busy letting people in so hopefully he didn’t pay any attention to the dark-colored van driving around behind his club at night without the lights on.

As soon as he parked us in front of the back door nearest to Sky, we all filed out. Sam the Slayer reached for his gun, but I shook my head. Too many guns would be a bad idea. I should probably put mine away too. I snorted. Like that was going to happen.

“Be ready, all of you,” I demanded, my voice thick. I hadn’t heard much at all over the line since he’d said he was going to fuck her, and if we had taken too long to make our move… If he had actually… I couldn’t even think about it.

The handle of the back door wouldn’t budge no matter how hard I tried. Locked. Of course. Damn it! I kicked it in frustration.

Eyebrow’s fingers flew over the keyboard. He hadn’t always been a hacker, but we had needed one a few times, so he had taught himself out of necessity. In no time at all, there was a slight buzzing sound, and the handle turned in my hand. That man deserved a raise.

To the right were Sky and Greene. She was pouring a drink into his mouth, her hand down his pants. His hand was on hers, making her stroke him. His other hand was on her bare tits—he had pulled down on her dress, ripped it even. The fucker!

No one else seemed to notice our arrival, so I shoved my gun into the back of my jeans. My brothers and I hauled the man off of Sky. My hand covered his mouth so he couldn’t scream. Oh, he struggled all right, arms and legs flailing, but we were too much for him, and we forced him out of the back door. Sky closed it behind us.

I shoved Greene into the arms of the boys and stared at Sky. Her makeup was smudged, her eyes wide and red, but I saw no blood, no bruises.

“Are you all right?” I murmured.

She nodded.

Greene was back to fighting. Sam the Slayer had just wrestled a gun away from him and Eyebrow socked Greene right in the temple. The guy went down, dazed but not unconscious. He lumbered to his feet.

I grabbed his shirt and dragged him along. Only remembering that the bouncer was just around the corner, prevented me from shooting him right then and there.

This area of town wasn’t the greatest so it wasn’t too populated at night, and the guys and I, with Sky trailing behind, brought the fucker to a back alley.

I shoved Greene to the ground. His head connected with a sick crack and all of the fight went out of him. He stared up at me with tears in his eyes. Fucking coward.

With all of my weight behind it, I stomped my foot on his chest to keep him in place. I pulled my gun from the waistband of my jeans and I aimed the barrel for right between his eyes. Without looking up from my target, I barked, “Two of you go and check.”

Footsteps told me my order was being followed. They would make sure no one was nearby who might hear and report the shot. Or shots.

Time and space and everything just seemed to stop as I waited for them to return. Finally, Sam the Slayer and Ratched returned, both nodded.

Arm straight, gun not wavering, I fired a single shot.

Greene didn’t even make a sound.

As I watched him die, something inside of me snapped. I couldn’t explain it. Something just changed, shifted, transformed, I don’t know, but I felt free.

Free.

I would always carry the scars of my past, but my past could remain there. It didn’t have to influence my present, and it sure as hell had no place in my future. Sky had so much ambition for herself. Why couldn’t I? Didn’t I want to be more than just a guy who went around town shooting pedophiles? There were other ways to change things, weren’t there?

For so long, rage and anger and frustration had controlled me. I had kept all of those emotions deep inside of me whenever my foster father had touched me. As a child, I couldn’t cope with what had happened to me. That no one had believed me hadn’t helped any, so I just internalized everything. It had only made everything worse. I had built up huge walls so that I couldn’t ever get hurt again.

With no way to cope with the horrible fate life had given me, I had grown up hating everything and everyone. Sam the Slayer had been my first real friend. We had bonded, at first, over our bikes, but when we had gotten drunk one night at a bar and he had confessed that someone had molested his sister, I first had the idea of an MC. It surprised and unsettled me how easily I was able to find and recruit other guys who had someone in their lives who had been molested too.

But the recruiting process had been so long and arduous for both the guys and me, that my nightmares had gotten so bad I tried to escape them by not sleeping. That was when I had turned to drugs. And the drugs had led me to the mob and to contract killing.

Because of that rage and frustration, and being a gun for hire, the only logical next step had been to start offing pedos. I hadn’t seen another way. Talking the guys into it hadn’t been that hard. Some had taken revenge already for their loved ones. Some, like me, saw this as a way to cope, to have revenge even if it wasn’t against the one who had done the actual harm to his loved one or to myself. Believe me, I had wanted to go after my foster father. I had wanted him to be my first mission. Who knows? Maybe his death by my hand would’ve been enough for me, and I never would’ve embarked on such a dark path.

Finding him hadn’t been too hard even though it had been years since I had left his house, but he was in hospice. He was dying of prostate cancer. I’d found him only for him to die before I could make a move. Honestly, I had felt robbed, cheated even.

So I found other pedos and killed them instead. That had been my life, for a time. But those walls I had built up to try and protect myself? Sky had been the only one to crack them. She had been there for me. Even when she had left me, she had already made changes in me. For some time now, I had wanted to be a better man for her, but I hadn’t actually been ready to take that step to do anything about it.

What was it about Sky? There had been other women, but I hadn’t even thought about telling them about my past. With her, I had opened up. For the most part, she was good and kind, but she also had a devilish side too. Her soul wasn’t completely white, and while her sins—stealing a little bit here and there from customers mostly—weren’t anything serious, she could level with me and me with her. Her upbringing had been completely different from mine, but she could still relate to me. And that wasn’t even to mention how we sparked in the bedroom. We connected on so many levels.

Normally, after I offed a pedo, I felt better for a little while, but it never lasted long. Killing had become such a huge part of my life that it had replaced drugs for me. It helped to dull the pain, to keep the nightmares at bay, but it never lasted long. I would need another fix, need another mission.

But this feeling of freedom… I had never felt before, and I somehow knew that this was the last kill I would ever need to make. My past would no longer torment me. I could move past it. I suspected that it might have to do with the personal nature of this kill. This hadn’t been the first time I’d been shot at or even injured during a mission, but this fucker had gone after Sky. He had deserved to die for his crimes.

Like Sky had told me a long while ago, there would always be other pedophiles. I still wanted to go after them, but I wouldn’t kill them. I’d figure something out. Sky and I could figure it out together.

I grabbed Sky and stared deeply into her eyes. She looked peaceful. I breathed easier. I hadn’t ever wanted to kill in front of her again, but maybe now she could share in the peace and freedom I now felt.

My hands brushed her hair back from her shoulders, and I cupped her cheeks. My lips claimed hers, soft at first but then more urgently, with a needy kind of desperation. We were both gasping for air when we pulled apart.

“Sky, I want to tell you something.” My voice was low, soft, and almost unrecognizable. “From this moment on, I’m a changed man. We’re leaving the brotherhood, and we’re starting over.”

Chapter Thirty Three

Sky

The entire trek back to the clubhouse, I sat on Shadow’s lap, clinging to him. There had been enough room for his bike to fit into the back of the van so we didn’t have to drive it back. I needed this closeness with him. We didn’t talk or kiss. There was nothing that needed to be said. We were together. We were safe. We were ready to put that horrible crap behind us.

As soon as we arrived, I took a long, hot shower to wash away the makeup and stench the sex club had left on me. Thankfully Greene hadn’t touched me that much, so my body didn’t feel that dirty, but even so, the shower felt like it was washing me clean, stripping me of my old life, and giving me license to start this new one afresh.

I emerged from the steam feeling triumphant and, more importantly, happy.

I was at peace. With the past, with my present, and with the future.

And I knew and trusted Shadow felt the exact same way.

When I exited the bathroom, there was a commotion going on downstairs—laughing, talking, cheering. I grinned. It sounded like a party.

Quickly, I changed into something that felt more me than that skanky dress I had just been wearing to the sex club. I could already imagine the blaze it would spark when I burned it. A quick brush of my hair, some light makeup, and I was ready.

I hurried downstairs to find all of the guys crammed into the bar area. Music was playing, and everyone looked so happy I couldn’t help but smile. My smile stretched even wider when I spied Shadow. He was at the end of the bar, nursing a beer, watching everyone. He hadn’t seen me yet, and I enjoyed seeing him so relaxed.

After he had finished his beer, he waved off Sam the Slayer, who was currently acting as bartender and had started to reach for another bottle.

Shadow stood and clapped his hands. It took three tries for the guys to notice and another three before the place was quiet enough for him to be heard.

My dead sexy, hot, biker dude took his time looking around. I still didn’t think he saw me, but that didn’t matter. He obviously had something to share with the guys, and I was as interested as they were to hear what their leader had to say.

“We’ve been through so much,” Shadow started, his voice thick and emotional. “Good times. Bad times. Decent times. Shitty times. We’ve dealt with it all, and we’ve come out stronger for it.”

A round of cheers went up.

Shadow raised his hand for quiet. “We all have different backgrounds, different strengths, and different weaknesses. We’ve all grown, as individuals, and as a family.”

Some of the guys chest-bumped, knocked their fists together, or clanged their beers.

“We’ve all had a darkness looming over us. Our pasts or the shit that went down with our loved ones… We bonded over that, as crazy and fucked up as that is. The world can be a dangerous place, and we did our part to make it better, safer.”

“Did?” Ratched asked quietly, so quietly that not everyone might have heard him.

Shadow had to have, but he ignored his brother. “Life has a funny way of handling things, you know? It can give us everything, and it can take it away. And sometimes, it gives it back to you.” He crossed his arms, muscles flexing. “I never had a family until this, until us.”

Another round of cheers. More hugs, more drinks, more talking and laughing.

It took a fair amount of time before everyone settled again.

“You’ll always be my family,” Shadow said, his low voice carrying throughout the silent bar. “Always.” He pounded on fist to his chest. “Ride together. Ride forever.”

“Ride together. Ride forever!” Most, if not all, of the brothers took up the shout.

“But now my road is taking me elsewhere. I have to get out of the MC.”

“Wait, you’re stepping down?” Sam the Slayer asked.

“You’re leaving us?” Eyebrow shook his head.

“Dude, no way.” Killa, a guy whose body was covered in tattoos, glowered at Shadow. “You can’t, man. No way, no how.”

“I have to, and I will,” Shadow said calmly. “You all are free. You can go back to your lives. Do what you want. Or you can stay in the club.” He shrugged. “Do whatever feels right. That’s what I’m going to do.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. The words Shadow had said to me while we had watched Greene die came back to me. “From this moment on, I’m a changed man. We’re leaving the brotherhood, and we’re starting over.” I hadn’t realized just what that would mean to both him and the guys. It was heartbreaking. They really were a family, and now he was leaving them because of me, for me.

No. It wasn’t about me. It was about him. Shadow was the one walking away. I might have wanted him to stop his missions, but I never expected him to leave the motorcycle club behind. That could only ever be his choice. He had been with the club far longer than we had been together. They were as much a part of him as I was.

“After everything we’ve been through, you’re just abandoning us?” someone called out from the back.

“I’m not abandoning you,” Shadow protested. “You don’t—“

But he was losing the crowd as his brothers began to call out to him and talk to each other, some louder than others.

“You’re deserting us.”

“For no good reason.”

“For a terrible reason. A girl who left you already. Who can’t make up her mind. Why go back to her? Why choose her over us?”

I winced. Some of the guys standing near me backed away as if I had the plague.

I opened my mouth to speak up but then shut it. They were Shadow’s people. It would be best for him to handle this on his own. My trying to help would probably only make matters worse.

“You have to understand.” Shadow took a deep breath.

Sam the Slayer cracked open a beer and slid it down the bar. Shadow grabbed it and took three long swallows.

“Sometimes, you have to move on.”

Grumbling started. Most weren’t happy, but Ratched was nodding slowly. I liked him. He was calm and levelheaded. Plus, he had kept on top of Shadow to keep up with his exercises after he had been discharged from the hospital. A good nurse and a great guy.

Ratched waved a hand in the air. “You don’t seem so… tortured,” he settled on.

And it was true. There had always been a rough edge to Shadow, a part of him that seemed too damaged to ever be fixed. Right now, though, it was gone. He looked happier.

“We all have our demons,” Shadow said. “That’s why we pulled the crazy shit we’ve done.”

“You got rid of yours,” Eyebrow said.

“Good for you.” Sam the Slayer walked out from behind the bar and clinked his beer to Shadow’s. Then he gave him a one-armed hug.

The grumbling changed to congratulatory remarks, and Shadow made his way through the crowd, talking to each of his brothers, hugging them, laughing with them, making his peace with them all. They really loved each other. Although Shadow had been a bad man, he had a good heart. He loved me, and he would always be loyal to me.

Was there anything else I could ask for?

The party continued, a rockin’ good time, and it became more than just a celebration that we had triumphed over Frank Greene. It became a goodbye party too. Almost. More like an until-we-run-into-each-other-again kind of party. I had no idea what the future would hold or where we would go, but the guys would always be a part of Shadow, and I didn’t mind sharing him at all.

Wives and girlfriends began to show up, and that was when the night really started to get wild and crazy. There was dancing and laughter and happiness. I didn’t seek out Shadow, wanting him to have his time with his guys since I would have him for the rest of our lives.

But when he did come over to me, his eyes brightening his face as he took in my tight tank top and my old denim miniskirt, I did not turn him away. We slow danced despite the fast, upbeat song playing. His heart sounded so loud as I rested my head against his chest. Again, we didn’t talk. We just were. And that was all either of us needed.

***

A couple of days later, Shadow and I were just finishing packing up. As I grabbed my phone charger, I hesitated.

“What’s up?” Shadow asked.

I walked over and sat on the stripped bed. “Marie,” I murmured. I hadn’t heard back from her after our fight. Yesterday, I had called my parents and talked to them for the first time in ages. It had been almost surreal, but I was glad Marie had never told them about my absence—when I had been in the coma—so they hadn’t worried about me. Dad said I sounded happier than ever before, and Mom thought my idea to go to beauty school was great. She didn’t think I would fail. I had had my share of disappointments in life, some before Shadow, some with, but beauty school would not be one of them.

My fingers flew over the tiny keyboard as I quickly texted Marie that I was leaving. “I hope you’ll come see me off,” I finished the text with. I tossed my phone onto the bed beside me. “I just don’t want us to be fighting anymore,” I said, staring up at the ceiling as I flopped back.

“Maybe the situation between you two needs more time.” Shadow came over and patted my knee. “I don’t want to come between you two.”

“She doesn’t know the whole story, just some vague hints about the bad stuff. Of course she hates you.”

“Hard to see why.” Shadow held out his hands in an ‘I’m-always-innocent’ kind of way. “I’m perfect.”

If there had been a pillow on the bed, I would’ve flung it at him. “Sure you are.”

“Hey.” He frowned, pretending to pout, but then he pounced on me, tickling me, and it was glorious and fun, and it completely took my mind off my worries.

Two hours passed, and we were all packed up and ready to hit the road. There wasn’t a whole lot we could take with his. Shadow had fixed up an old motorcycle for me, and he gave it to me last night. I had gotten my license to drive one back when we had first started dating, but since we had always gone everywhere together, there hadn’t been a point in my having one of my own. “Don’t think of it as a present,” he had said. “It’s an investment in our future.”

My heart warmed at his words, and I ran my fingers across the smooth seat.

A car honked, and I glanced up to see a taxi. Marie climbed out. She didn’t exactly rush over, but she was here.

Shadow nodded at her. She ignored him. I wasn’t at all surprised when he headed back toward the clubhouse to give us some privacy.

I rushed over to her and nearly plowed into her as I hugged her hard. “You came.”

“You’re leaving.” Her gaze shifted to Shadow, who had just reached the front door. “With him.”

“Yes.” I stared at her, willing her to hear me out. “I never once told you anything good about Shadow. All of the great times we’ve had together. I only ever used you as a sounding board when things got tough. That wasn’t right. It painted an awful picture of him.”

She raised her eyebrows but didn’t interrupt.

“Yes, he was a bad man, and he did horrible things. His past, his upbringing… It was hell. Seriously hellish. That’s no excuse for what he’s done. I know that. He knows that. But, Marie, he’s a changed man. I swear he is.”

“How can you be so sure?” There wasn’t a hint of disbelief in her voice this time. She was just asking a question, reserving judgment.

“We’re leaving,” I said simply. “Leaving the MC. Leaving behind the shit from his past. That bad stuff I hinted to you about before the car accident? He’s done with all of that. He’s a changed man,” I repeated. “If you would give him a chance, I think you might like him. He’s not perfect, but then again, neither are you, and I love you anyway.” I grinned at her then held my breath, waiting for a reaction.