Cocky's Fight (Devils Rejects MC 6)

Thrust.

Stab.

I take it all until I find the opportune moment to make a move.

Chapter 15

—Cocky

“Did you kill her?”

“Nearly,” I answer Uno as I pull on some jeans. “She still has a pulse. Much to my disappointment,” I confess.

“A bit morbid of you. What the fuck happened?” I can feel his judgment already being cast. He thinks that I cheated on Melissa with this skanky bitch and he hates me for doing it.

“I came up here to pass out last night and when I came to this crazy cunt was forcing herself on me.”

Uno busts out laughing. “Forcing you?”

“It’s not funny, Goddamn you. I feel violated. I feel dirty and used. I hate the feel of my own skin right now.”

His brows knit together as his dark eyes narrow on me. “You’re serious. Look, man, I was just fucking around. I’m sorry.”

I give him a chin lift. “Do one thing for me. Keep an eye on her and when she wakes call me.”

“You going to tell Melissa what happened?”

“I have to. She deserves to know.”

“If you want my advice. Don’t tell her. She sees you as this enigma. This strong man who keeps it together for her. Don’t wreck it by putting any doubts in her mind.”

I didn’t ask him but put the thought under advisement. “Thanks, Uno. Don’t let her leave here. I want to deal with her personally.”

I leave the clubhouse and head for home. The first thing I want is a hot shower. Hot enough to boil my skin until it blisters and new grows back. People think that men can’t be affected by being violated, but she violated me. She wounded my pride greatly. I’m a cocky man, but I take no great pleasure in hurting a woman but her—it felt good to watch all the color drain from her face.

I pull up at the house and the first thing I notice is the front door isn’t locked. I have be

en after Melissa to keep the damn thing locked. Jimmy could get out on his own and get into something he shouldn’t or worse get injured. I open the door and call out to them but get no response. In fact, it appears no one is here. I glance back to the street. Melissa’s car is still out front. Maybe she went to the store with one of the girls to get snacks for their lunch. Though she normally would text to ask if I need something. I pull out my phone and it’s dead. When I pass by Jimmy’s bedroom his bed is unmade. Melissa always makes sure he does the chore but perhaps they were in a hurry.

In the master bedroom I find Melissa’s robe laying on the floor. I pick it up and get an uneasy feeling creeping up on me. She never leaves clothes laying about. In our household growing up it’d get you beat. It is habit instilled in us both. One that she never breaks from. I plug in my phone and go to get into the shower while I wait for it to get some charge to it. There is water still in the tub that judging by the film ring around the basin has been here for hours.

Something is very wrong here. I rush back to the bedroom and start calling the guys, asking of any of their old ladies are with Melissa and Jimmy. Much to my disappointment none of them have spoken with nor seen her since yesterday. I go back to the clubhouse and find Uno at the bar nursing a beer. “Where is she?”

He grins at me. “Cuffed to your bed.”

“Come on. Melissa and Jimmy are missing and if this crazy cunt has done anything to harm them, I will kill the bitch for real this time.”

Uno follows me up the stairs. He isn’t my choice for an accomplice but he’s what I have. “What do you mean by Melissa and Jimmy are missing?”

I explain to him about the laundry, the bath water, and her car. He doesn’t care for me but even he admits that the behavior is out of character for her.

I slip into the room with Uno at my back. Carmen is sleeping, and I grab an old beer from the dresser and dump it on her head. She sputters and gasps. “What? What? I’m up.”

“Where is Melissa and Jimmy?” I growl in her face.

She makes a pinched face at me. “How the hell would I know?”

“Because you’re a fucking stalking crazy cunt. That’s why. Now tell me what you’ve done with them!” I roar at her raising my fist wanting to knock her teeth out. “Did you break into her apartment and steal her things? Do you wear her perfume and shoes while pretending to be her?”