The Biker's Cherry (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 8)

Chapter Thirteen

When I first answered Kimber’s call, I thought she was prank calling me or some high school girl bullshit. But the longer I stay on the line I know this is no joke and she’s in danger. She either dialed me by accident or called me because she’s scared. Either way it doesn’t matter. What does matter is I’m going to find that stupid motherfucker and I’m going to kill him. I take a chance that she’s exactly where I think she is. At that punk ass little fucker’s house.

I break so many traffic laws I’m surprised I arrive without getting pulled over or attracting attention. There are cars lined up and down the street. Every light in the house is on and music blares out the front door as some kid stumbles into the bushes to puke.

I catch the door before it closes and look for Kimber. I grab the first kid I see by the collar of his shirt. “You seen Kimber?”

He shakes his head giving me a wide eye stare, mouth hanging open uttering like his tongue forgot how to form words.

I stalk toward the stereo and yank the cord out of the wall.

“Hey, turn that back on.” some girl stops mid grinding on some dude.

Jesus. Don’t any of these kids have parents?

“Can anyone tell me where Kimber is?”

“She went upstairs,” a fat boy with severe acne answers me.

I nod and move up the stairs, shoving my way through a group of boys who are cursing about not getting any pussy. Dumb motherfuckers. When I hit the top of the stairs that little rich prick steps out of a room. His face all flushed as he zips his jeans. I put my arm to his neck as I shove him into a wall. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know where she went after she sucked my dick.”

This motherfucker thinks he’s funny, but I’m not playing with him. I pull the pistol I keep under my truck seat from the back of my waist where it was hiding under my leather jacket. I aim the barrel between his eyes as he pisses his pants. He’s touched what’s mine for the last time. “I’ll ask one more time. Where’s Kimber?”

“I’m here. Nav,” she calls out and relief fills me when I glance down the hallway and see her poking her head out of a room.

“You don’t even breathe in her direction. Feel me? Because if I find out you as much as have a thought about her, I’ll come back here, and I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out all over this wall. When a girl says no, she fucking means no.” I slap his cheek and tuck my gun back in the waist of my jeans.

He starts to open his mouth and I get back in his face. “Don’t fucking speak, Borax. You’ll be lucky if Kimber doesn’t press charges for assault.”

“I didn’t do anything she wasn’t asking for.”

I slap his other cheek. “I said don’t talk. You must be stupid or something. I’m not fucking around with you. I’m getting my woman and we’re leaving. You call the cops on me, and you won’t live long enough to regret it. Understood.”

I don’t wait for him to acknowledge he gets it.

“Get your shit if you brought any. Let’s go,” I order Kimber.

“I can’t leave Sheena. He drugged her or something.”

“She breathing?”

Kimber nods.

“Good. Call 911 from the landline and report it.”

She returns to the room while I keep an eye on this stupid fuck.

“What the fuck, man? You do that and my parents will kill me.”

“Good. Saves me from pulling the trigger.”

“Fuck.” He bangs the back of his head against the wall.

“You fucked with the wrong girl. Let this be a lesson because I promise you next time you won’t get off so easily.” Hell, when Link finds out I didn’t kill the little prick he’s going to kill me and him.

Kimber joins me a couple minutes later.

“You make the call?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go.” I take her hand in mine and we make our exit without issue.

I don’t speak till I get her safely belted into the passenger seat of my truck.

“I needed to get out of there before I did something that I wouldn’t want you to see me do.”

“I’m okay. A little shaken up, but I’m more surprised that you came.”

“Let’s get you out of here and we’ll talk.”