Crux Untamed (Hades Hangmen 6)

“What d’you think?” I asked Hush in Cajun French, just in case.

“Not sure. Send his name to Tanner to see what he can work out.” I nodded, locking it away to do when we got home. Of course, I’d be the one to call Tanner. If Hush had to interact with the brother for too long, he fucking lost his shit. And he hadn’t had a seizure in two weeks now. That was a good run for Val. And I knew it was down to one feisty blonde.

Sia came strutting back over, running her hand down her newly purchased mare’s back as she passed her. “Done?” I asked.

Sia nodded. “Clara can pick her up tomorrow.”

Hush fell into step on Sia’s other side. We headed back to the truck. As we climbed in, I saw Gomez watching us leave. The guy looked fucking ruined. I fought a smirk. Damn right, asshole, I wanted to shout. Lucky bitch got two cocks keeping her warm at night. You ain’t got no chance. Instead I tapped the truck’s door and held my hand up when we passed.

As we kicked up dirt on the road that led back toward Sia’s ranch, I said, “So? Now that’s done, what the fuck else are we gonna do with our day?”

I felt Sia’s hand on my thigh. I looked over to see she had done the same to Hush. “Then fucking it is,” I said.

And gunned the truck all the way home.

*****

I crushed my mouth to Sia’s as Hush started stripping her. Sia moaned into my mouth, and her hands worked to get the bottom of my shirt over my head. I stepped back, only breaking my mouth away long enough for Hush to strip her bra off, before I took it again, groaning when her fingers ripped open my jeans and yanked them down my thighs. I kicked my jeans to the side, and Sia’s naked body pressed up against mine. Hush came in behind her, kissing her neck, his hands cupping her tits. My hand traveled between her legs as she took hold of my cock, stroking it up and down. When Hush groaned and hissed, I knew she was doing the same to his.

I started backing us up toward the bed. We had almost made it across the room when a voice called from the doorway. “Sia?” We all fucking froze. Because I knew that voice. Fuck, we all knew that voice. Then—

“Sis . . .?” Ky’s voice trailed off to nothing, and I knew by Sia’s fucking wide eyes that the VP was standing in the doorway. Hush’s face was stone, his jaw clenched tight as he looked over my shoulder. Taking a deep fucking breath, I turned around, and my eyes smashed right the fuck into Ky’s.

Brother was radiating pure rage on the spot, his lip curling as his face boiled with red.

“Ky—” Sia stepped around us to speak, quickly covering herself with the robe from her bed. But Ky cut her off, charging forward and smacking me right in the jaw. The VP moved on to Hush, arms swinging, fists connecting, before Sia pushed herself in between them. She slammed her hands on her brother’s chest, but the fucker just kept coming.

“Motherfuckers!” he yelled, eyes wild as he came at us again and again. I tilted my chin, letting him come. He could hit me all he wanted. Yeah, I was fucking his sister. But it was more than that. I would take a beating if it meant keeping her.

“Ky!” Sia screamed. Ky’s furious eyes whipped to hers.

“Get in the truck,” he ordered.

“Not a chance,” Sia roared back. “Listen to me.”

“GET IN THE MOTHERFUCKING TRUCK!” Ky went to push Sia out of the way to get to us again. But Sia pushed him back. Ky, fucking losing his shit, took her arm and dragged her out the door. He glanced over his shoulder at us, death in his glare. “Get to the motherfucking club. Go straight to fucking church. I’ll deal with you two cunts there.” He stood for a second, shaking on the spot, then dragged Sia from the house. I made to take after him, when Hush, fucking face ashen and eyes wide, calmly said, “Just do as he says.”

“He ain’t treating her like that! She belongs with us!”

Hush pushed my chest until I slammed back against the wall. “Just fucking do as I say, Aub! For fuck’s sake. For once in your fucking life, just listen!”

Hush grabbed his jeans and shirt and threw on his boots. I did the same, the unfamiliar feeling of my blood boiling making me convulse with anger. I looked at Hush. His eyes were wide and his breathing was coming fast.

He was scared we were gonna get kicked from the club.

“Hush,” I said, wanting to tell him we’d be okay, but he just pushed past me to the truck. I raced for the door to see Ky throw Sia in the passenger side of his truck then burn rubber out of the ranch. We jumped in our truck, and I gunned it after them.

I knew my brother was quickly losing it, his fears about the club boiling to the surface. His leg was bouncing so fast. Eventually, he slammed his fist into the dashboard and screamed, “FUCK!”

I clenched my jaw, and then hissed, “Calm the fuck down.” I almost laughed at the role reversal. It was only minutes ago I’d wanted to fuck up Ky’s face.

Hush whipped his head to me. “We’re gonna get thrown out of the fucking club for this. Sia’s gonna look like a whore. What the fuck will we all do then?”

I exhaled at the sound of the fucking fear in my brother’s voice. This club was everything to him. “Pretty sure it ain’t in the club rules that we lose our patch if we fuck the VP’s sister. As for what they’ll all think? Fuck ’em.”

Hush shook his head. “Ky and Styx are the fucking club. They’re the prez and VP of the whole fucking club, the mother chapter. They are the bastard rules!” Hush hit the dashboard again, his knuckles bleeding from the force. I squeezed the wheel, keeping my eyes on the truck in front. I saw Sia waving her arms. I knew the bitch would be going for Ky. Even in this fucked-up hell, I couldn’t help but smirk. Bitch was something else. Then I looked at my brother and the expression he wore. My damn chest clenched. Because I knew he would put all this on him. Like he always fucking did. I knew what was going through his head. He’d have been thinking of his parents. No matter what we did. No matter where we went. It always came back to them. Brother hadn’t dealt with none of that shit. And it ate him up. Right now, it had to be tearing him apart.

Slash was on the gate, and when he saw us coming, he opened her right up. Ky skidded to a screeching halt in the yard and entered through the bar. He dragged Sia behind him, still barefoot and in only her robe.

I slammed the truck to a stop thirty seconds later and jumped out, Hush beside me. We burst through the bar, and a million fucking eyes fell on us. I saw Styx following Ky, and Lilah running to catch up. Fucking weekends at the club, a damn family day. We pushed through the bar, heading to church, and someone started fucking clapping. I looked to my left to see Viking get to his feet. “Fucking Hush and Cowboy, tag-teaming the VP’s sister!” he hollered. “That deserves a fucking standing O!”

We left Viking in our wake and barged through the door to church. Hush shut it behind us. My brother stood by my side, arms folded, eyes immediately tracking Sia to check she was okay. Lilah stood with Sia and Ky. Styx took up the front, looking like a satanic executioner ready for our fucking heads.

Ky pointed in our faces. “You’re both fucking out of this club.”

I tipped my chin up. I wouldn’t let this fucker intimidate me. When I glanced across at Sia, she had tears running down her cheeks, her face beet red. “You good, cher? He hurt you?”

Sia started shaking her head, but Ky charged. “Don’t you fucking speak to her, cunt!” This time when Ky threw a fist, I threw one right back. My fist collided with his jaw. Ky’s head whipped to the side. Then the fucker smiled. Smiled with blood running down his chin.

“Ky!” Lilah said, causing the VP to look at her. But then he was back. Heading for us.

“You were told to stay the fuck away. You knew what she’d been through, yet you fuck her? Both of you!” He laughed and looked at Styx. “You ever get the finer details on why these fuckers went nomad from NOLA.?” Every part of me fucking froze when those words left his mouth. Styx shook his head; the prez was like ice, fucking unshakable, but watching us with narrowed eyes.

I had no idea

what he was thinking.

Ky smiled our way, a fucking sadistic smile. “Were you traitorous bastards there, too? Showed them who the fuck you are like you’ve just shown us?”

I didn’t even see Hush move until he was on Ky. Hush pummeled his heavy fists at the VP, knocking him to the ground, until Styx slammed his hands against Hush’s chest and wrenched my brother back. “You know nothing about what shit went down there!” Hush’s back smashed against the wall, robbing him of his breath. He moved to lunge for Ky again, but I got in front of him, stopping him.

“Get your shit, and get the fuck out of this club!” Ky bellowed as he got to his feet. Styx held him back, his arm over the VP’s chest.