Lethal (The Disciples 1)

I turn and face the beauty. She’s even more striking than two years ago, and she haunted me then. Her blond hair is longer, wilder, almost beckoning me to put my hands in it. She’s golden and tan, with legs that look like they won’t end. But her fucking baby blues are what pull my soul to hers. It’s all there, everything I crave in those ocean blues. It’s her innocence. Almost like an aphrodisiac making my cock stiffen as I drop my gaze to her pouty red lips. She’s definitely screwed unless her old man comes through for her.

“Eve,” he rasps, causing me to reluctantly turn toward him.

“Let her go. And I’ll give you the deed to all the rides that I own,” he wheezes out.

I look around this shithole too small for all of us.

“James, I don’t want the last of your buckets of deaths. Hell, you only have two left. Your son and his partner owe me ten grand.” I crouch down so as to be on his level. I need him to see I’m serious. “Do you have that money?”

He gasps for air then shakes his head no. His once handsome face is shriveled. I don’t think he’s much past fifty. Tears fall down his eyes as he weeps in his chair.

“James… don’t make me take your baby girl. You know what we do to our bitches. I need you to tell me where your son is for her sake.”

The girl is sobbing and screaming that I’m a monster.

“Shut her up,” I grumble at Axel, who pulls her to his chest, his tattooed hand squeezing her neck until her eyes bug out. But her insane screaming and name calling have stopped. My eyes turn back to James, his whole body stiff.

I lean forward. “You don’t know where he is, do you?”

His yellow-stained hand grasps my forearm. It’s weak but I admire it anyway.

“And you don’t have my money, do you?”

His eyes are red and leak water, but his raspy “No” makes me believe him.

Unfortunately, it also sucks for his daughter.

“Ryder?” My eyes stay on James. “Brand her. She’s mine now. Your debt is paid. If your junkie son shows his face, you be sure to tell him his sister paid his debt.”

The gasping and wheezing are brutal and again I feel like I should do the man a favor and put him down. I mean, that’s what I would do in his situation. He’s probably been living for Eve anyway.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her high-pitched screams bring a smile to my face. Such a badass. Her long legs kick out and I hear Ox curse as he doubles over holding his nuts.

“Give her to me, Axel.” And like the king I am, I can’t help but feel a possessiveness as soon as her statuesque form fills my arms. My nose breathes her in and she stiffens. She smells like coconut. And I take my tongue and lick her cheek all the way to her neck.

My guys laugh and James wheezes.

Christ, if the man doesn’t have a heart attack, I’ll do him a favor and leave him a pistol. At least he can take himself out. Die with a little dignity.

Ryder grabs her right wrist as she fights, making my cock swell with her labored breath on my chin.

Edge has his lighter out. Heating the Disciples logo. The cross with angel wings running parallel through it. This particular brand is about the size of a quarter. Some of our old brands are huge, but most of us prefer tattooing rather than that. For one, it hurts like a bitch. I watch as the branding iron glistens a bright orange in the dark and dusty trailer.

“I… please… don’t… you can’t do this.” She whimpers and twists.

I pull her tighter, my lips at her ear. “Stop struggling, Angel. If you fight it, it’ll burn your whole wrist.”

She’s terrified, and her body starts to shake. She nods her head and licks her puffy lips. “I’ll behave. I promise. You… you don’t have to do this.”

“Fuck, Angel, thinking of my mark on you does something to me,” I growl into her ear. Her breathing is about as shallow as poor James’s.

She screams in terror as Ryder grabs for her wrist again and turns it over.

“Stop.” I command and feel her slump against me. Ryder’s curious eyes dart to mine.

“Not her wrist. Here.” I hold her chin and her long graceful neck is on display. “I want her. She’s mine.”

If all my brothers are shocked, they do a decent job of not showing it.

“Blade, you claiming her?”

Fuck, what am I doing? I don’t even know this bitch. And here I am claiming her, which I’ve never done ever.

“Do it.” I wrap my hand tight in her long, silky hair. It’s like spun gold around my tan fingers.