Brett Page 7

  I clenched my jaw, watching as she stepped around me and moved into the kitchen. Before she disappeared around the corner, she turned and blew me a kiss over her shoulder with a wink.

  That woman was going to be the death of my cock, I swear.

  “That was entertaining to watch,” Bullet, the new treasurer, commented as he stepped up next to me. “She always tease you that much?”

  I started to shake my head no before I changed my mind and nodded instead. Bullet barked out a laugh. “Ninety-nine percent of the time, the woman doesn’t even realize she’s doing it to me,” I confessed. “She’s a natural tease.”

  Bullet snickered. “The best ones are, Brett. That’s when you know they’re the one – can’t keep your fucking hands and eyes off of ‘em.”

  My phone vibrated in my pocket before I could reply to him. I quickly answered Logan’s call, nodding once at Bullet before I slipped away. “What’s up?” I asked him.

  “He’s in Hope,” he told me. “I don’t know how, but he tracked you guys,” Logan informed me. I gritted my teeth. “I took a chance and checked the motel records around there. He’s staying at the one on the edge of town – Sunshine Inn and Suites. You know which one I’m talking about?”

  “Yeah,” I answered as I moved upstairs to the room Olivia and I were staying in. “Can you tap into any of the security footage there – see if he’s got a pattern?”

  “Hold on,” Logan told me. I heard him tapping at some keys on his computer. I stayed silent, working on making sure my gun was fully loaded and grabbing both of my knives. I slid off my cut and shrugged on my holster, placing my gun in it before I pulled my cut back on.

  “Got it,” Logan told me. He made a small humming sound. “Looks like he stays in during the day – probably because Copper warned the police that he’s skipped town. He’s wanted.”

  “Even better. Meaning he’s there now.”

  “Looks like it,” Logan confirmed. “I have no idea what the fuck he’s using for transportation, so I have no way of knowing for sure if he’s really there. Looks like he got in a few hours after you two did.”

  “Don’t know why the fuck he didn’t make a move on the road,” I grunted.

  “My guess would be that he didn’t realize you and Olivia skipped town until a few hours after you two had already left. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out where you two went,” he reminded me.

  “I’m going in by myself,” I told Logan. He swore. “Let Copper know what the fuck is going on. Make him send the order to Grim to let me do this shit on my own. He fucked with my woman. I need to do this on my own.”

  Logan sighed. “Got it, brother. I’m sure you’ll know when Grim gets the order because he’s going to be highly pissed.”

  “I know.” I slipped back out of the room, heading back down the stairs. “Keep safe, brother.”

  “Fuck – take your own orders,” Logan retorted. “I’m going to fucking kill you when you get back. First, I have to take your damn dog out at five A.M., and then you go into a fucking operation blind with no fucking back up. Swear to God, you need an ass beating.”

  I laughed and hung up the phone. Olivia was eating toast and drinking coffee when I emerged back down the stairs. She and Lex, Thor’s old lady, were talking amongst themselves, and the kids were all watching cartoons in the seating area.

  She looked up at me. “Everything okay?” she asked me.

  “Everything is fine, babe.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Coffee good?”

  “Coffee is a fucking blessing.” She laughed.

  I rolled my eyes. “Make sure you get plenty to eat. Need to catch up on the meals you missed yesterday.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but Grim opened his mouth before she could. “Brett!” he roared from the chapel.

  Olivia stared up at me with wide eyes. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, not worried about facing Grim. If Copper issued an order, his word was the law. Wasn’t shit Grim could do about it. “Stay here,” I ordered.

  “Brett, what’s going on?” she asked quietly.

  “Not right now,” I warned her.

  Grim appeared at the chapel doors. “Get your ass in my goddamn chapel!” he barked at me.

  I sighed as I gently squeezed Olivia’s shoulder. Here we fucking go.

  Olivia

  I swung my panicked eyes to Lex. What the hell could have happened? Everything was just fine. And why was he shouting at Brett? What could Brett have done in the little time we had been here?

  “Lex, do you have any idea what’s going on?” I asked her.

  She shook her head, but she reached over and covered my trembling hand with hers. I hadn’t even realized that I was shaking. “Whatever it is, don’t worry about it,” she tried soothing me, but it wasn’t working. I’d never seen a man so pissed off in my life. Grim looked ready to rip Brett’s head from his shoulders. “I’m sure it’s just something silly.”

  “I told you I would make this move on my own, Grim!” I heard Brett shout. My stomach twisted. “You said it yourself – you’ve got women and children here you’ve got to fucking worry about! I have to do this on my own!”

  Oh, no.

  Oh, God.

  If Brett was making a move, then that meant that man was here in town. He had followed us here. We weren’t safe here – weren’t safe anywhere as long as that son of a bitch was alive.

  He was determined as hell to take my life.

  I flew out of my chair and rushed to the nearest bathroom, instantly emptying my stomach as soon as I was in front of the toilet. I could still vaguely hear Grim and Brett shouting at each other through the walls of the clubhouse, but it was muffled now, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

  Lex suddenly appeared at my side and held my hair out of the way as she gently rubbed my back. I retched. “Easy now,” she softly spoke as I sat down on the floor, closing my eyes and drawing in deep, even breaths. “Just breathe.”

  Brett stepped into the bathroom. I looked up at him, wishing I could read his mind so I could understand what in the hell was going on. “Come on, Lex,” Thor called. “Let them be for a few minutes.”

  Lex gently squeezed my hand before she left the bathroom, leaving me alone with Brett. I watched as he shut the bathroom door, closing us in the bathroom together, blocking out prying eyes. He stared at me for a few silent moments. I finally closed my eyes, unable to take his penetrating gaze for very long. “He’s here, isn’t he?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

  “Yeah; he’s here, sweetheart.” Brett crouched down in front of me and grabbed my hands in his. I opened my eyes again and ran them over his face, wishing I felt half as strong as he was. I just wanted at least a tiny bit of his strength because right now, I was terrified out of my fucking mind. “I’m going to take care of this,” he promised.

  I stayed silent, studying his face, but I knew he wouldn’t give anything away if he didn’t want to. Life had hardened Brett. Sure, he was a jokester, and he could be really sweet when he wanted to be, but right then, he was in his club mindset – already preparing himself to go deal with our problem. “You’re going by yourself, aren’t you?” I finally asked him.

  He nodded. I felt sick again. “It’s the best way to do this, and honestly, babe, I want to fucking beat the shit out of him for all of the hell he’s put you through.” He shook his head. “I need to do this myself.”

  Shockingly, his words didn’t frighten me. The kind of monster Brett could be didn’t scare me at all.

  I reached up and cupped his face with my hands. “Please be careful,” I begged him. I swallowed thickly, taking a chance and deciding to put my feelings for him out there. “I don’t think I can take it if something happens to you, Brett,” I admitted. “I think it may just kill a part of myself.”

  His eyes softened as he reached up to cup my face in his hands in return. “I know, baby. I feel it, too.” My heart constricted in m
y chest at his admittance. He brushed his thumbs over my cheekbones. “I need you to stay strong for me while I’m gone. Can you do that for me?” he asked.

  I nodded at him. “I can do that,” I whispered.

  He leaned forward, but I backed away, covering my lips with my hands. “Brett, I just got done throwing up,” I reminded him.

  He playfully growled. “Woman, I don’t give a fuck. Move your hands,” he ordered.

  I scrunched my nose up at him. “That’s disg—" My words were cut off as he pulled my hands down and covered my lips with his, kissing me hard and deep, basically burning my soul, internally marking me as his.

  “When I come back, I’ll finish that,” he promised me. “I’ll make sure everyone in this fucking clubhouse hears you screaming my name.” He stood up and held his hands out to me. I placed my hands in his, allowing him to pull me up to my feet. He laced his fingers in my blonde hair and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Be strong,” he ordered. He let his blue eyes meet mine. “I will be coming back home to you alive and breathing,” he promised.

  With that, he strode out of the bathroom. My bottom lip trembled as I stared at his back, watching as he strode out of the clubhouse. The sound of his bike starting reached my ears a few moments later.

  “Come on,” Trixie, Alex’s old lady, gently coaxed. I blinked at her. “Let’s go upstairs and brush your teeth, and then, we’ll sit down and keep your mind distracted.”

  I looked over at her, tears welling up in my eyes. I was so terrified for his safety. The man he was going after was insane – fucking out of his mind.

  “Is he really going to be okay?” I asked her. I drew in a shaky breath. “Trixie, I don’t know if I can take it if something happens to him.”

  She squeezed my shoulders. “Brett is smart and careful,” she assured me. “He’s going to be okay. Trust him, yeah? He’s done a lot more dangerous things than this on his own. He’s going to be perfectly fine.”

  God, I really hoped so; I was fucking praying so.

  Please come back home to me, Brett.

  Brett

  I kept my back to the wall, keeping check on my surroundings. I had a mask over my face and shades over my eyes, making sure I couldn’t be recognized. Every part of my body was covered.

  But the shitty part about doing any of this in the goddamn day time was that I was sweating like a mother fucker in this mask. And anyone could fucking see me and blow my cover – send him running.

  I would be pissed as fucking hell if I lost him.

  “He’s still in the room,” Logan said into my ear piece. “He’s got the whole back of the motel to himself. No one should hear you, and no one should see you.”

  He had hacked into the security cameras here at the hotel, and he was keeping an eye on things for me. He refused to let me go in blind, and I appreciated that. Logan could be an asshole sometimes – don’t get me wrong – but he didn’t leave a brother stranded.

  He was the one you called on when you didn’t have anyone else to turn to.

  I pulled my gun from my cut and crouched down below the window, quickly moving to press my back to the wall beside his door. I silently counted to three in my head before I sent my boot to the door by the lock, sending the door swinging open.

  He was asleep on the bed, but he jerked awake at the sound of the door being kicked in. His wide eyes snapped up to me, and he moved to grab his gun off of his nightstand. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” I warned him, my gun already trained on him. “Make a move towards that gun, and I swear to you, I’ll put a hole in your palm,” I promised. “And I never miss my fucking targets.”

  Logan snickered in my ear.

  He stayed still, his eyes never leaving me. “Get up,” I ordered as I shoved the door back closed. “Logan,” I spoke into my ear piece, “any cameras in this room?”

  “No,” Logan told me. “Do whatever you want. I’m keeping check on dispatch for that area. I’ll let you know if someone calls the police.”

  “On your knees,” I ordered when Quincy – the man after my woman – was on his feet.

  “I’m not getting on my fucking knees in front of you,” he growled.

  “No?” I asked. I shot his kneecap. He screamed in pain, falling to his knees. “I believe you are,” I retorted. Logan’s sadistic ass was roaring with laughter in my ear. “You’ll be on your knees in front of me one way or the other, fucker,” I warned him.

  “This shit ain’t got nothing to do with you,” he growled at me, tears on his face from the pain. I smirked at him, taking a sick enjoyment out of his misery. “This is between me and Olivia.”

  I kicked him in the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. I knelt in front of him, glaring at him. Reaching out, I grabbed his hair, yanking his head up from the floor, glaring down into his eyes. “Keep my woman’s name out of your mouth,” I snarled at him. “And this shit has everything to do with me. The moment you decided to fuck with her, this shit became personal for me. And I plan to make you pay for every bit of suffering she’s gone through because of you,” I swore.

  His face paled. He knew this was it for him. “Do you know who I am?” I asked him.

  He nodded. “Brett. You have a distinct voice. I knew instantly,” he responded, talking too much – rambling. He was nervous – afraid.

  “Do you know what I’m capable of?” I asked.

  He shook his head. I laughed. “You’re about to fucking find out,” I promised.

  I proceeded to beat the fuck out of him until he was no longer breathing and was unidentifiable by looking at him. His legs and arms were bent at awkward angles, and I was pretty sure I’d broken numerous other bones in his body.

  “Got a clean-up crew waiting outside of the room for you,” Logan suddenly spoke in my earpiece. “I trust them,” he assured me when I grunted in displeasure. “Let them handle this, Brett. Get back to Olivia and get the fuck out of there.”

  I strode out of the room, nodding once at the three men outside of the room before I headed back for the parking lot. I pulled my mask off and stuffed it into my pocket, sliding my shades back on my face, a smirk tilting my lips.

  I wasn’t the man to fuck with, and when you tried fucking with my woman, I may as well be the fucking devil himself. I was already going to hell; I was damn well going to enjoy myself on my way there.

  I didn’t say a word to anyone when I got to the clubhouse. I went straight up the stairs to my apartment. Olivia was asleep on the bed, clutching my pillow to her chest. The sight of her calmed me enough to be able to go into the bathroom and strip out of my clothes and wash my hands.

  I was staring at myself in the mirror when Olivia stepped into the bathroom. I watched her through the mirror as she wrapped her arms around me from behind, her hands splaying over my chest. With a small, almost inaudible sigh of relief, I covered one of her hands with my own. A shudder wracked my frame when she pressed her lips to my shoulder blade, doing the same to the other one before her lips pressed to my spine.

  “Olivia, if you don’t want to get fucked against the wall, I seriously suggest you stop,” I warned her, meaning every word. My cock was standing at attention, begging to be buried deep inside of her.

  “Fuck me, then, Brett.”

  I swung around and yanked her shirt over her head, her bra quickly going next. Fuck foreplay. I could do that shit with her later. Right now, I needed to take her like a man possessed because that’s what I felt like.

  Once she was naked, I gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her, slamming her back against the wall as I attacked her lips, kissing her hungrily – possessively – all while I lined my cock up with her slit and sank deep inside of her.

  She moaned into our kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair. Once I felt her walls adjust to me, I thrust into her hard and fast over and over. She was coming in no time, her walls clutching at my dick. It was like once she started, she couldn’t fucking stop, and I was leading her straight through back to back o
rgasms like a fucking pro.

  “Brett,” she whimpered. “I love you,” she blurted, surprising the fuck out of me. “Oh, God!”

  My heart hammered in my chest at her proclamation, and with a growl, I somehow managed to take her even more savagely. Tangling my hand in her hair, I yanked her lips to mine, sucking so hard on her bottom lip that I made it bleed.

  I roared her name as I finally came, my fingers digging into her ass, my hand tightening in her hair as my vision momentarily went white with the force of my own orgasm.

  After, I gripped her chin, forcing her eyes on mine. “You mean that?” I asked her.

  “Mean what?” she asked breathlessly, looking kind of dazed.

  “That you love me,” I told her. “You fucking said my name and told me that you love me, Olivia.”

  She swallowed thickly and slowly nodded her head. “Good,” I growled. “Because I just murdered a man with my bare hands for you – broke numerous bones in his body for you.” Her eyes widened in shock. “You best believe I fucking love you, too, woman, because I don’t do that kind of shit for just anyone.”

  With that, I carried her to the bed. With a wicked smirk thrown up at her, I laid between her legs and grabbed her wrists, pinning her thighs to the bed as well. Then, I buried my face between her legs so I could properly take care of my woman this time.

  Olivia

  Brett was still passed out in bed when I woke up. He was on his stomach, his arm draped over my waist, his other arm thrown over the side of the bed, his left foot hanging off. Soft snores were sounding from his parted lips.

  God only knew how much stress he had been under while trying to keep me safe and eliminate the man who wanted me dead.

  I slowly slid out from under his arm and padded to the bathroom. After getting a quick shower and getting dressed, I headed downstairs. Trixie was sitting at one of the tables, Alex on her left. Katyushka was sitting on her other side with Scab on Katyushka’s right. They all looked up at me when I entered the room.