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  “I’m not hungry.”

  “By looking at you, it’s clear you don’t exactly have the reserves to go on a goddamn hunger strike.”

  She bit her bottom lip, and I clenched my fists. “Why do you care?”

  “I don’t.”

  “Sounds like you do.” She pulled her legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. “What do you want from me?”

  I rubbed my hands together, glancing over my shoulder at the shut door. I turned back to face her. “You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

  “Does it have something to do with my father?”

  “You mean all those midnight visits we paid him?”

  She sucked on her bottom lip, cheeks flushing.

  I almost laughed as the skin on her neck turned red. “See,” I slipped off the bed, crouching closer in front of her, “I remember this young girl hiding by her bedroom window, watching us. Or rather, watching me. Question is, why?”

  For a moment, the stone façade dropped from her face, her blue eyes alert yet afraid. But then her expression hardened again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh, I think you do.”

  A second passed with our eyes pinned on one another. The look on her face told me she knew exactly what the fuck I was talking about. But I was more than willing to play this game with her. “Something tells me you and I, we’re going to have a lot of fun here, ballerina girl.”

  Her face remained stoic. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

  I rubbed my fingers up and down my beard, my mind filled with the most entertaining thoughts. Her. Me. And one hell of a fight to see who would end up on top—pun intended.

  “Okay, then.” I got up, grabbed the salad off the bed, and tossed the paper bag on the ground in front of her feet. “Eat. It’s a mommy-approved meal, so you don’t have to worry about all those extra calories.”

  Feeling amused, I turned and started to walk out the room, but not before she called out after me, “Screw you, you son of a bitch.”

  I stilled. I smiled.

  I left.

  Chapter Eight

  Alyx

  Tears stung my eyes, my jaw aching as I refused to let them loose. My newfound determination to not show weakness, to not give him the satisfaction of witnessing how he intimidated me, was exhausting. Even for just ten minutes, it managed to drain the little energy and courage I had. But I managed to keep my shit together until he closed the door behind him. Then I let go, and my fear slipped down my cheeks one tear at a time.

  All those nights I stared at him from my window, he seemed like a beautiful rogue. But it turned out he was a savage beast.

  Infatuation. It was a dangerous thing. My being here proved that. My infatuation with a man I didn’t know ended up being the worst mistake. The disappointment was almost as strong as the fear and the uncertainty of what he planned to do to me now.

  Was I being held for ransom? Blackmail? Revenge?

  The latter sent chills throughout my body.

  I wiped at my nose then cringed as pain brought more tears to my eyes. Blood mixed with my tears as I wiped it with the back of my hand. God, I couldn’t imagine what I looked like. Judging by the pain, hideous came to mind.

  As the seconds ticked by, my tears became more until I cried so hard it hurt. My tummy ached, my head pounded, and I pressed my legs harder against my chest. Funny how I had always felt alone in a house with two parents who never saw me for who I was. Now, while I sat here in this room alone with the kind of uncertainty and fear that could gnaw through bone, I would have welcomed the loneliness of living with my parents.

  My eye caught the paper bag Granite had tossed by my feet. Who knew how long I had been here, but even through the panic, my stomach burned with hunger. Luckily, hunger wasn’t something new to me. Curbing my appetite and moving past it without caving was something I had mastered years ago. But I had never been so happy about my talent to shut down my body’s need for food. Fuck human instinct. Fuck the human’s basic need to survive by giving the body what it needed. I didn’t want to eat so I could toss these assholes one huge “fuck you.” But I was curious as to what his definition was of a “mommy-approved” meal, so I reached for the bag and pulled out the plastic container inside.

  I had to laugh. A fucking salad. It was exactly the kind of meal my mom would approve. How the hell did he know me so well? How did he know so much of my life, of my mom?

  This meal. My stuff on the cabinet. It was like he had torn a chapter from my life and placed it right here, with him. Question was…why?

  As I pushed the fork into a piece of cucumber, thinking that eating might be a good idea so I could keep my strength up, I couldn’t help but feel like a pig being fattened up only to be slaughtered. My stomach turned, the hunger pangs instantly gone as rage consumed me. Who the fuck did he think he was? Just because I stared at him from my goddamn window a few nights did not give him the right to kidnap me, to hold me here against my will.

  For a second, I lost my shit, throwing the salad across the room. The bed and floors all the way to the door were scattered with lettuce, cucumber, and tomatoes.

  A scream ripped out of my throat, coming from deep within, my soul letting go of anger with a shriek of pain. It didn’t even sound like me. Nothing about anything that was happening felt real. Just the pain. The fear. And now the anger. Those were the only things that didn’t feel surreal. Even him, my stranger in the dark, was no longer real. All those times I spent daydreaming about him, his motorcycle, and how we would whisk me off into the sunset, were nothing but proof of a naïve girl’s stupidity. We no longer lived in a world where anything was innocent. Not even fantasy and dreams of love were innocent anymore. Everything was corrupted. Everything was wrong.

  Seconds after my scream sliced through the room, Granite came storming back in. “What the fuck?”

  I looked up at him, feeling nothing but sadness and anger. For some unexplainable reason, I felt betrayed by him. It was my own fault; I knew that. In my head, I made him into something he wasn’t.

  Granite saw the salad on the floor, closing the door behind him as he walked in. “Seems like you think you have a point to prove?”

  I lifted myself off the floor but kept my back steady against the wall. “You might think I’m a weak, small, insignificant ballerina girl. But if you think for one second I plan on making this easy for you, you should think again.” I spat out the words like they were red-hot coals. But my words weren’t even cold when he came at me like a giant bulldozer.

  I pushed myself off the wall trying to get away, but he was too fast. He grabbed my arm, pulled me back, and slammed me against the wall, pain shooting down my spine. I tried to take a breath, but his fingers wrapped around my throat, tightening.

  Wild eyes glared at me, lips curled, and he was breathing rapidly. Granite was six-foot-five of pure muscle and malice, easily able to have crushed my five-foot-two body against the cold cement wall.

  The door opened behind him. “What the fuck is going on here? I heard a scream.”

  “Leave, Onyx,” Granite growled, but his brother didn’t leave. Granite glanced over his shoulder, nostrils flaring when he saw his brother still standing by the door. “I said leave.”

  Onyx stood silent for a few seconds, blue eyes narrowed, scowling at his brother before he stepped out. But he didn’t close the door behind him, and I got the idea it was on purpose, to make it known we weren’t alone. Another kind gesture.

  Granite turned back to me, his voice soft, yet fierce. “You better listen good, ballerina girl, ’cause I’m only saying this once.” His grip around my throat tightened. “Do not fuck with me. You have no motherfucking idea what I’m capable of.”

  I grabbed at his hand around my neck, desperate for air. But there was no way I could make him let go.

  Fingers dug deeper into the flesh beneath my jaw, pushing my face up toward his. “You’re not strong enough to fight me, ballerina g
irl. But keep on trying. I dare you.” He brought his face inches from mine. “By fighting me, you only make me want this so much more.” He let go, and I crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll, coughing and heaving.

  Granite remained still, towering over me like a demon about to devour a soul. “Now, I’m going to get you something to eat. And you will fucking eat it, or this little shit-show that just went down will seem like foreplay. Got it?”

  I was still trying to get air down into my lungs when he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back violently. “Do you fucking hear me?”

  “Yes,” I cried. “Yes, I hear you.”

  “Good.”

  He let go and stepped back. As if my body knew he was out of reach, I managed to breathe in deep.

  The floor creaked under his heavy footsteps as he left, leaving me gasping for air on the floor.

  Exhausted and sore, I didn’t even try to get up. Every bone in my body felt like it had been cracked in half. My mind turned into a bottomless pit of nothing, and I was too tired to fight. Too tired to survive. So I gave up, just for a few seconds, so sleep could take me.

  Chapter Nine

  Granite

  As soon as the door slammed shut behind me and I heard the click of the lock, I pulled my phone out and dialed. Ink answered on the second ring.

  “Yo, boss man.”

  “You have the kid-beater?”

  “Yup.”

  “He still breathing?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  I rushed down the stairs. “I’m on my way.” I hung up and saw Onyx waiting for me at the exit from the bar.

  “Want to tell me what the fuck that was?”

  “No.” I brushed past him.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Same place you are.”

  We walked out the front door of the bar.

  “And where’s that?”

  “The warehouse. We’re meeting up with Ink and Manic.”

  Onyx didn’t question me further. Good thing too. The blood in my veins was fucking singing with the need to fuck shit up. Anger scratched against my chest, wanting out—like a contained demon ravenous for something to ruin.

  Alyx pushed me. She pushed me too far, and I had to show her who was in control. I knew she had an inner strength everyone underestimated. I just couldn’t allow her to think she could use that strength against me. So I lost my shit—which ended up being a good thing because she needed to be afraid of me. If she wasn’t, this entire plan would get shot to shit. The success of our entire plan depended on her fear of us…of me.

  Getting on my Harley Road King, I put on my lid and started the ignition. I needed to get the fuck away from this place. Away from her.

  I wasn’t a guy for speed. It was about the cruise, the open road, the fresh air. The sound of the engine, feeling the power vibrate between your legs. God, it sounded like a porn movie. For me, it probably was. Nothing got my blood flowing like a good run. But this wasn’t a run. This wasn’t a goddamn cruise. I wanted to get rid of the rage that seared my veins, and it made me impatient.

  I sped down the streets, cutting corners and hauling ass. Onyx wasn’t far behind and probably enjoyed it. He and his V-Rod loved the speed and the adrenaline.

  It took us about twenty minutes to get to the warehouse where Ink and Manic had the kid-beater.

  “Something going down here?” Onyx took off his lid and got off his bike.

  “Something’s going down here, all right. I’m about to break some bone.” I didn’t check to make sure Onyx was following. My fists were already balled, nails biting into my palms.

  Manic came walking out as we approached the entrance. “Everything okay, man?”

  “Yup.” I brushed past him. “Just want in on the action.”

  Manic and Onyx flanked me as we walked inside, and I spotted Ink in the distance, leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. The kid-beater was tied to a chair next to him, and I could hear his sobs all the way over here. If it wasn’t for the pungent stench of dead rat and mold, I’d probably be smelling the fucker’s fear right about now.

  “Typical.” I pulled my hair back. “The fucker can hurt kids but doesn’t have the balls to fight men his own size.”

  “Um, Granite,” Manic started, “without stating the obvious, he ain’t exactly your size. None of us are. Except little bro, here. Ouch.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw Onyx slap Manic on the head. “I’m not little bro, you feel me?”

  A smile tugged at the edges of my mouth, but my adrenaline was already spiked, and not even some simple club banter would be able to get my rage under control. The only thing that would help was blood.

  I plucked my knife out of my pocket and started flipping it in my hand, staring at the bastard tied to the chair. “I hear you like beating up kids.”

  “No. No, that’s not true.”

  “Oh. It’s not?”

  “No. I don’t know what that boy is telling you, but it’s lies.”

  I leisurely started to circle around him. “And the bruises on his face? Those lying too?”

  The kid-beater spat out some blood, a busted lip telling me Ink had already gotten in a punch or two. “That kid has been getting into all sorts of trouble. Drugs. Weed. It’s probably a dealer or someone.”

  I shrugged, still circling him. “Could be. But the thing is,” I stopped in front of him, “I have eyes and ears all over this goddamn town. Nothing happens on these streets without me knowing, especially when it comes to drugs.” I crouched down so I was eye level with this ugly mofo. “I know for a fact the boy’s clean. The only dirty son of a bitch around here is you.”

  He tugged at the rope tied around his wrists, the chair screeching across the cement floors. “I didn’t touch the little bastard.”

  I tossed the knife in the air, caught it, then jabbed it into the side of his calf with every goddamn ounce of strength I had. The blade sliced straight through his flesh, ripping his calf wide open.

  He screamed. I laughed. Ink howled like a fucking animal. Crazy son of a bitch.

  The more the kid-beater screamed, tears mixing with snot, dripping off his face, the more it started to sound like music to my ears.

  “I’m sorry,” he wailed, his head hanging down as spit dripped from his mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Oh, God,” he cried. Sobbed like the low-life piece of trash he was. “I’m fucking sorry. Please don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”

  “Did you feel sorry for the boy when he begged you? When he asked you to stop?” Without blinking, I stabbed my knife through his foot, and I felt the blade crack through bone. The scream that came out of his mouth was deafening as it echoed through the empty warehouse.

  Pain. It was there, in the sound of his scream. I felt it. Heard it. Fucking relished it.

  “Granite.” Onyx stepped up next to me, leaning down. “Don’t lose your shit, man. He ain’t worth it.”

  “But the boy is.”

  “True. But we can’t afford the heat. If you kill this low-life, it will end up being another mess we need to clean up. And right now, that’s the last thing we need.”

  His words were soft so no one else could hear, keeping the conversation close to our chests, because I was the president, and no one questioned the leader in front of others. But Onyx was my brother, and that put us on an entirely different level. We understood each other, respected each other, even if we didn’t always agree.

  I glanced up, giving him a knowing look. My brother was right. We had to keep our heads down, stay out of trouble. At least for now.

  Still crouched, I watched the blood pour from his leg, flesh and tissue hanging out. His leg was mutilated, the muscle destroyed. Yet I felt nothing. All I saw was that boy’s face, the bruises. Just like hers. Her face. Hurt and injured.

  I held the bloody knife in my hand, rubbing my fingers up and down my beard. Just the sight of blood soothed me, calmed me, made me think clearer. Man, I was every fucki
ng psychiatrist’s wet dream.

  “Please, I won’t hurt him again. I promise.” The kid-beater cried some more, sweat dripping down the side of his face, his body shivering. “I swear to God, man. I won’t touch him again.”

  I launched forward and grabbed his face in my hand, squeezing his cheeks. “You’re damn right, you won’t. You will take your scrawny, sorry, little ass and leave town. You will not come near the boy or his mom. And if I so much as catch a whiff of your stinking ass in the neighborhood, I will cut you from nose to navel. You feel me?”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” He let out a few sobs. “Yes. I promise.”

  I let go of his face with a jerk, then motioned for Ink to come closer. “Get him to a hospital. And you make fucking sure he leaves town.”

  Ink nodded. “You got it.”

  I didn’t stick around. The urge to kill this man was too strong, and if I didn’t leave now, his life would end with my blade stuck in his heart.

  Onyx left with me, flanking me as we rode down the streets. This time I was in no hurry, my thoughts a complete mess. Going in, I had every detail planned out.

  It was never supposed to be this way. But that was the cruel reality of our world. Nothing ever worked out the way it was supposed to.

  Not for us.

  Not for me.

  Chapter Ten

  Alyx

  To wake up with a pounding headache was nothing new to me. I found it strange when I didn’t wake up with a skull feeling like it was on fire.

  I moved and placed my hand on my forehead, cringing. Only when I touched my face, pain radiating from my temple to my nose, did I remember the bruise.

  The smashed window.

  Blurry faces.

  Darkness.

  Him.

  Panic soared, and I shot up in bed.

  “Easy, there, grasshopper.”

  Frightened, I was about to leap out of bed when I spotted a woman sitting on a chair in the corner, reading a magazine.