Razing Grace [Part 2]

  “God!” I roll my eyes.

  He growls. “Not fucking God, baby.”

  “You!” I weep. “Fuck, I belong to you.”

  His eyes narrow, my own falling to his lips, where they glisten from my arousal. Standing to his feet, he grabs the back of my thighs and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asks once again, and just as I’m about to open my mouth, his dick slips inside of my channel, my walls contracting around his invading thickness.

  I moan, a throaty sound, my nails digging into the palms of my hands and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. The tip of his cock smashes against my cervix and I yelp out in surprise. Overpowered by pleasure, but fueled by pain.

  “I’ll always belong to you, baby,” I coax him. “Always.”

  He pulls out roughly, my legs clenching around his waist and my walls contracting around him as he drops his mouth to the side of my neck. “Fuck yes you do.” Then he smashes into me, my back chafing against the bars, leaving abrasions on my skin. The belt tightens around my neck. “Let go, baby.”

  My core clenches, sweat trickles over my temple, and just as his fingers bite into my thighs, I explode over him, my body jolting from my blasting orgasm. Seconds later, he lets out a defeated groan and empties himself inside me. He stays there for a beat longer, placing little kisses on the damp flesh of my neck.

  “Mine.”

  “Yes, yours. Let me down. I can’t breathe.”

  “Shit,” he utters, carefully dropping me back to the ground and unhooking the belt, pulling it off. I crack my neck and his eyes fall to where the belt was tied. “Fuck, sorry, baby.”

  I chuckle. “Don’t be sorry.” I bend down and pick up my pants, pulling them on just as Raze pulls up his, shoving my torn panties into his back pocket.

  He then walks up to me, brushing his fingers over my cheeks. “Babe, you have red marks around your neck.”

  I bring my hand to his and squeeze. “I’ll be fine. You forget I like that sort of stuff?”

  He laughs, taking my hand in his and unlatching the cell. “Yeah, and that’s my bad.”

  WE PULL BACK UP TO the house and I turn in my seat to, again, face Raze. “This baby of Amy’s, it’s a good thing, Raze.”

  He exhales, leaning back into the headrest. “A baby is never a good thing, Millie. A baby is a fucking burden and not something cut out for this life. Amy needs to stay the fuck away.”

  I let out a frustrated scream. “Raze! It’s Miles’ baby!”

  “We don’t know that, and I don’t care, Millie. End of discussion.”

  Asshole.

  I push my door open and storm off to the house. I can hear Raze chuckling behind me.

  “Throw a tantrum, baby, and I’ll just fuck the stupid outta you.”

  Flipping him off, I push the front door open just as Joker and another man walk toward me, watching me with careful eyes. My eyes zone in on the man beside Joker, and God, he’s beautiful. Angular jaw, bright blue eyes, dark lashes that any woman would be jealous of. He’s pretty, absolutely beautiful. His body is lean and strong, not big and overbearing like Raze’s. Yet, he has a soft gracefulness to him—that is, until he smiles. My shoulders straighten at how quickly the air shifts once he smiles. Sheesh, it sends chills down my spine.

  “Mmmm, my favorite fallen nun.” I instantly recognize his voice.

  “Angel?” I tilt my head then grin. “Really? Why am I not surprised?”

  He laughs, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking over my shoulder briefly. “Yeah, I guess you shouldn’t be.”

  “So that’s three masks down, three to go. I’m excited! It’s like opening presents. You don’t know what you’re going to find.”

  “Easy,” Raze growls, slamming the front door behind him. “What? You fuckers can’t stay in your rooms?”

  “What?” I spin around to face Raze. “They live here?”

  “Just these two, yes.”

  My eyes slant on him and his eyebrow quirks up in challenge.

  Folding my arms in the front of myself, I ask, “I have to live with Joker?”

  “Yes, pet.”

  “Fuck.” I turn back around to find Joker grinning at me. “Wipe that smile off your face, dick. I could make this pretty unpleasant for you.”

  “Likewise, nun.”

  Opening the fridge in search of something to cook for dinner, the doorbell rings. “Joker!” I yell out, pulling the big roasted chicken out of the clear wrapping. The bell rings again and I roll my eyes, cussing under my breath, “Useless piece of shit.” I’m not that hot on Joker, and I can’t pinpoint exactly why. He annoys me for some reason. He has one of those faces you just want to punch.

  Pulling the front door open, I tilt my head. “Doc?”

  She smiles. “Hey, Millie, were you expecting me? Did Raze tell you I was coming?”

  I pause, stepping aside to let her in. “No, he didn’t. Come in.”

  She walks inside the foyer. “I’ve come to give you a quick check-up. Where do you want to do this?”

  I point at the sitting room. “In there will be fine. Sorry it took me so long to answer the door. You would think with all of Raze’s merry men, someone would hear the doorbell.”

  She laughs, taking a seat on the sofa. “It is rather quiet around here.”

  I smile sadly. “Miles left a huge gap.”

  Her eyes turn somber and I flash my fake smile again. “Do you want something to drink?”

  “I’m okay, thank you.”

  I take a seat on the sofa opposite her. “What do you need?”

  She begins pulling out the equipment she requires from her black satchel. “This won’t take long. It’s just a routine check, because you were out for so long. Do you remember much?” she asks, grabbing her stethoscope and placing them into her ears.

  “Remember?” I blink.

  “From before you were injured.” She warms up the padded side between her palms.

  “Oh,” I say, pulling my legs under myself. “No, not really. I just remember Miles, the bodies, and then it’s all black. The finer details, I don’t remember clearly. Some days they’re more vivid than others, but overall, I don’t remember much.”

  I warmed up to Bella right away when she gave me my depo shot before all this went down. Something about the way she carries herself and how she fluidly articulates, makes me comfortable enough to open up to her. It’s probably one of the many reasons she’s a great doctor.

  “Okay.” She leans forward, placing it over my chest. “What about headaches?” she questions, listening to my heartbeat. I shake my head. She nods, pulling the stethoscope out of her ears and placing it on her lap.

  “I think you’re okay. I still don’t understand why you were out for so long, but it must have been your body’s way of healing, or maybe shutting down.” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I know what she means; she’s referring to Miles.

  I shrug. “I’m not sure either.”

  She leans back in her chair. “Do you remember much while you were out?”

  I mull over her question. “What, like dreaming?”

  She nods. “Studies show that people who are in comas show no wakefulness, so they don’t dream. They show no signs of acknowledging touch, sounds, or pain.” She pauses, watching me closely. “But other studies say they do, suggesting that events or pain in their life have caused them to withdraw or be largely incapable of interacting, so they remain inside their dream limbo, I guess you could say.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t remember anything, so if I did dream, I couldn’t tell you.”

  She smiles, standing from the chair and fishing out her card. “My number is still the same,” she says, handing it to me. “But just in case you lost it, I’ll give it to you again.” She picks up her bag and I smile at her. “You need anything,” she tells me, her eyes boring into mine, “I’m only a call away. Even if it’s just to talk.”

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p; I appreciate the gesture, and I like Bella, but I don’t know her well enough to call her for sleepovers.

  “Thank you, I will,” I reply.

  I’m getting terribly comfortable with lying.

  After letting Bella out, I walk back into the kitchen and start working on dinner again. Placing the chicken on a wire tray, I turn the oven on low and slide the tray in. Pulling out all the vegetables, I get lost in chopping, peeling, and dicing all the things I’ll need. I don’t know who all lives here or who I’ll be cooking for, but I know I’ll need to cook enough to feed a small army. I chuckle to myself at that reference.

  After prepping everything, I place it all into pots and make my way upstairs. I’m closing Raze’s bedroom door and walking up the second smaller flight of steps that lead to his bedroom, when I hear my phone ringing. Raze had placed it on the charger, and I forgot all about it. Taking the stairs two at a time, I dash for the phone, sprawling across the bed, and answer it breathlessly. “Hello?”

  “Hey!” Melissa’s voice beams down the line.

  “Oh, hey! What’s up?”

  “Meadow had the baby!”

  “Oh my gosh!” I roll onto my back. Is this what she’s calling me for? I ran my ass up there for that? She couldn’t have waited to tell me? I scold myself before continuing with the conversation. “How was the birth?”

  “It was hard. I don’t know about you, but two days in labor doesn’t sound like a good time to me.”

  I shiver. “No, nope, fuck that.” Poor Meadow.

  “I’m still getting used to you swearing,” she laughs. “Anyway, do you want to come? Beast is letting us see her now.”

  I pause and think about where Raze is. I haven’t seen him in a couple hours, but it’s not like he needs to know where I am all the time. “Yeah!” I decide impulsively. “I’ll be there soon. What hospital?”

  “Summerlin. See you in a little bit.”

  I hang up the phone and scroll through my contacts until I find Raze’s number, and then hit dial.

  He picks up on the third ring. “Hey, baby.”

  I melt. Stupid. I shouldn’t melt, but I can’t help it. Raze is a potion concocted perfectly for my twisted self. “Hi,” I answer dimly. “Where are you?”

  “I’ll tell you about it later.”

  “What happened to not sharing with someone, unless she was your wife?”

  He laughs. “Guess I don’t give a fuck when it comes to you.”

  Ever the charming gentleman.

  “Meadow had the baby! Congrats, uncle.”

  Silence. Then finally, “Oh yeah? And?”

  Asshole.

  “And? And I’m going down to see them.”

  “Angel or Joker can go with you.”

  “I don’t know where they are.” I stand from the bed and walk into the closet, pulling down a pair of skinny jeans and a loose top. “And anyway, I don’t want to take them.”

  His voice drops to dark depths. “Millie… don’t test me when it comes to your fucking safety.”

  I roll my eyes, because one, I know he can’t see me, and two, I know he can’t see me. “I’ll take one of your cars. I’ll be fine. Everyone in fucking Nevada knows those are your cars, Raze, and I’m pretty sure they know I’m with you.”

  “Exactly why you need someone the fuck with you.”

  “Shit!” I whisper, slipping on my top. “Where’d you say you are again?”

  “Henderson.”

  “Oh, good. So I have enough time to bolt.”

  “Millie, I fucking—”

  I hang up my phone with a chuckle, shove it into my back pocket, and slip on my Keds before running down the stairs double time. I zip past all the bedrooms and fly down the next flight of stairs, which lead to the foyer, before snatching the keys to the Ferrari and jetting out the front door.

  Shit! I backpedal, remembering about the dinner I just put on, and turn the chicken down, flick the pots off, and then fly out the front door again, and heading straight for the car.

  “Millie!” Joker yells at the top of his lungs from his window. His toned chest glistens in the sun, and he’s clutching a towel around his ripped waistline. My heart rate spikes in my chest and I let out an excited squeal before ripping open the driver’s door to the car, pushing the button, and firing her to life. Slamming it into first gear, I snake-skid out of the driveway. There, that’ll teach him for not answering the fucking door when Bella came. Prick.

  Pulling up to the hospital, I see Frost standing outside with Hannibal and their new prospect. I grin at them, and Frost cups his hand up to his forehead, shading the sun from his eyes and flashing me a smirk. I park the car and jump out, making my way toward them.

  “Hey!” I step up onto the sidewalk.

  “Hey, you.” Frost grins, pulling me under his arm. “You know,” he growls deeply into my ear, his nose ring gliding across my lobe. “Technically, you’re still my old lady.”

  I roll my eyes and shove his chest playfully. “That shit ended. Where is Ella?”

  Frost grunts. “She’s going to college or some shit.”

  “What? She’s not at the clubhouse anymore?”

  “Oh no.” Hannibal laughs, placing a cigarette into his mouth. “She’s still there, but she’s starting college in a few months. Reckons she’s going to be staying at a sorority house.” He looks to Frost with a sly smile. “I reckon not.”

  I laugh. “Leave the poor girl alone. But I wonder why she hasn’t come back to Raze’s.”

  Frost clears his throat. “Yeah, I think she wants to break away from being locked up most of her life.”

  Chuckling, my hand goes to the door. “What, like being around you lot is any better?”

  Frost slaps my ass loudly, setting off a sting. “Now you know damn well I would’ve torn that ass up had you given me the chance.”

  I smirk, walking backward into the building while keeping my eyes locked on his. “Naw, baby, you couldn’t handle this ass anymore.”

  His shoulders square and his eyes narrow in challenge. Fucking crazy in all its form.

  I quickly rectify, “I was joking, Frost. Keep your hands to yourself!” Then I turn and walk toward the reception area.

  “Hi, I’m here to see Meadow. Sorry, this is going to sound really stupid, but I don’t know her married last name.”

  The receptionist taps on her keyboard before looking back up to me. “The small pretty girl who just had a baby, and the pack of bikers with her?”

  I smile. “That’s her.”

  She directs me to the birthing unit and I thank her before making my way down the halls, ignoring the vibrating of my phone in my back pocket. Do I feel like an ass for doing this to Raze? No. But will my ass be in a lot of trouble with him when I get home? Yes.

  Will I enjoy it? Also yes.

  Finding the door that has Meadow’s name on it, I knock lightly, and Beast pulls it open.

  “Hey,” he says, stepping to the side. He looks tired; anyone would think he was the one who just pushed a baby out.

  “Hey.” I smile, walking in. My eyes find Meadow’s right away, with Melissa sitting beside her and Phoebe on the opposite side. Phoebe and Melissa have been best friends for as long as I can remember. The two of them together used to be trouble, to say the least.

  “Hey!” Phoebe says excitedly, standing from her chair and walking to me. She pulls me in for a hug, and I relax in her arms. “How have things been?”

  “Great,” she replies, her eyes going wide. “Actually, that’s a lie. Life is pretty fucking hardcore.”

  I turn to face Meadow and walk in her direction. “Congratulations, Mama!”

  Her peachy cheeks are glowing and her porcelain skin is as flawless as ever. She has a twisted bun on the top of her head. “Motherhood agrees with you.”

  She smiles. “Thanks, Millie.” She hands me the cute little bundle, and I take her, cradling her in my arms.

  “Wow,” I whisper. “She’s beautiful.”


  “Her name’s Ivy,” she replies, her eyes remaining on the baby. I could see how much she wanted to have her baby back, and I can’t say I blame her, so I slowly give Ivy to her.

  Taking a seat beside Meadow, Melissa looks at me with a grin. “What, Melissa? Spit it out.”

  Meadow laughs, and Phoebe watches me with careful and quiet eyes.

  “Oh, nothing. How’s it been, being the queen of the underworld?” she asks, an eyebrow quirked.

  Rolling my eyes, I lean back into my chair. “I had to steal Raze’s four-hundred-thousand-dollar car to come here, I’ll have you know.”

  They all laugh.

  “Why would you have to steal it?” Melissa asks, her eyes twinkling in mischief and begging for drama.

  “Because he wanted me to bring one of his merry men and I didn’t want to.” I exhale. “And anyway, I knew he was in Henderson, so there’s no way he could catch me this fast.” I smirk at the end of my sentence.

  Meadow’s eyes go over my shoulder. “Mmm, I wouldn’t be so quick to say that.”

  I turn around to find Beast standing near the door with a devious smile on his face. “Millie?”

  “Hmmm?” I feign innocence.

  “You’re wanted outside.”

  “Fuck.” My shoulders slump.

  The girls laugh as I stand from my seat and stalk out the door, swinging it wide. I turn to face the entry to the hallway and find Joker standing there with a grin on his smug face.

  “What? You seriously think you can pull that shit on a man who owns half this damn country?” He walks closer to me. “Come on, baby girl. You’re gonna need to try a little harder than that.”

  I place my hands on my hips, my eyes narrowing. “Fine. Wait here. I won’t be long.” I walk back into Meadow’s room, muttering profanities. The girls all quiet at my entrance.

  “Oh, by all means.” I smirk. “Don’t stop on my account.”

  “We weren’t saying anything, sis. Calm down. But the boys are having a meeting tomorrow night at the clubhouse. I take it you’ll be coming with your sexy man?”

  “I guess so.” I walk up to Meadow and lean down, placing a soft peck on her forehead before kissing Ivy’s cheek.