“So bossy.”
Ignoring her, I hand Kyle the car keys. “You drive.”
I don’t want her in the back on her own in case she gets sick again. Last thing I need is to tell Levi his sister choked on her own puke.
I climb into the back with her while Kyle gets into the driver’s seat. Carefully, I lift her head and rest it on my jean-clad thighs. I should probably make her sit up and put her seatbelt on, but she’s so out of it, I don’t think she could.
Kyle peers in the rear-view mirror, making sure we’re okay before he peels the fuck out of there.
I glance down. She’s curled up against me, clinging to my thigh like I’m her lifeline, her heavy-lidded eyes watching me. My dick stirs against my zip and I will it to calm the fuck down.
When Levi first joined the club and introduced his little sister to me, I knew she was going to be trouble. There’s a darkness in her eyes, one that tells me she’s seen shit she can never unsee. Her demons aren’t as bold as mine, but they’re still there. I have no fucking clue what drove Levi to join the Sons, but at the time he was a twenty-one year old kid raising a seventeen year old, with nothing to his fucking name. They’d been on their own since Brie was fourteen. I always thought he needed the stability the club could bring, but two years on, I wonder if he needed the support to keep his fucking sister in check. She’s a nightmare.
When we get back to the clubhouse Kyle pulls into a space and cuts the engine. I give him a nod of my head, telling him I got this. He gets out of the car and I watch him cross the tarmac towards the clubhouse.
When he disappears inside, I climb out of the car and scoop Brie back into my arms. I should take her to the room Levi uses when he’s here, but I don’t have a key and no way in fuck am I taking her home. What if she chokes on her vomit in the night? I’m going to have to keep an eye on her, which pisses me off. I didn’t sign up to play babysitter to a brat.
I take her to my room and as soon as we’re inside, I kick the door shut behind me. I lay her on the bed and step back. I’ll sleep in the chair at the side of the bed.
“Are you mad?” she questions again, her eyes unfocused as she stares up at me.
I shouldn’t do this with her now, but I’m so fucking pissed, I can’t stop the words from spilling out.
“You went into another gang’s territory, Brie. A gang we ain’t exactly friendly with. Yeah, I’m fucking mad, and your brother is going to be too when he finds out the shit you pulled.” I bend at the waist so I can get into her face as I hiss, “That fucker had his hand in your fucking knickers.”
She struggles to sit up. “Daimon—”
“Don’t fucking Daimon me. Don’t want to hear your excuses. You fucked up big time, and you put me and Kyle at risk having to come and save your fucking arse. You think about that?”
“I just wanted to have fun,” she pouts and fuck me if I don’t want to kiss those plump lips, a perfect Cupid’s bow on the top.
I drag my eyes to hers, ignoring the heat pounding through my body right now. Levi’s sister… she’s Levi’s sister. I also don’t have time for her shit.
“Your fun could have got us fucking killed, Brie.”
I storm into the bathroom, needing a moment to collect myself, needing a moment to push those perfect tits and rounded arse out of my mind.
I splash water on my face and glance at my reflection in the mirror. Shaggy dark hair and pale eyes stare back at me, haunted eyes that have seen too much in their time. Eyes that want to see more of Briella. The thought makes my stomach twist. She’s off limits, and the sooner I remember that the better for us both.
When I head back into the room, she’s passed out on top of the covers where I left her. With a sigh, I move her up the bed and cover her up, then I take a seat in the chair next to the bed.
This bitch might be the fucking death of me.
2
Briella
I wake with a blinding headache and a dry mouth. I prise one eye open, then the other and the room comes into focus. A large bed, a chest of drawers that’s seen better days and an old chair at the side of the bed greet me.
Cold rolls through my belly as I take it all in. I have no idea where the hell I am.
I sit up fast, ignoring the roiling of my belly and the pounding through my skull as my eyes dart around the room. I can’t see anything that tells me where I am.
This isn’t the first time I’ve woken up somewhere random, but it is the first time I don’t remember where I am.
Pulling the covers back, I’m thankful I’m at least still wearing what I was last night. No one undressed me, so I didn’t do anything I shouldn’t have. Relief floods me, and a hint of shame. I have to stop doing this shit. Getting black out drunk keeps the monsters that follow my steps at bay for a time, but the moment I’m sober they’re back again and the past plays on a loop through my mind. Nothing quietens those voices, that trauma, no matter how much I try.
I tear my hands through my hair. I can’t keep waking up places I don’t know. I can’t keep putting myself at risk like this, but part of me doesn’t care what happens to me. Part of me relishes the excitement of not knowing what I’m getting into, and if that doesn’t make me fucked in the head…
I climb out of the bed, ignoring the pickaxes attacking my skull, and stumble over to the window. As I pull the curtain back, my heart starts to pound. I recognise the rows of bikes, the squat buildings and the few brothers milling around the front entrance.
I’m at the Untamed Sons compound.
Shit.
Did I fuck a brother last night? Levi will kill me. His brothers are off limits. His club is off limits.
I rack my brain, trying to remember what happened last night. The last thing I remember is being in Rave, a new club that opened down by the docks. I didn’t want to go, preferring to stay home with a bottle, but Layla, my best friend, dragged me out. Drinking at home, she said, was the epitome of pathetic. She’s a worse influence on my destructive behaviour than I am. I remember Layla left me to go home with some guy she met. The last thing I remember after that was sitting down and talking to some random dude. Everything gets hazy after that.
I push my hair out of my face and peer around the room, wondering whose bedroom this is. It’s not Levi’s. I’ve stayed in his room before, but I don’t recognise the space. I move to the bedside table nearest to me and drag it open. Inside, I find some typed letters from different companies. The name on the top is Jake Reynolds. Who the hell is that? I wish these bikers went by their first names, rather than stupid nicknames.
I put them back and glance around the room. Who the hell did I end up with last night? And how did I end up at the Sons clubhouse?
I move into the small attached bathroom as I try not to freak out. It’s clean, the only thing on the shelf in the shower some body wash and a bottle of shampoo. There’s a razor on the edge of the sink and a bar of soap. That’s it. It doesn’t help to solve the mystery.
As I glimpse myself in the mirror hanging over the basin, I can’t help but groan. I have black rings under my eyes and my lipstick is long gone. My hair, which was curled to perfection when I left the flat last night, is flat and frizzy.