Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Now wait a minute. You don’t just fucking abandon the club, man. I know you’ve been through hell, so have we all, but we’re so close to putting an end to this fucker. Whether it’s Tommy or not, we’re nearly there. Bring Grace. She can meet the other old ladies, and stay safe with them, while we-” “You’re not fucking listening, man. I’m getting her away from this shit, not bringing her right into the fucking middle of it!”
“Babe, no. You can’t.”
“You… you don’t want me, Torch?”
“What if it’s someone you’re close with, and care about? You talk like it’ll be easy to kill whoever it is, but what if killing them hurts you even more?” Well, fuck. Hadn’t that been at the back of my mind the whole time? There were a handful of guys I was really close with, and I was pretty sure they were all innocent, at least of this bunch of sick shit, but what if?
What if we found the fucker, and it turned out to be someone I loved like a brother? There were guys in the club that nobody was all that close with.
“She’s got a point, man. I mean, there’s a bunch of you I’d already ruled out in my head, but what if one of those is playing me for a fool, and I’m gonna have to deal with losing someone I’m close to?” Dammit, Ryder, don’t you start now too.
“What if someone faked being attacked, so it’d take the heat off them though,” Grace suggested, and my blood ran cold in my veins. If that were true, they might suspect me too, and I knew it wasn’t me. This was the problem with this situation, anyone could be suspected, and it would be so easy to misjudge the facts, and who’d believe that person then, when they protested their innocence?
“Let me start by saying how incredibly sorry I am that you’ve been caught up in all of this. Obviously our hope was that this bastard hadn’t figured out your connection to the club, and that you weren’t at risk.”
Grace
“I swear, this shit is going to destroy this club. Whoever this fucker is, we need to find them.
Oh god. Don’t cry. Don’t cry in front of all of these big strong people. Don’t be that loser.
“He was big… uh, muscled, like a powerlifter or something. You guys are more athletically built, strong without bulk. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t Tommy, so that poor bastard must be another of his victims.”
Twenty-Three
Torch
Hate Myself by NF
She finally, reluctantly, let me put her bag in the bathroom, and I pulled the door closed behind me. I was fucking torn really, because she might need me in there, but this mess was going to make sure she couldn’t relax when she came back out, and I needed her to feel relaxed. I needed her to rest up, and get some sleep.
I couldn’t hear water running, and there was no crying or anything, but that didn’t mean she was okay. I pushed the door open enough to peer inside, and she was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, a bunch of clothes in her arms, staring at the floor. Aw my sweet baby. I kicked off my boots, and joined her in my small bathroom.
She shuddered. “I’m sorry I’m so weird. I’m trying.”
“Nothing weird about you, babe, although you can be a filthy little minx at times. It’s one of the things I love about you.”
Why I Love You by MAJOR
“Yeah, babe. Love. You think I get this close to women? Something about you just fucking owned me. I’m yours, babe, but I understand if this isn’t what you want. Even without a serial killer, this club is still a rough boy’s club with occasional criminal behaviour.”
Grace
“I need you to sit the hell down, Mr North,” I snapped at him, and his eyes widened as he dropped down on the bed beside me, sucking in a deep breath. “Fuck, it’s hot when you do that. Do you want to spank me, babe? I’ll be your anything you want.”
The second he was in reach, I rolled closer, and let him hold me, because I needed to be held. I needed to feel his strength, and body heat.
You make me hot. You’re touching me, we’re in bed, and you’re only wearing a pair of boxers, and I’m wearing shorts and a vest. We’re practically naked already, and I want you inside me.”
“Rough. Be who you are. Treat me like you always do, and reclaim me as yours, Torch. He touched what’s yours, so don’t you want to take me back?”
Infinity by Niykee Heaton
Skin by Rihanna
“Torch, it’s what I need right now. Get me out of my head, please. Reduce me to your filthy fucktoy, and use me. I’m begging you,”
Do It For Me by Rosenfeld
Twenty-Four
Torch
She needed it, that’s what she kept telling me, but I wasn’t comfortable being rough and mean with her right now, not when she’d nearly been murdered tonight, because of me. How could I now treat her like a worthless whore, when that’s how he saw her.
I was trying, I honestly was, because she needed it, but every single touch, and every single word, just made me feel like a bigger asshole, and I couldn’t handle it. It was eating at me.
If I focused on her responses, it didn’t make me feel like such a monster, but she needed more from me.
Jesus. How was I supposed to tell her that I wasn’t even half ready yet? Something about this whole moment was making me feel sick, like somehow I was adding to her ordeal, rather than helping her heal from it.
Fuck this. My woman wants to get fucked, she’s getting fucked. My dick was suddenly on board, so I pushed her legs apart, not that they needed much encouragement, and rammed my cock deep inside her. She was wet as hell, and didn’t that tell me what she’d tried to verbalise?
She needed this.
The other times when we’d played like this, I’d known she was going into it with a clear mind, and clear consent, but this time I only had one of the two, and it felt abusive rather than hot.
“Take it, you fucking whore. Take my dick, because that’s all you’re good for. You’re just a fucking dumpster for my cum.” Jesus, kill me now. It should be killing my boner, but instead, I came hard, and pumped her full of said cum, while she moaned softly.
Grace
I should never have pushed him into it, and even though I felt like I’d experienced some kind of catharsis with my orgasm, and it let out the emotions I’d been hanging onto, I could see it had hurt Torch to do it, even though I’d wanted it. We barely slept all night, and even though he held me the whole time, I felt like we were laying a few feet away from each other.
It made sense to do it there, where nobody could listen in, and we could relax. I had no idea this would lead to catastrophic circumstances, or bring everything to a head, and if I could have changed things, I would have, but it was too late.
I felt so much guilt for last night, but I couldn’t even apologise, because he was hiding from me. I sent him a message about it, and all I got back was a ‘nothing to apologise for’ kind of message.
It wasn’t quiet after all. I heard a panicked yell from Lissa, and started running to her office, but when I reached the door, a second voice made me hesitate.
“Well, you weren’t supposed to fucking be here, doc. Now I guess I’ll have to deal with you too.”
“Gee doc, you’re not as smart as I thought. I’m gonna kill you, yeah? That means I’ll just get what I want anyway. Nobody knows I’m here with you either. Means I can take my time, and see what has Ice so fucking hot for you.”
“This is a fucking mess, and you bitches just ran out of time. If the others are on their way, I have no choice but to kill you fast, which is so not the way I wanted this to go.” He drew a large, deadly looking knife from a holster on his hip and brandished it at us.
Twenty-Five
Torch
Yeah, I’d been avoiding Grace, because I felt like a fucking monster, and I literally didn’t know how to face her, but when I got that text, nothing else mattered, except saving her and Lissa.
We reached the door of the place and for a second we all looked at each other, as Ice unlocked the door. Things were about to come to a head. We were about to find out who was attacking our club. Who’d killed Chrissy. Who’d killed Jock. Who’d attacked Elise, and Has, and me. Who’d run Ally down, and who’d come after Grace. The person who took Tommy, most likely.
“Brother, it can’t be you. Fucking tell me it’s not you,” I hissed, pushing past Stitch to stand right in the fucking doorway. “Wish I could, man. It’s all fucking me. You assholes had this coming, and I was more than happy to deliver.”
Seeing my lady in action, seeing her well enough to be administering aid to another person, meant she was safe. We saved her, and nobody would hurt her again. Micro?! How the fuck was this happening?
“I had a family, you fucking assholes. They were taken from me by this club, so I took their revenge for them. It was so fucking easy too. You’re all so dumb and trusting, so sure of yourselves. You never even saw me coming.”
“Reacher is on his way back, so we need to get inside. Ry, go get the van and bring it up to the doors.”
Grace
