Lawless (King #3)(18)

“Six years, maybe seven?” I answered scratching the hair under my nose. “Why?”

“Cause that girl in there? She’s young. But she’s no f*cking kid.” As the last word left his mouth, another shrill scream pierced through the air.

“I’ll go get Ray,” King said.

“No, let her be with the baby, I’ll go in. Better I figure out what the f*ck is going on sooner rather than later.”

King nodded but then he stopped, again searching my face for something I already knew wasn’t there. “You sure you’re good man?”

“Yeah man, I’m sure. Go. Get some sleep,” I said, waving him off.

King went to leave but turned back around. “Sit on the ‘going to slit your old man’s throat’ plan for the night. We’ll talk it out in the morning. Whatever you need. I’m in.”

That’s when I realized what was different about King. The anger. The anger that he’d been drowning in since before Ray arrived, was gone. That’s why he seemed different. Lighter.

Calmer.

It freaked me the f*ck out.





CHAPTER EIGHT




Bear


What the f*ck is wrong with me?

Maybe it was all the f*cking blow or mainlining Jack for months, but I was really starting to question my sanity. The picture King had sent me of the girl had been blurry at best and I couldn’t make out her face, but I’d known it was the same girl from the gas station from the weird pink color of her hair.

Thia.

Her name was Thia, I remembered.

I thought I knew what to expect when I entered that room.

I was so f*cking wrong.

Thia’s long hair was splayed out above her on the pillow and it wasn’t so much the pink I remembered, but more of a blonde with a hint of red. Her skin was pale, except for the dark bruising on the side of her lip and the butterfly stitch covering a cut on the side of her eye that was getting darker and darker as the seconds ticked by. The circles under her eyes were a deep purple underneath her thin skin.

She was beat the f*ck to hell.

She was also so f*cking beautiful. I was so taken aback by her that I felt like she wasn’t unconscious at all, but instead had just slapped me upside the f*cking head.

When her lips parted she drew in a breath, arching her back off the bed, pushing out her tits against the thin blanket, before collapsing again.

My f*cking cock sprang to life.

“Bad f*cking timing, *,” I muttered to myself.

Whether she was a f*cking trap or not, someone, probably my old man, had worked her over real good.

Seeing her in person was so different than looking at a picture. Being in the same room as her, watching as she wrestled in her sleep, the anger I felt minutes ago toward my old man amplified by a thousand. The cords in my neck strained and I balled my fists.

I wasn’t JUST going to kill Chop.

I was going to gut the motherf*cker.

Thia thrashed about wildly, her arms and legs limp and useless as she rolled from side to side. Her mouth opened and closed, her nose wrinkled and her eyebrows drew in like she was having a heated conversation with someone in her dream. She thrashed about again, this time kicking the sheets and blankets off the bed.

I sucked in a breath.

She wasn’t wearing a shirt or a bra, her tits were full, high, rounded, and perfect. My cock hadn’t gotten my earlier message to tame the f*ck down, because again it twitched in my pants as all the blood from my brain rushed to my dick until it was straining painfully against my zipper. Thia rolled over onto her side so she was facing me and I was able to get a better view of her light pink nipples. There was a mark on her left tit and when I leaned in to inspect it I saw red.

Bright f*cking red rage.

Teeth.

A f*cking bite mark on her f*cking nipple.

I stood over Thia as a confused mixture of hate, rage, and lust swam around inside of me. I added decapitation to the list of things I was going to do to Chop and possibly burning off his own f*cking nipples beforehand.

On the other hand, if the bitch was working for Chop, it was going to be a shame to have to finish what he’d started on such a perfect body.

I paced the room, cracking my knuckles and breathing fire. If this was King’s old place I’d probably have already punched a hole in the f*cking drywall and suddenly wished that the old dilapidated garage that used to be covered with my Johnny Cash posters and Beach Bastards flags hadn’t been replaced by new, fresh, and white paint.

Thia sat up suddenly and opened her eyes revealing large round and doll-like emerald greens beneath the surface. “Bear,” she whispered, locking her gaze onto me. Her one hand flew up to her chest to grab my skull ring which was dangling on a chain between her tits.

I opened my mouth, but I didn’t have a chance to say anything, because her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to convulse.





CHAPTER NINE




Thia


Warmth. I was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and comfort I never wanted to emerge from.

“You dead, Darlin’?” A deep voice penetrated the silence, calling me back from the darkness.

Warm water cascaded onto my skin. I was sitting down on the slippery surface of a shallow bathtub while strong arms cradled me against a broad hard chest. Something huge and hard prodded my back, causing my eyes to fly open.