The Wrath of Cain (The Syndicate, #1)(11)

I don’t know how much time passes, but somehow I pull myself together, lift my wet face off of the carpet, and meet the eyes of the man who betrayed me.

“You’re a heartless bastard!” I scream.

“That I am. But not when it comes to you. When it comes to you, my heart beats. It f*cking beats so damn fast you have no idea. Now look, I know you’re confused. Your world is suddenly f*cked up. But I swear to you, if I let you leave here, you won’t make it a mile down that road before someone either takes you or puts a goddamned bullet between your gorgeous eyes. This isn’t a f*cking joke. It’s not up for discussion. Until I fix this war with the Savages my father got this club into, you will stay here.”

I arch an eyebrow at him.

“The Savages, huh? You’re the one who chose this life, not me. So why would someone want to put a bullet through my head?”

Instead of answering, he scowls.

“Jesus Christ. The less you know, the f*cking safer you are.”

I lift my hands up and shove my hair out of my face, letting out a bitter laugh as I do. This is crazy. I came here for a simple divorce, one I was sure would come easily, and now I find myself being held prisoner for reasons unknown to me. I mean, come on. How much crazier can this shit get?

“Not sure what you find funny about this whole thing, babe. Care to share?”

I look at him in mock astonishment.

“You don’t find this funny? After six years I finally decide I want my freedom from a marriage that was wrecked before it even got started. I came here expecting to get just that and now I’ve been told that my husband f*cked some slut on my wedding day to protect me. Then he disappears for God knows how long, comes back here and runs some gun smuggling, illegal biker club, knowing where I’ve been the entire time. And now he’s going to kidnap me to save my life? I’m sorry, but I find this to be quite comical.”

Scooching my back up against the wall, I reach for my shoes and slip them on my feet.

“I’m leaving.”

I turn on my heel preparing to walk right out of there when his hands grasp me around my waist from behind. I let out a scream as I’m hauled backwards with my damn feet dragging on the floor.

“Son of a motherf*cker! Do you want me to tie your gutsy ass up?” he barks, tossing me face-first onto the bed.

I begin to kick. He growls when one of my pointy-toed shoes connects with some part of his body. His strong hands grasp me by both of my ankles as he manhandles me to the edge of the bed.

“Cain, this is kidnapping. I’m done playing games. Let me go!” I demand.

“Fuck it. I tried being nice. To treat you kindly. You leave me no other choice.”

In a flash, he flips me over and his full weight crashes down on top of me, pinning me down with both his hands and his stare. I suck in a very much needed breath. My traitorous body heats up when I feel his erection press into me and the arrogant prick knows it. He smirks, insistent on making sure the hardest part of his body is pressed against the now wettest part of mine.

“Do you remember the first time we f*cked? How you screamed my name so damn loud when I tasted your virgin * for the first time? When I popped your tight f*cking cherry?”

He is like a supernatural shape shifter changing from good to evil. Suddenly, the weak woman I became a few moments ago returns and I simply lie there, appalled by his words.

“Let’s clear this shit up right now,” he says harshly. “You are not leaving here. You will shut your f*cking mouth. This isn’t high school or college or even f*cking Disney World. This is my club, my house, and my goddamned rules. You will stay in my house, you will do what I say, and you will sleep in my f*cking bed. When I decide to fill you in on more, I will, but until I do, you will stay right the f*ck here! Now, do I make myself clear? Because I’ve got shit to do, and even though this was a pleasant surprise, I was in the middle of a meeting I need to finish.”

He shoves himself off of me, his look lethal and downright chilling.

“Stay,” he commands, pointing his finger at me like a dog. “And let’s get the record straight. We are not a gang. This is a club and a damn bar. We don’t do drugs. Never have, never will.”

With that, he turns and strides out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Just like that, he’s gone. And me?

I’m trapped.





Chapter Four


Cain




“Motherf*cking cock sucking son of a motherf*cking bitch!”

I’m an *. She’s here. The one person in my life that I love is here, and I just treated her like a piece of shit under my shoe.

As much as I might regret the way I dealt with her, for her own protection, she will have to do what I say and talk only when necessary for as long as she’s here, which for her will be like pulling her own damn teeth. The Calla I know would never keep her mouth shut. I’m f*cked either way I look at it, but she’s safe here and for now that’s what matters to me the most.

She’s even more strikingly gorgeous than I remember. I’ve seen over a thousand pictures of her over the years, and not a damn one of them compares to seeing her in person.

Her hair, though. My God, that hair. The thick mass used to be curly, the long locks hanging down the middle of her back. But now? Fuck. It’s sleek and straight, sitting just a few inches above the curve of her ass.