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Her eyes were open and glaring at me, but the speed of her breathing and her pink stained cheeks gave her away. This game, she fought it, but she loved it.

I ran through each stage of sensual torture time and time again until she was writhing and pushing her hips up into my face.

But I wouldn’t give her what she wanted until she said the words.

I bit her thigh, harder than last time, but not hard enough to mark. “Stay still.”

“I can’t!” She mewled.

“You know what I want, Lydia.”

Stroking a finger lightly through her wetness, I knew she was about to break when she grunted out a sound of frustration.

“Damn you! Fuck me! Fuck me like you…” Without letting her finish, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and slammed home.

Home.

There was, without a doubt, no other way to describe it. Sinking into her every time, fast, slow, rough or soft. Didn’t matter.

It was home.

She threw her head back and sucked in a harsh breath that had me swelling even harder inside her.

“God yes…!”

I stilled as soon as our hips were touching and she growled, slapping my back in annoyance.

“Don’t stop!” She demanded.

“This is going to be fast. You ready?”

Her eyes narrowed, “You know I am! Stop torturing me!”

With a wicked smirk, I pulled out and pounded back into her waiting pussy like a man possessed.

Over and over I hit that sweet spot inside of her that made her moan and I fucking loved that she didn’t even try to hide it.

I could feel the sweat beading on my temples and I prayed she was close. Leaning down so that our foreheads were almost touching, her knees slid to my elbows and I glanced down to see her spread wide for me.

I raised my head a little to watch us and just the sight of my dick, coated with her juices, sliding in and out of her, was almost enough to send me over the edge.

Almost.

“Watch us, Lydia,” I panted. “Fucking
look
at us.”

She blinked her eyes, then slowly, almost shyly, followed my line of vision. Her lips parted and I knew she was seeing what I could. How damn perfect we looked together.

“Oh my god.” She whispered, eyes transfixed.

I licked the tips of two fingers and circled her clit. Soft, at first. Then harder when I felt her inner walls start to tighten around my dick. Fucking heaven, every time. Her back arched off the bed and her legs clamped down around me, trapping my fingers against her clit whilst she rode out her orgasm.

Still pumping my hips at a punishing rate, I bit out a curse as I followed her over the edge.

The room silenced until all I could hear was the sound of our heavy breathing.

“I seriously,
seriously
missed you.” She breathed and I smiled at her in agreement.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lydia

It took me about half a second after Ruben had left early for work the next night, to realise why he had in fact, left early.

Freddy.

Spending the entire day wrapped around each other and exploring his body, I had completely forgotten that Jax had said Freddy would probably be at ‘Blaze’ that night.

And the brothers were planning on facing him.

Alone.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I scrambled from the bed and ran, in my bra and panties, straight out the bedroom. I bumped into Harper in the hallway, she looked me up and down, then whistled.

“Nice…” She said slowly.

I shook my head. That girl.

“Do you have something I could borrow to wear to the club? Those bloody idiots have left early because their trying to corner Freddy! He won’t go down without a fight and I need to be there.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? They wouldn’t have gone alone if they wanted us there.”

I rolled my eyes, the most confident girl in the world even looked unsure. Brilliant.

“This is my problem. Whether they want to play alpha-male or not, I have to be there!”

She chewed her lip in thought.

Ten minutes later, I was wearing a silver, backless halter-top and skinny jeans. The top hung low enough in the front to hide the fact that I couldn’t actually do the jeans up. Personally, I thought I looked like trash, but Harper convinced me it was acceptable and pointed out the fact that I wasn’t exactly there for attention.

Oh, and she drove us to the club.

Which would have been fine, if she hadn’t just passed her driving test a few weeks before and was possibly the worst driver I’d ever seen, or experienced. Not something I was planning to do again in a hurry.

We reached the club in record time and I was thankful that the place seemed really quiet, too quiet in fact. The main room didn’t open until ten-thirty so during the earlier hours, it was just like a local bar on the sky-deck. I was surprised when Harper got out and followed me in, I didn’t want to be blamed for dragging her into my mess.

I tried to talk her out of it but she wasn’t having it - so in we went.

We searched all rooms we could find, but the guys were nowhere to be found - the sky-deck was playing soft music and the bar staff didn’t seem to know that anything was happening.

I turned to Harper but she was looking right back at me with a blank look on her face.

“Maybe you were wrong.” She suggested.

“Maybe.” I agreed.

But I didn’t really agree.

Because my body was crawling with those invisible bugs that appeared whenever Freddy was near, it was like a second-nature to me. I could sense him.

“We could check the main room? I know it’s closed, but that might actually make sense for them to be in there…?”

I nodded at her idea and headed towards the main room.

She walked in front of me and reached the doors before I did, they were unlocked.

I went to step inside but something came around my throat and I was yanked to a halt.

“Wha..?”

“Those men of yours are pathetic. Did they really think they could get one over on me?” Freddy hissed in my ear.

I fought his hold on me and tried to kick out with my feet, but when I felt the cool, hard barrel of a gun against my temple, I froze.

“Don’t even think about it, bitch. You got away from me once, but I’ll never let that happen again. Now, walk forward slowly. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they realise I won, again. I always win. Don’t you forget that either, Ladybug.”

I did what he said.

Mainly because, well, what choice did I have?

As soon as the doors banged shut behind us, Harper’s face dropped and she nudged Mase in the side with her elbow to get his attention.

“Evening gentlemen, ladies,” Freddy said, sounding creepily like he was about to start a business meeting. “Think I’ve found something here that belongs to you, haven’t I?”

Ruben’s face drained of colour. He stepped forward but Freddy raised the gun to my temple again and he stepped back again. A move to which Freddy said, “Maybe you do have half a brain after all.”

No one spoke.

The room was deathly silent.

Until Freddy decided the stand-off was boring.

“You all know that there is not one single thing you can do right now. You are going to stand there, looking as ridiculous and stupid as you do, and you’re going to let me walk out of here without a ruckus. Understood?”

They didn’t move an inch, or acknowledge that Freddy had spoken, but I nodded. To keep them safe, I’d go with him. I thought maybe, hopefully, I’d find another way to get myself and our baby home safe.

“Don’t even think about it, Lydia.” Ruben begged.

But it was my fault. It was my fault Freddy was so angry in the first place, my fault he wanted revenge and my fault that I didn’t stay back at the house so they could deal with him without me around.

Isn’t hindsight a wonderful thing?

Freddy took a step back, pulling me with him. I shook my head when Ruben and Jackson took a step forward. Mase stayed where he was, guarding Harper, who looked scared out of her mind.

The phrase ‘this isn’t real’ was playing on repeat in my mind.

But it was.

“Back off.” Freddy demanded when the two brothers stepped forward again, but they didn’t listen.

Taking my life and theirs, in their hands, they took another step.

“I won’t let you just walk out of here with her Freddy. She’s just a girl for crying out loud. You can leave, I don’t care about that. You could have left prison, moved somewhere else and wreaked havoc on a whole new city for all I care. You didn’t need to come back here, but I’m not stupid and I knew you would,” Ruben began. Then his voice dropped lower. “I bet it kills you, doesn’t it? Burns you up from the inside that a small, innocent eighteen year old girl could get you locked up. What was it like, Freddy? Spending your nights in a six by nine concrete cell. Yeah, I wonder how many of those nights you sat plotting your revenge.”

“Shut up. You do not have any idea what you are talking about, little boy.”

Ruben snorted. “Is that the best you can do? Come on, Freddy. We both know your blood is boiling right now. I hope it fucking
hurts
. You’re wasting your time, because if you really believe that we’ll let you take her anywhere, you’re more stupid than you look.”

Jax leant to the side and whispered something in his ear. Ruben nodded.

“Stop talking!” Freddy barked.

I tensed, I could feel his anger radiating from him and they were just making it worse. I tried to get Ruben to look at me, but his eyes were solely focus on Freddy, on baiting him.

“What’s the plan here, Freddy? Let’s say, for a second, that you actually made it out that door with Lydia. You think we wouldn’t follow? That they wouldn’t follow,” He hooked his thumb in Mase’s direction. “That
the police
wouldn’t be following.”

He tutted, “You really didn’t come up with a great plan, considering all those long, lonely nights you spent locked up. I actually expected more of you. You’ve gotten weak. You haven’t even got your loyal group of dogs following you anymore.”

Ruben stepped forward again and Freddy’s hand shook around the gun. Not in fear, obviously, but in fury.

“So, the way I see it, you have two options. Either you walk away, right now, this second and we never see your face around here again. Ever. Or option two, you made a half-hearted attempt to kidnap Lydia right in front of us. You’ll be followed, we’ll call the police and when you’re arrested, I’ll stand up in that witness box. I’ll tell them everything, what we used to do for you, how you used to beat us...all of it.”

“Um, I will too.” Mase added from behind him.

Ruben rolled his eyes. “Thanks for joining us brother.”

“So make your choice and make it wisely.”

He crossed his arms over his chest like he had all the time in the world and I couldn’t believe he was so calm.

Did he not realise that this guy could shoot me in the bloody head in a split second?!

“Or,” Freddy countered. “I could take option three. I could just shoot her. I can, and I will. It may be less fun, for me, but I won’t lose this. You are far too cocky for a man-boy who is watching the last few minutes of his girlfriend’s life.”

“She’s my fiance, you idiot!” Ruben sighed. “I’m bored of this now.” He raised his chin at something behind me and I heard a click.

“Personally, I like the odds better with option four. You get the fuck away from my baby sister and then I put a bullet in your brain.”

I sucked in a breath and attempted to spin around but Freddy’s hold on my neck was too strong. I hated that I couldn’t see him.

Freddy’s hollow chuckle did nothing to calm my racing heart.

“Well if it isn’t big brother Romero. It appears we have quite the dilemma here. See, no matter what you say, I’m not leaving without her. She owes me and I have a variety of interesting ways to collect on her debt. So go ahead, shoot me. We both know you won’t so don’t kid yourself.”

There was a beat of silence, a shuffle of feet and I only caught a quick glimpse of Ruben darting towards me before I was thrown to the side and covered with his body.

“Stay down!” He demanded.

I heard a grunt of pain and Harper’s hysterical voice on the phone to what I assumed was the emergency services.

“What’s going on?” I whispered urgently.

Ruben didn’t answer, just squeezed me tighter, stealing my breath.

More scuffles, a shout of pain, a woman’s scream.

And then a gun-shot.

Ruben jumped to his feet and swung around. I just managed to sit up in time to watch my brother, who I hadn’t seen in almost three years, fall the ground. There was a puddle of blood growing on the floor by his feet, but I couldn’t see where he was shot so I crawled forward to get to him.

“Lucas! Oh my god, please be ok.” I begged.

I glanced around for Freddy who was being restrained by a red-faced Jax. He didn’t seem to be struggling too hard though. Guess it was a waste of time seeing as Jax was a power-house of a man and Freddy only ever had his reputation to go on.

Looking around at everyone’s faces, the fear, relief, worry...it was everywhere.

With Freddy restrained and the police on their way, I lay down next to Lucas, hooked my little finger through his and said a prayer.

He just
had
to be ok.