Page 56 of Out for Blood

“He said I was lucky that you guys hadn’t thrown me out, that I was on thin ice. I believed him. He made me do things for him, saying he would keep me around, give me a job no one could take. Because of that, I learned things about what he was doing,” she said.

“Stupid bitch, I’ll kill you,” Findlay swore, trying to lunge up off the floor, but he was too old and fat to get up without Savage kicking him back down.

“Shona, why didn’t you come to me?”

“I kept the change of will from being filed,” she said. “Legally, this place isn’t his to sell to Foley. It’s yours.”

“Savage, take Shona inside,” I told him. He nodded without hesitation and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the garage. I turned back to Eagle, the man I had once thought of as a father, and saw only a selfish bastard who had nothing left.

“Any last words?” Hawk asked him, the humour gone from his tone.

“For your tombstone,” Bear’s vicious words were felt throughout the entire garage.

“No need,” I stepped forward, grabbing my blade from my ankle. “He’ll not have one. We bury him in an unmarked grave on the side of the fucking highway.”

Eagle spat at my feet, his saliva landing on my boots. Hawk lunged forward, his blade going into Eagle’s neck at an angle. When he pulled back, Eagle reached for the blade, managing to get a hold of Hawk’s wrist, spinning it and stabbing him in the leg with it. Hawk let out a roar of pain as he pulled the blade free before whipping his hand across Eagle’s face. Eagle spluttered, clutching at his cheek before Hawk stumbled back. Blood spewed out of Eagle’s wound, as he clutched at it to stop the flow. It was no use. He’d be dead soon.

I lunged forward and stuck the blade in his heart, because he’d done the same, metaphorically to me. My heart was breaking right now as I watched this man who I trusted bleed out in front of me. Bear was next, stabbing him in the back. I felt like that was his point. Bear didn’t trust easily so this wouldn’t help with that, I’m sure of it. Chains and Razor took their turns with him, a chain wrapping around his arms, so he couldn’t clutch at the wounds bleeding out. Razor took his blade to the back of his head and cut around his neck, nicks meant to make him bleed out faster. He was a master at it. Viper was next, grabbing a steel pipe and pounding down onto his body. Eagle wasn’t moving anymore, pools of blood spilled out around his lifeless form. I felt the rage inside of me well up, wanting to break free.

“Viper, Razor,” I called to them. “Take him, bury him.”

They nodded, picking him up and taking him toward the back door to load him into a van. Hawk and Bear both took a moment to breathe before they pulled open the roller door. They all piled out as I followed them out, closing the door so no one saw the evidence of what had happened until the prospects cleaned it up tomorrow.

Hawk stumbled along with Bear and the others as they all went inside. I couldn’t bring myself to do it yet. I couldn’t go, my feet unable to move, my body tensing up as I felt everything pour out of me in the form of a scream into the air. I vented my frustration in the only way I knew how. I slammed my fist into the side of the garage, making the sound bounce around loudly. I clutched at my fist, feeling the agony rip through my muscles.

Fuck.

Moments later, I felt her hand on my shoulder, squeezing. Turning to face her, I felt the anguish inside of me push out and I tried to push her away so I didn’t hurt her. I needed space.

“Please, Cooper,” she said, her voice full of sympathy and love for me.

“Don’t look at me,” I said, turning my back to her. “I’m no better than my father.”

“No,” she said, firmly, turning me to look at her. Sheridan’s hand was on the side of my face, smoothing my hair that had fallen out of my hair tie behind my ear. The softness of her touch had me crumbling. Tears rolling down my cheeks, unable to tear myself away from her, and feeling like I couldn’t break, not here, not now, and not with her. “You will never be him.”

I couldn’t help but feel completely broken in front of her. She loved me completely for me, for the person I was and not who’s son I happened to be. Sheridan had always been it for me, I’d known it back then and I knew it now.

I grabbed her neck, pulling her to me, my lips finding hers in a searing kiss that pushed aside all the pain I was feeling, and instead I focused on just her. She whimpered into my mouth as I pushed her up against the garage, needing to feel her, to be inside of her, to be a part of her. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist as she ground against me. I groaned into her mouth, working at my jeans to pull them down. Her mini skirt was above her hips, her panties pushed to the side beforeI felt myself push into her. She moaned into my mouth as I pushed all the way in, slamming her against the shed. Our kiss was a sloppy mess as I tried to keep her from calling out and alerting everyone to what we were doing out here. I just needed to be a part of her more than I knew what to deal with, I needed it more than I needed air in my lungs.

I pulled out of her, and pushed back in just as hard. She bucked against me, pulling my cock into her deeper than I had been. My balls were wet from her juices as I fucked her as hard as I could, her arms around my neck as I groaned into her mouth.

How had I gone this long without her?

It seemed ridiculous that I’d had a life without her, it was almost as if no time had gone by at all. As I felt her pussy grab my cock, squeezing it to within an inch of its life, I pummeled into her and as her orgasm hit, so did mine. Our releases blended together in an explosive act that sealed our fate.

There was no fucking way in hell I would ever walk away again. Sheridan was mine, and I was hers, whether she wanted to be my old lady or not. “I can’t move,” I whispered into her ear, leaning against the shed, my breathing coming in short, sharp rasps.

“We don’t have anywhere to be,” she whispered back. “I like it when you stay inside of me.”

Growling, I bit into her neck, my cock jumping to attention at her little moan of pleasure. I felt the need to mark her. Even though everyone in that clubhouse knew she was mine, I needed to see my mark on her. I’d have Orla tattoo it onto her neck tomorrow.

The sound of a car driving down the driveway had me pulling from her, blocking her from view as I pulled my jeans up. She got her skirt down from her hips and I looked over at the familiar face of the woman getting out.

“Morena?” Sheridan called out. The girl’s smile lit up the night around us.

“Hey, Sheridan,” she said. “Uh, Hawk called me. Said he may need some stitches and didn’t want to go into the hospital.”

Fuck, I’d forgotten he’d gotten stabbed by Eagle.

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