Page 1 of Torching Vixen
Prologue
Vixen
"Logan, come on. I can't go alone, and you know it's only a matter of time until roaming hands do more than that," I say, trying to convince my cousin that going with our newboyfriendsis the best decision.
"I know, Sandy, but we don't really know them, and going with them to Georgia doesn't seem very smart."
"I can't go without you. You know that! I need you with me. This could be the start of everything we have always talked about. No, they are not real brothers, but they are brothers in a way. We can be just like our moms."
Our moms grew up next door to each other and were best friends for as long as they could remember. They just graduated from high school when they met a set of Air Force parajumper twins. They said it was love at first sight for both of them, and within six months, they were paired off and married. Not two months later, our moms found out they were both pregnant, and Logan and I were born within twelve hours of each other.
I never let Logan forget I beat her by forty-five minutes. Our dads made it to the hospital just in time to see us born. We laughed about the fact that they ended up in the wrong rooms. Our moms let them name us, and that is how we ended up with Logan and Sandy after the Utah cities that our dads proposed to our moms in. Everything was great, and everyone was happy until one day, our dads went on a mission when we were six, and the helicopter they were on was shot down. We were all devastated and just getting back to normal when the worst day of our lives happened.
When we were fourteen, Logan and I were at summer cheer camp and were pulled, scared and confused, out of our bunks by the counselor. The counselor sat us down with two grim-faced police officers. They let us know that the day before, our moms had been on their way home from the grocery store when a drunk driver ran a stop sign not two blocks from our houses and hit them.
The truck was so big that it pushed the car into a tree, and there was nothing left of the car but the trunk and engine. From what they told us, our moms died instantly. A small consolation for two teenage girls that found themselves orphaned. Both of our moms were only children, and my mom was raised by a single dad who drank himself to death, and Logan's grandmother passed when we were young due to cancer. Our dads grew up in the system, so we had no one to take us in. We also ended up in the foster care system.
Let's just say that shit sucked.
Logan let out an exaggerated sigh, bringing me out of my thoughts. I look over at her and smile, knowing that I have won by the look on her face. We are going to leave this town, heading east. I text Fire to tell him to pick us up at the gas station where he and I met. I think about that day and smile in remembrance
We were leaving the gas station that sat just off the highway as far from the shitty-ass foster home in the shitty-ass town we grew up in when we heard the rumble of bikes getting off the highway. We were sixteen-year-old girls just trying to stay out of our foster parents' way and looking for any positive attention we could get. The older guys on the bikes were so cute and seemed to have it all together. We were so infatuated with them, bigger than life and coming to our rescue.
Now they are going to save us. I can't believe we are going to get out of here. I go to bed that night with a genuine smile on my face for the first time since we were told our moms died. If only I knew then what I know now.
1
Vixen
"Ican't do this! I just can't fucking do this!" I mumble under my breath, looking at the test in my hand.
Staring at the girl in the mirror, I try to figure out how the hell I ended up here. My momma always told me that love was blind, and she could not have been more wrong. Love isn't blind. The illusion of love makes you blind. I look at the stick again and start to shake.
"I cannot stay. I have to get out of here. It's not just about me anymore. I have you now, little one." I place one trembling hand low on my belly.
The banging on the door nearly makes me jump out of my skin, and I drop the test on the floor. Taking a deep breath, I pick it up and start breaking it into little pieces to flush them.
"Get your ass out here," he shouts from the other side of the door.
I swallow hard so my voice doesn't tremble when I answer. "I'm on my way, baby," I say as sweetly as I can manage.
I wipe under my eyes before reapplying my makeup to hide that I have been sick and crying. Then, I open the door to my personal hell.
"You are always so damn hot. I cannot believe I scored you," Fire says, and I nearly start throwing up again.
"Oh, baby, you know I was the lucky one, not you," I say, wrapping my arm around his waist.
"It's best that you remember that." He wrenches my head back by my long blonde hair, going nose to nose with me. "Because if you cross me … that foster home I pulled you out of will look like a dream compared to what I will do with you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal clear, Fire. I know my place," I reply, doing my best not to show my fear.
"Good girl. Now, let's go. I have some friends here, and I want to show them my girl," he says before kissing me so savagely that I'm pretty sure he splits my lip.
We walk into the main part of the clubhouse, and I look around at all the new faces. It's not uncommon for Fire and his brothers to be throwing a party. What is uncommon is the fact that these guys are gorgeous. All the guys from the clubs Fire usually dealt with are using just as much of the shit they sell. I mean, these guys are so close to not turning a profit that the suppliers are starting to get pissed.
I go to step away and take my place behind the bar, but Fire's hand on my hip tightens to the point of pain. I look up at him confused, and he just gives me a look before whatever he is going to say or do is interrupted by an absolute god of a man.
"Fire, it's nice to put a face with a name finally,” says the stranger. His words pour over me like honey, wetting my panties instantly.
