Page 18 of Deviant Bastards

Stunned that this hasactuallyjust happened, I throw myself at the door, screaming for him to let me out, but it doesn’t change anything. I continue screaming until something slams against the door on the opposite side. I stop and listen, realising that I can hear low, whispered voices. I figure that whoever those guys were that broke in, they are the ones on the other side of the door now. And if they plan to bomb their way in here like they did the front door, then I don’t want to be standing right in front of it. I retreat until my back hits the wall and then slump down, tucking my knees under my chin to wait. The door flies open as an explosion rocks the room, making my ears ring and my head feel like it’s going to bust apart.

Hands grab hold of me and begin yanking me out of the room. I look up to see who has me and come face to face with one of the guys who stormed the house. I can only see his dark grey eyes under the balaclava that he currently wears, but those are the eyes that haunt my dreams. I kick, scream, and scratch at his arms, but he only tightens his hold on me.

As he drags me back up the stairs, I see Gryffin’s body slumped against a wall, and instantly, I have tears streaming down my face. I can’t tell if he’s breathing or not, but seeing him lying there lifeless has me fighting against the intruder’s hold even harder. “You fuckers made a huge mistake,” a low voice rumbles. I can’t see shit up here. It’s thick with smoke, but as I look up at the guy who holds me, I spot a red dot in the center of his chest, and I grin sadistically at him.

“Harley, drop to the floor,” Ric’s voice commands. I turn my head and bite the wrist of the guy who holds me. He howls, and his grip loosens slightly, giving me enough wiggle room to do what Ric said. I drop to the floor just as blood sprays my face. Another gunshot rings out as more of the guys in black start to drop like flies.

“Ric!” Barker yells from somewhere in the house. “Down here, B,” Ric says as he limps towards me. The smoke begins to clear as the front door flies off its hinges. “Jesus, Dayton,” I screech, my hand flying to my heart which is beating a thousand miles a minute. I feel dizzy and light-headed.

Ric pulls me into his chest. “You’re ours, Harley. You need to learn to accept that and stop fucking running from us,” he growls as his lips smash into mine. I lift my hand and slap him across the face, the resounding whack echoes through the hallway. Pushing him away from me, I yell, “Stop running? Are you fucking serious right now?! Those fuckers were trying to kidnap me... again! And as for me being yours, I don’t fucking think so.” I place my hands on my hips as he glares at me, clearly waiting for me to continue, “Are you forgetting the blonde you were fucking?”

When he doesn’t answer, I storm away from him and make my way towards Gryffin, only to find that Barker has already gotten there first. “Gryffin, we need you to wake the fuck up, dude,” Barker implores as he roughly shakes Gryffin, who’s still out cold on the floor. I push Barker away and gently take hold of Gryffin’s face. Putting my fingers to his neck, I check for his pulse. It’s weak, but it’s there.

“Can you carry him to his room?” I ask Barker. He nods and pulls Gryffin up into his arms. Kendric and Dayton are still just standing and staring at me, so I start barking orders. I send Dayton to get some water in a bowl and something for Gryffin to drink, then I pin my glare on Ric. “Make yourself useful and find out who the fuck these guys work for.”

As we pass the body of the guy with the grey eyes, I can’t help but let tears of relief roll down my cheeks. As my luck would have it, Ric notices. “We are going to talk about this, Harley,” Ric states as he storms back towards his office, leaving the rest of his men to clear the bodies and mess that’s left behind. Once we make it to Gryffin’s room, I head into his bathroom and check for painkillers because he’s going to have one sore fucking head when he comes around.

“What happened to him?” I ask Barker. He raises his brow in question, so I point to his friend on the bed. “I don’t know. I’m assuming they got to him just after he left you while the rest of us were fighting back the others.”

“Where’s Nanuke?” I ask, worrying about the pup. He’s usually with me or Barker.

“Grunts have him in the kennel outside, away from the danger. The little fucker would have torn those guys to shreds, and then Ric would have had a fit,” Barker chuckles.

I round Gryffin’s bed and sit down beside him just as his eyes fly open. “Welcome back,” I say, and he spins to face me, visibly checking me over to make sure that I’m okay before grabbing my hands and pulling me down so that my head is lying on his chest. I try to move, but he actually growls at me like a wolf protecting his pack.

“Thank fuck you’re okay, man. You had us worried for a minute there,” Dayton says as he enters the room, holding four bottles of water and a bowl. “The water you requested, Spitfire.” I reach out to take the bowl from him and get up from the bed, but Gryffin holds me tighter. Barker chuckles and goes to the bathroom to grab a washcloth for him.

“You’re gonna have to let me go at some point,” I chuckle, but Gryffin just ignores me, continuing to hold me tight. After a few minutes have passed and he still doesn’t let me go, I pat his chest while saying, “Okay, big guy. Let me up.” He reluctantly releases me, and I sit up, taking the cloth from Barker. I dip it in the bowl of water and begin cleaning Gryffin’s face.

“You gonna tell us why there were tears running down your face when we passed that body?” Barker asks after a short span of silence. I figure they deserve that answer because none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for me, so I nod my head. “There’s a whole story that goes along with the answer you want. But I only want to say it once... so, you better get Ric.”

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LEE

“What the fuck do you mean they’re all dead?” I roar at the man who’s currently trembling on the floor of my office. “Sss-si-sir, the Reapers, they killed them all,” his voice trembles.Sniveling little idiot.I sent them in to do a fucking job. Incapacitate that bastard Kendric along with his useless men and bring me Harley.

I stand and round my desk, kicking the idiot in the ribs on my way past, which makes him groan. “She was meant to be mine. Always has been, and I don’t care what it fucking takes, I will have her!” I roar. “I suppose this is yet another fucking job that I will have to do myself,” I complain. Picking up my phone, I dial his number.

“You lied to me,” I snarl down the phone. “You told me that you had a plan to keep them busy and make it easier to get the girl.”

The voice on the other end of the phone shakes, “I um... had a plan in place, but I uh... didn’t expect her to fuck it up.”

“Well, you better fix it before I come and do it my-fucking-self,” I slam the phone down on my desk and pace the floor. Jeremy stands, blood dripping down his face as he holds his ribs. I glare at him as he walks on shaky legs out of my office. This was supposed to be easy; keep Ric busy while my men took out his guys, then bring Harley to me. And they all fucked it up. She was supposed to be mine when she turned eighteen, but then her prick of a father pulled out of the deal. Now, she’s with those bastards, and I have no way of getting her back. At least... not yet.

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KENDRIC

I pace my office. Trying to figure out who the fuck betrayed us. It’s clear that we have a traitor in our midst, but the question is,who?It wouldn’t be one of my closest guys, but maybe, someone outside of our inner fucking circle? Well, whoever it is, they’re fucked when I find them. They not only put me and my guys at risk, but they almost cost me, my girl, too.

“Ric, Harley has something that she wants to tell us about the guy with the grey eyes,” Barker says as he sticks his head around my door. I nod my own and follow him back towards Gryffin’s room, where we find Harley in his arms with Gadge on her other side.

“Okay, Little Brawler. We’re all here, spill,” Barker says as he lounges on the bottom of Gryffin’s bed, leaving me to stand at the edge like an outsider. She looks over at me, tears shining in her eyes as she gestures for me to sit.

“The night of my eighteenth birthday, I had been drinking shots at Club Ivy with Kayla and some of her friends. I needed to go outside to get some air, so I snuck out while Kayla and her friends were busy.” She takes a deep breath, and Gryffin grabs hold of her hand. “I walked around the corner and was leaning against the wall to stop myself from falling over when a guy saw me stumble. He asked if I needed any help. Obviously, I shook my head to tell him, no, but he didn’t listen. The guy had dark hair and the darkest grey eyes that I had ever seen.” We all growl, knowing where this is going but not wanting to interrupt her.

“I remember hands snaking around my waist and yanking me against a hard body. I struggled against his hold, trying to get free from him. I opened my mouth to scream, but he clamped a hand over it. “Make a fucking sound, and you’re dead,”he said in my ear. I could feel the heat from his breath on my neck as I continued to fight against him, trying and failing to use my body weight. His grip loosened, and I managed to break free, so I started to run, but he slammed his body into mine, knocking me to the ground. My head hit the concrete, and then the sound of a zipper was all I heard. Next thing I know, I was waking up in the hospital with a concussion, and they told me that I’d been raped.” Throughout her whole speech, big fat tears stream down her face.

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