“Shhhhhh,” she whispers, but her voice sounds alien to me, as if I’m not really in the room. My cocks still limp, but she pumps it a little faster anyway, trying to spring it to life. I feel her warm lips wrap around it as she squeezes my balls. I dry heave, but she doesn’t stop her assault.
“Bella, what the fuck?” I lift my head slightly off the pillow, but it slams back.
All of a sudden, the light springs on, and my eyes can’t focus, I’m only able to make out shadows. I try to move, but my body doesn’t respond.
“Are you fucking serious?” Bella screams, her voice penetrating my soul. I try to lift my head, but it’s too much.
“Bella,” I mumble.
“Awwwww.” There’s another scream, and I feel her being dragged off my body. I will myself to move. In an attempt to protect her, I roll onto my side, but it’s no good.
“I fucking told you the next time you come near me, I wouldn’t be so civil, and here you are with your claws in my fucking husband . . . again!” Bella seethes.
“Get the fuck off me,” the other woman screams, and it’s then I realise it’s Brandy’s voice.Fuck. The darkness takes me again.
My heart races, the blood thrumming in my eardrums. The sweat coating my body. I thrash around the sheets. The darkness haunting me as it always does when I’m not with her. Her voice breaks through the darkness.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” she whispers, stroking my head. “I’ve always got you.”
I cling to her like a child. The nightmares plaguing me once again. Pain shoots through my head, and I clasp it in my hands. The bed moves as she puts the bedside light on, but it’s too much.
“Turn it off,” I complain, laying back on the bed and draping my arm over my face. Bella snuggles into my side, drawing circles over my chest with her fingers, calming me immediately.
“What the fuck happened?” I mutter. “I feel like I’ve done ten rounds with Mike Tyson.”
She sighs. “Brandy.”
It’s then the memories come flooding back and I sit up straight, instantly wishing I hadn’t moved so fast, clutching my head in my hands.
“Fuck,” I growl. “I didn’t know.”
She rests her hand on my back pulling me back to lay down.
“I know you were pretty out of it, she spiked your drink at the club. The brothers came looking for you. Cindy told them she saw Brandy putting you into the back of a taxi. I happened to ring your phone, and when Drifter answered, I knew something was wrong.”
I smooth my hand over her hair, I know how difficult it would have been for her not to think I had anything to do with it, especially after Liam.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, filled with guilt even though I wasn’t complicit in it.
“Don’t you dare,” she rages. “It’s that fucking psycho. She threatened me before she took the boys. I’ll never be rid of them.”
I rest my head back against the headboard, this shit has to end, I’ll be fucking damned if they continue to fuck with her. One day at a time, but their karma was mine to give.
Chapter Nineteen
Clay
I get up early and shower, my body feels as though it’s been hit by a train, but there is no way I’m letting them get away with this shit. As I exit the en-suite, I look across at Bella sprawled across the bed like a starfish. She doesn’t even stir. It’s best she doesn’t because the damage that I am about to do she wouldn’t fucking approve. I close the door quietly, making sure not to disturb her, taking the stairs two at a time. My body aches with a hangover from whatever the bitch spiked me with. I make my way into the Pres’ office without even knocking. He’s passed out on the small sofa in his office, Rochelle must be pissed at him.
He groans, opening his eyes. “Clay, what the fuck, brother, what time is it?”
“Where is she?” I seethe, I didn’t sleep last night, considering all the ways I could make them suffer.
Drifter sits up running his hands over his face.
“Fucking hell man,” he yawns. “You’re not even going to bring me a coffee before starting your crusade?”“She fucking spiked me and tried to ride my cock,” I growl. “And speaking of which where the fuck were you? Bella had to come save me, what happened to the fucking brotherhood.”
He stands from the sofa, a look of pure anger fills his features.
