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Whiler
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as the woman on her knees between my thighs wrapped her lips around my shaft again. “Just like that,” I urged, my hand gripping the blonde’s strands of hair, forcing my cock deeper down her throat. She gagged, her throat muscles spasming around me, and I moaned low in my throat, forcing my dick deeper until my cum spurted from my shaft. She choked, her nails digging into my thighs, but I didn’t let her up for air until I was spent.
“What the fuck, Whiler?!” she yelled at me, her dark eyes blazing with rage. She was a newer club whore, but apparently, she hadn’t learned her place yet.
I stood to my full height and fixed my clothes, glaring down at her as she shakily rose to her feet. She swallowed thickly, fear flickering in her eyes. “Watch your fucking tone with me,” I growled. I was one of the nicest guys in this club, but I drew the line at disrespect. She was hired here as a club girl—nothing more. And if that was a problem for her, she knew where the fuck the door was. “Get the fuck out of my room, Chastity.”
She quickly scampered out of my room just as my phone blared on the desk. I snatched it up, my eyes widening in surprise at my little sister’s name. She was only seven, and with it being well past midnight, she should have been in bed asleep hours ago. Mom would cut off our communication in a heartbeat if she thought I was being a bad influence on her.
And fuck, the mere thought of losing contact with my little sister had pain slicing through my chest. She was my reason now. The reason I stayed sober. The reason I was extra careful on runs. My little sister was everything to me. The light of my life.
Mom and Dad had sheltered her from me for the first six years of her life. They didn’t trust me, given my past—first drugs, and then getting patched into the Sons of Hell MC after Joey got me clean. To them, I was nothing but trouble. And in a way, I was.
But I wouldneverlet a goddamn thing in my life touch the little angel that was my sister. She was a surprise to everyone, most of all my parents, who were both in their fifties, almost nearing sixty. Helena was the most precious person in this world, and I treated her as such.
“Helena?” I asked, my frown deepening at her sobs that echoed through the line. That was alarming. Helena hardly ever cried. “Helena, sweetheart, what’s going on?” I demanded.
“It’s so hot, Whiler,” she sobbed. “There’s fire and smoke.” Fear trickled down my spine. “Momma and Daddy won’t get me out!” she screeched. She was panicking, andfuck, she wastrapped. Trapped in a burning house with no goddamn way out. No one there to help her.
My heart stopped in my chest. Fire. Smoke. Won’t get me out. Those words were on repeat in my head.Fuck!
“Hold on, Helena. I’m coming, you hear me? I’m fucking coming.” I rushed out of my room, my boots stomping down the stairs. “Joey!” I roared. “Vern! Ink!” Helena was screaming in my ear. My heart was racing in my chest as I rushed for the clubhouse doors. “Helena, sweetheart, it’s going to be okay.” God, I hoped it was. I prayed I wasn’t fucking lying to her.
“It burns!” she screamed. Tears slid down my cheeks, but I didn’t slow down. She couldnotdie. Not like this.Neverlike this—so slow and painful. It wasn’t goddamn fair.
Joey rushed out of the back hallway, his boots on his feet, his jeans unbuttoned. “Call 911!” I shouted at Joey as I rushed out of the clubhouse.
Helena’s screams were growing louder. Ink and Vern jumped on their bikes, tailing me out of the clubhouse parking lot. Helena was just screaming. She wasn’t even hearing me anymore as I pleaded with her to just hang on. To keep trying to find a way out. To cover her mouth and try not to breathe so much smoke in.
Suddenly, she wasn’t making a single sound. All I could hear through the phone line was the crackling of flames.
“No!” I roared, pushing my bike faster than I ever had before. Tears were burning in my eyes and making hot trails down my cheeks. “Helena!” I shouted. “Fucking answer me, Helena!”
Nothing. The call dropped before I could shout for her again. I weaved in and out of traffic, breaking almost every road law there was, and by the time I got to my parents’ house, the fire department was working on putting out the flames, but there wasn’t much left of the house. The fire chief rushed over to me, instantly recognizing me. I took one look at his face, and I fuckingknew.
She didn’t make it. She didn’t make it out.
“No!” I roared, my chest tightening to the point I could hardly breathe. “Goddammit, no! She’s in there, Carl! She’s fucking in there!”
Carl grabbed my biceps and shook me when I continued yelling at him. Everything hurt. It felt like every organ in my body was being squeezed. The smell of smoke snagged my lungs, making my knees weak. They shook under the weight of my body. “There are no survivors, Whiler,” he told me calmly. I sobbed, shaking my head. I could feel the heat of the fire, and it was sucking the life out of my body, emptying my body of my soul just as it had my little sister. I sank to the ground, sobs wracking my chest. “I’ve got two men in there now getting them out.”
I screamed, folding in on myself on the ground. I could taste the soot—fucking death—in my mouth. On my tongue. Ink drew me into his arms as I fell apart, and for once, I didn’t push my brother away. I cried and screamed into his shoulder, agony slicing me apart with sharp, jagged blades.
My little angel—my sweet little sister—was gone.
She was never meant to get her wings this early.
* * *
I was a fucking wreck.Alejandro had to come pick me up from my parents’ house since I refused to leave, and I fought him and his men as they tried to wrestle me into the back of his SUV. I didn’t fucking want to leave. I deserved to sit here and suffer as I watched them pull Helena out of that cursed fucking house.
“Get in the fucking car!” Alejandro yelled at me, finally having enough. He roughly shook me, glaring down at me with those dark, almost soulless eyes.
“Fuck you!” I barked at him, trying to shove him off, but his grip was too tight, and he had my cut bunched in his fists.
He shoved me into the backseat and closed the door. I growled in frustration and shoved my fingers through my hair, hating the sooty streaks that were left behind on my hands. My eyes were burning from crying so much, and I was exhausted. Fucking tired down to my bones.
