Page 40 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
And it killed me that I couldn’t have her.
“Don’t follow her, dude. Don’t do it,” I murmured to myself.
I heard her soft footsteps pause at the top of the steps before the sound of her door closing thudded for my ears to hear. Then, I heard her padding around down the hallway. I thought about what she might be doing. The clothes she might be stripping away from her perfect body and the shower she would surely take just to rid the ghost of my touch off her skin. I set my diesel fuel coffee off to the side, wondering how in the living fuck Raven could drink something like that.
Then, I eased myself down onto the couch and closed my eyes.
“What the fuck?” Gage asked.
“Brooks! Help!” Raven shrieked.
I rolled off the couch and hopped to my feet before I went dashing up the steps. Raven’s cries of horror and pain ricocheted off the corners of my mind as I rounded around the banister. My eyes widened when I saw Raven chained down to her bed. Blood boiled in my veins when I saw Chops hovering over her with that disgusting smile on his face.
“You get the fuck away from her!” I roared.
But just as I took a step toward the door, it slammed shut.
“Raven!” I cried out.
I banged my fist against the door while she kept screaming my name.
“Brooks! Help me! Please!”
Gage’s voice appeared beside me. “Why isn’t she calling out for me anymore?”
My eyes whipped over toward the sound and I saw him standing there.
“Gage?” I asked breathlessly.
Raven’s bed creaked. “Brooks! Please!”
Chops mocked her. “Brooks! Please! Shut up, bitch.”
I growled and punched the door. “Open this damned thing now!”
Gage gripped my shoulder, turning me back to him. “You slept with my wife, didn’t you?”
The sounds of Raven’s screaming backdropped my head shake. “No. Of course not. I could never—”
Gage gripped my chin. “Don’t you fucking lie to me. I always know when you’re lying.”
I pulled away from his touch. “Grab me again like that and you’ll—”
“No! Chops! Stop!”
Fury rushed through my veins. “Raven!”
Gage held me back. “Admit it. You always wanted her, didn’t you? You always wanted to steal my wife from me.”
“Brooks!”
I drew in a deep breath. “Get your fucking hands off her, Chops, or I’ll cut them off myself!”
Gage hissed in my ear. “You like fucking my wife?”
I growled. “You’re fucking dead, and she deserves the love you’re not to here to give her.”
I kicked my feet off the ground and slammed them against the bedroom door. I took Gage to the ground, knocking the wind out of him just as Chops flew toward my body. He collapsed on top of me, his teeth gnashed as Gage held my arms back behind me.
And when Chops wrapped his hands around my throat, the sounds of Raven’s screaming faded into the background.
“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you myself,” Gage whispered.
Chops chuckled. “Fuck me over, and I’ll send you to the same place I sent Gage. Got it?”
“Brooooooooks!”
“Raven!” I exclaimed.
I shot straight up off the couch with cool sweat dripping down my face. I slung my legs over the side of the couch and stood, shrugging my leather jacket off. I wiped my brow off with my navy blue t-shirt, flipping it up and dabbing at my face as if I had just washed it.
Then, her voice sounded from the kitchen. “You hungry?”
The sound of something sizzling caught my ear. “Raven?”
“I’m making bacon and eggs. Want it on a sandwich or something? That’s what Gage always wanted.”
I blinked as I turned to face her. “Why are you making breakfast?”
She smirked. “Because it’s breakfast time, that’s why.”
I paused. “I slept all day?”
She nodded. “And all night. Though, I can’t really say it was a restful sleep for you. You prone to nightmares like Gage?”
Stop saying his name. “Yeah, I am.”
She scooped bacon out of the pan. “So, just the bacon and eggs? Or you want it on a sandwich?”
I swallowed hard. “I don’t care.”
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
She piled a plate high with food before sliding it away from her on the kitchen counter. I walked over and scooped up the plate, then sat down where a fork and a big glass of orange juice sat at the small table. I picked up the glass and chugged it back, drinking down the ice cold goodness before slamming it back against the table.
And without hesitation, Raven turned away from the stove to refill my glass.
“Thanks,” I murmured.
She put it back in the fridge. “Anytime. I noticed you didn’t finish the coffee, so I figured this might be a better choice.”
I snickered. “You like your coffee like Gage.”
“And how did Gage like his coffee?”
I picked up my fork. “Hot, burnt, and so powerful it could fill a car’s gas tank.”
She giggled. “Sounds about right.”
