Chapter 8

CHASE

"Thanks, Sienna, I owe you one."

She looks at me, shaking her head. "I'm not really sure that was the best way of getting your girl back."

She slides off my lap and into the chair opposite me. "Girls don't want games. It's playground behavior. We want a guy who owns his shit and is honest. Trying to make her jealous, albeit clearly successfully, isn't the way to go." She smirks. "I like that fire, though. It wouldn't surprise me if you did catch an STD. You do like to shove it into skanks a lot."

"Hey." I laugh. "I do have some taste; I know it can be questionable at times, but at least I have standards."

"Yeah, sure you do."

Jax takes a seat next to me. "Guessing my sister is the skank?" He laughs, looking over at Sienna, "You are seriously getting cussed out right now."

She raises one shoulder, fluttering her eyes. "Meh, I've been called worse." She laughs, "I was trying to do your friend a solid, but I think it backfired on him."

"No fucking way did it. She clearly showed she was jealous. Where is she right now?" I ask Jax.

"Getting a drink with Harper." Jax's eyes flick to Asher. He tenses slightly but doesn't move. "Also, your"—his focus turns to Asher—"girls getting hit on in there…by quite a few guys."

He shrugs. "She's not my girl, I should never have let her think otherwise, not for a second. She needs to move on. You see how bad this is between B and Chase. There's no way me and Harper make it out okay through this so there's no point in even trying."

I sigh because I wonder if he's right. I was blinded by Brooke, I have been for years, but this summer, I grasped the opportunity I've been wanting all this time, and now my brother is gone. And even though she's still caught up in me, she hates me. That feeling sits with me for half a second before I know that's wrong. Me and Brooke are written in the stars, she just needs reminding of it.

I get up off the outdoor couch without another word to find her. I won't talk to her—I just need to know she's safe here. The boys know exactly where I'm heading. Sienna calls out, "Chase." I turn my head, looking over my shoulder as she raises her eyebrows at me. "Own your shit."

I walk away with those words ringing in my ears. Sienna has known me as long as Jax has. She's only a year younger than us and pretty much knows everything we do. She was the one I spoke to about Brooke in the first place before I even admitted my feelings to the guys. They knew, of course, but I never told them until after her.

Sienna asked me out a few years ago, and I was honest with her from the start about my heart belonging to another girl. She took it well, surprisingly, and since then has been giving me shit about Brooke and me. She's actually been a really close friend. She's a sister to us all, not just Jax, and she didn't hesitate to help earlier even though she thought it wasn't a good idea.

I walk through the house, spotting Harper and Brooke talking to the Twisted Brothers. Fuck this isn't good. Harper is flirting with Levi, very obviously, as she drapes herself over his arm. Smiling up at him. I shake my head, almost laughing. She clearly has a type for the damaged guys. Levi is as fucked up as they come. I mean, Asher is messed up but at least he doesn't enjoy killing, Levi revels in it. My girl… Well, she's currently sitting next to Devin, laughing away. I know Dev wouldn't touch her. If anything, he's keeping her close so she's safe.

Me and the Twisted Brothers go back for a while now. They were a couple of years ahead of me in school. Saw the pain I was feeling before approaching me, giving me an outlet to focus that anger, hurt, and hopelessness I was feeling by fighting at their club. Truthfully, I owe them one because if it wasn't for them, I might have ended up worse than I already am.

I walk over to them, reaching out and shaking Dev's hand. Brooke looks up at me in disgust.

"You lost your little lamb." Zade smirks from his position laid out on one of the chairs.

"Guess that makes you Little Bo Peep." Levi snorts, and I shoot him a look, making him laugh as he pulls Harper closer to him.

"Harper," I say, looking at her and she stares right back at me. God, I love this girl because she really would give Asher an ass-kicking if they got together. She is the only thing giving me hope that my brother won't be lost forever.

"Done with Asher?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"Shit you're with Asher?" Levi drops his arm. "Girl, your hot as fuck with that body, but there's no way I'm fucking with Asher's girl. He's like…extended family. I don't have many rules, but no fucking with your families' girls is one of them…"

Zade laughs. "Oh, come on, how many times have you fucked our girls? What, you fuck them, you just don't fuck with them?"

Devin laughs in response. "That's different, and you know it. Your girl is our girl—you know we share."

I watch Brooke's face, and she looks disgusted. "You share girls? What, like they're your property just to be passed around?"

Devin smiles, "Not our property as such, but they do belong to all of us. Girls know they want one of us, they get all of us." He shrugs. "Never had a problem with it before."

She takes a step back, but Harper responds. "What, so she just fucks you one at a time till you all had a go?"

Zade chuckles. "There's three holes on a girl for a reason."

"Zade, respect dude. These girls aren't like that," I say, clenching my fists at how they talk about women. Don't get me wrong, I've used a few girls before, but they both know where we stand at the end of it. I certainly don't talk about them like that. Whatever their arrangement is, I also don't like them exposing my girl to it.

"I dunno, sounds like it could be fun." Brooke's eyes flash wickedly at Zade.

"Sure, cause the girl who has only fucked one guy in her entire life could handle that," I say. Okay, that came out crueler than I would have liked, but I don't like how she's flirting with these guys in front of me. Guess I can dish it out, but can't take it.

I watch my girl's eyes flash with rage as she stands up. "I can handle more than you think," she says coming toe to toe with me.

Cute. She's looking up at me with defiance, all of her five-foot-two-inch stature.

"Is that right, Princess?"

"You fucking know it is."

I smirk down at her, grabbing her waist and pulling her to me until her body is flush against me, my eyes locked on hers as I push her hair behind her ear. I lean down, kissing her neck so softly it's barely there before I scrape my teeth along her skin. It's been too long since I left my marks on her. I hear the tiniest of whimpers as I feel her resolve breaking. Then, I remember how she likes to be challenged. "Prove it," I whisper.

Her chest heaves heavily against me, her pouted little lips open as the tension between us builds.

"Chase…" I see that need in her eyes for me, that little whimper as she says my name. She wants this just as much as me now. She remembers how incredible her first time was with me. How needy she was when she moaned my name.

"Yes, Princess?"

She gets on her tiptoes, leaning in close until she's inches from my lips.

"Go fuck yourself."

Everyone cracks up as she pushes me away and leaves me there again.

"I like her." Zade laughs.

I sink down into the couch, Harper still standing there with a smirk on her face.

"Seriously, Harps, what do I do here?"

"Uh uh, you're on your own this time around. I'm staying out of this one."

"Smart girl." Devin chuckles.

I sit on the couch for a few minutes pondering my response listening to the boys chat to a few girls when one comes over and sits right next to me. I know her. I'm quite sure I've fucked her at one point. They all blend together. She starts nattering away in my ear when I look up and see Brooke dancing with some guy. I'm gonna kill her, I swear. Her eyes lock on mine and she blows me a kiss before turning back to this guy that currently has his hands on my girl's waist. I look at this girl who's chattering away. What the fuck is her name again?

"Listen, I'm not interested."

She starts touching me, her fingers against my chest.

"Oh, c'mon Chase, we were hot together."

Yep, obviously fucked her.

"I literally have no idea who you are," I say blankly. I expect her to fuck off, but instead, her hand lowers as she palms over my cock through my jeans. Brooke chooses that exact moment to look over at me, and her eyes shoot daggers at me. In response, she grinds harder against this guy, who now has his hands on her stomach.

Levi follows my eyes.

"Mother fucker."

"Isn't he one of ours?" Zane cocks his head.

"Yes."

"Did he know?" Devin says.

"Yes. He got briefed with all the other guys at the ring." Levi's eyes go dark, he hates when people disobey a direct order from the brothers, especially when they work for him.

"Shit's about to get interesting." Zane laughs.

"What?" Harper looks around and sees Brooke. She starts laughing.

"Oh, c'mon, she's dancing, and you kinda deserve it."

Levi unhooks Harper's arm from her. "Stay."

"I'm not a fucking dog, I don't sit on command."

He laughs. "Damn, if you weren't Asher's, I'd love to prove the opposite." He drops the attitude for just a moment. "Please stay here, beautiful. Better?"

He doesn't wait for the reply, instead walking over to this guy ripping him away from Brooke. The music stops, and he drags that motherfucker to the ground in the center of the room.

"Did I or did I not tell you to keep your hands off?"

Everyone stops looking over, and a few people start leaving. They enjoy the parties, but they know what's coming. Few can stand seeing the brothers in action.

Devin stands up, walking over with Zane following. Brooke runs over. "What the actual fuck?"

I walk over grabbing Brooke's arm and pulling her next to me. "I warned you what would happen, Brooke, if another guy touched you."

Asher walks in at the moment, beelining straight for Harper and pulling her out of the room without a word. He doesn't want her to see what's about to happen. She doesn't fight him. She senses danger, and the smart girl wants to leave.

Devin clears his throat to start talking to everyone.

"You all know what happens when you break our rules and disobey our direct orders."

"She didn't have a collar; I didn't know she was taken," the guy on the floor whimpers.

"Oh, you didn't know? Did I or did I not show you that girl's fucking photo?" Levi gets into his face, pulling his knife from his jeans and jutting it under his neck. The guy looks terrified.

"Stop, what is this?"

I immediately put my hand around Brooke's mouth. It's too late; nothing is going to stop this, and if she keeps going in front of everyone, the guys will have no other option than to discipline her in front of everyone too. Disrespect is one of the worst things you can do here. She thrashes against me, but I just hold her tightly.

"I…I… Yes you did, but I…"

Levi's knife digs in, and I watch a drop of blood run down the blade.

"But what? It was okay? Okay to disobey? Okay to disrespect us in our own house? Is that it?"

The guy is crying now, sniveling like a weasel, and he thought he was good enough for my girl. The thought nearly has me rolling my eyes.

"What do we do to him?" Levi looks up at Zane with a crazed look in his eyes.

Zane looks over at me. "She's your girl; what was it you said to her?"

"That if any guy touched her, I would break his fingers."

"Nice." Zane smirks as he looks up at Devin. They may be brothers, but Devin will always have the final say on these matters.

"Do it."

Brooke goes still in my arms as the order is given.

Two guys come out of nowhere, dragging this pathetic excuse for a man to the sofa. He's fighting against them, but he's pretty weak against these two muscled guys holding him down.

Levi walks forward as Zane joins in, holding that guy's hand open. "Take it like a man, Jamie, or you're gone for good."

Jamie sniffles but opens his hand without struggle, looking away as Levi wraps his fingers around this guy, we hear a massive crack as he snaps the man's finger and then another as the guy screams out in pain. Then Levi takes his knife and rests the remaining three fingers on the edge of the sofa before slicing them clean off.

The guy screams. "I told you to take it like a man." Zane laughs.

Levi wipes the knife on the guy's jeans before tucking it back into the back of his.

"Are you gonna break the rules again?" he asks quietly.

Jamie sobs, shaking his head.

Levi picks up the severed fingers, putting them in a ziplock bag with ice in it that one guy is holding next to him.

"Take him to Doc. If he's lucky, maybe he can fix him up." Levi smirks. The guys help him up as they lead him out of the house, sobbing.

"Jamie."

He turns around, looking at Devin.

"Seventy-two hours, then I expect you back to work."

"Thank you," he whimpers, knowing that if Devin didn't invite him back, he would be dead. He escaped with his life today, but he'll never disobey a direct order from them again. Devin nods to another guy, and the music starts up again, and just like that, it's like it never happened.

He turns to Levi. "You got blood on my chair."

Levi shrugs. "I'll get it cleaned tomorrow." Devin smacks him over the head.

"Next time, not on my chair. I'm sick of us cleaning blood from this place."

I remove my hand from Brooke's mouth. She turns around in my arms and whispers, "Why?"

"Because I love you, and you're mine."

I watch the fire in her eyes burn.

"I'm not yours."

"You are," I laugh, "you're mine, Brooke." I run my thumb over her lip.

She whimpers and I wonder if she is remembering the night we spent together, with me touching her intimately like this. I watch her squirm in my arms as I pull her close, grabbing her ass so she can feel my ever-growing cock against her. One whimper from her, and my fucking cock responds.

"You can feel what you do to me, Princess, just like I know right now you're soaked for me."

She bites her lip, refusing to say anything to me just in case she slips. I look over at Levi, and he laughs. "Third door on the left, man. Have fun."

I let her waist go instead, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. My princess is breathing heavily, and as we get out of eyeshot of the others, I turn, pinning her against the wall with one hand, her hands above her body. My other hand is dancing around her neck as I look at her so small and petite beneath me.

"Tell me you want me, Princess."

Her lips seal together, another act of defiance. She's a brat, always will be, but what she doesn't know is I'll fuck her like one until she finally breaks.

My hand slips up her dress, slowly stroking her inner thighs. "You were jealous earlier; we both know you were, so say it."

"I hate you."

Every time she says that it stings like I'm the one taking that bullet, but I don't let her go this time.

Instead, I lean in, slowly tugging her panties to the side and placing my thumb on her clit, circling it slowly and steadily, placing pressure on it as I whisper in her ear.

"But that hate, that fire, makes you want me even more, doesn't it, Brookie. It makes you want me to pound this pretty little pussy till you're laying exhausted and thoroughly fucked. You need to feed that fire because I can see it's running out."

Her breathing gets heavier as her legs fall apart. I wonder if she's come since that night. My guess is no, not with the way she's writhing against me.

"Chase…" she pleads, but her eyes have rolled in the back of her head.

"Tell me you want me."

"Never."

"So, you'd rather take it like a slut, is that right? Be treated like property instead of fucking the man you love?"

A whimper falls from her lips. My perfect little brat, now I have her.

"You want to be treated like a slut, Brookie? Be used for the night?"

Two of my fingers slip inside her, fuck, she's so fucking wet, and not for anyone else but for me. I start fucking her on the staircase aggressively with my two fingers, my palm massaging over her clit, knowing anyone could walk by us. I normally wouldn't expose my girl like this, but she needs it dirty tonight, and at this party, no one would bat an eyelid.

She moans, panting against me as her fingers curl against my wrist as I hold her there.

"Chase, please…"

"Uh uh baby, you don't get to moan my name tonight. Remember, you're the slut, and you can address me as sir."

I curl my fingers against the inner walls of her pussy, pressing them against her G-spot as she falls apart, her body so tense as she comes for me. She's breathtaking like this. I pull my fingers aggressively from her sweet pussy and shove them down her throat, making her gag.

"You didn't ask my permission to come, Brookie. Tut-tut, Now I need to teach you a lesson." I watch her gag as her eyes go wide. "Suck," I tell her, and her lips close around my fingers. She loves being told what to do, really. The brat in her just doesn't like to submit straight away. She eagerly sucks my fingers and tastes herself right here at the top of these stairs. I pull my fingers back slightly so I'm not making her gag anymore. "That's a good girl," I whisper. I drop her wrists. "Good girls get more. Do you want more, Brookie?" She nods, and I pull my fingers from her lips.

"Use your words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I raise my eyebrow at her, smirking down, hoping those words will fall from her lips.

"Yes, sir."

I have her now, and that's it. I'm never letting this girl go again. I grab her thighs, hiking her up as her legs wrap around me. I move us quickly to the room Levi said and lock the door behind us. I throw her on the bed, pulling my shirt off with one hand over my head and tossing it to the side. Her eyes go to my abs as she softly wets her lips.

"Strip," I order her, and she gets up off the bed, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. Her perfect body is on display in front of me. I missed this. I missed her wanting me; she may not admit it now, but she will afterward. She needs it desperately; I can see the way her body trembles just slightly. I want to make love to her again and worship her body so she knows how much we are meant to be together, but that's not what she needs right now.