Chapter 2

TRINITY

Legacy: Here now. Run good. Counting down the minutes till forever.

Tapping the screen on my phone, I scroll again, wondering if I should answer and ask how much longer until he heads this way. It's already been three hours since his last text and worry is setting in.

Dread coils in my stomach, writhing like a living thing inside me. My chest tightens. What if something has happened? What if he can't get to me before sunrise?

Peering out into the deep coastal fog, I can't see a damn thing. It's like something out of a horror movie—me sitting in a car off to the side of a deserted road all by myself, waiting. What if a psychotic strangler pops into the van? My hand slides to the automatic door lock, pressing it three times just to hear it click. There. But what if someone from the MC sees me? Shivers rack my body despite the fluffy blanket I brought to keep warm. Tucking my knees up, I curse when they bump hard against the steering wheel.

Fuck. This sucks.

The smells in the unfamiliar van cause my stomach to roll with nausea. I like a shiny SUV, not a creepy white panel van. But my dad filled this one with all kinds of supplies we supposedly needed to fake Legacy's death. As though my thoughts conjure it, the coppery scent of blood hits my nose, and I turn to look at the barrels. Barrels of blood to make it seem like Legacy was injured on his bike. So injured that he died. I'm only thankful there isn't a body in here, too. Gagging slightly, I reach for a cherry lollipop, ripping the wrapper into tiny pieces.

Anxiety builds in my belly. Pictures—yes, pictures always help. Opening the hidden album, I smile as it populates with countless images of us. Legacy and me. The Prez's son and the Vice Prez's daughter. My thumb ghosts over his beautiful face. Stunning golden eyes stare at me, but they are nothing compared to the light that shines from them when we're together.

"Trin, you're sure you want to do this?" he asks, grabbing my hand and pulling me around the edge of my bed to face him. Stepping from where I was cleaning all the cuts along his back, I follow the tug and stand before him. Reaching forward, I run my hands over his short, stubbly hair. Even buzzed down, it's still soft, and the rough texture tickles my palm. He groans, leaning forward until his forehead rests against my stomach, and I massage his head.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Look at what he did to you this time. Your back's been destroyed by his belt. And that's not even counting all the stab wounds. One day, I'm going to use that damn dagger on him," I rage, still stroking him as gently and soothingly as I can while my blood boils. "The bruising on you is so bad, I think you need a hospital. We need to bug out before he kills you, Legacy."

"Not gonna let him kill me, babe," he replies gruffly. But his posture tells a different tale. Legacy's in so much pain that he can't even sit up straight. And I wish I could say this was the first time Pirate has laid into him like this, but his entire childhood has been one brutality after the next. My dad has done his best to protect him…

"Venom said he'll help us go," I tell him, dropping the final bomb. Even my father, VP of the Demon Breakers, agrees that we need to leave. "He's worried about what Pirate's getting the MC into. Said it's going to be prison or death before too long. And he wants us as far away from this as we can get."

"Charming's dad and brother are already locked up," he agrees, and his eyes drift away. A faraway look overtakes his face as he dreams of all the possibilities.

Legacy pulls me down onto his lap, leaning in and taking my mouth in a rough kiss. His lips against mine sends a thrill through me. We've been together for years; he was my first everything, but it still never gets old. Licking at the seam of my lips, he skates his hands up my sides, slipping them under my shirt. I raise my arms, letting him pull the soft material off me, leaving me in only a lacy bra and leggings. He drops kisses along my cheek until he reaches my ear.

"We could disappear. Even go to college," he rumbles, nipping at my earlobe, and I moan.

"Baby, you're too hurt for this," I protest, even as my pussy throbs—aching for his touch.

"I'm never too hurt to fuck you," he says with a grin, capturing my lips passionately enough to quiet my protests. "Now, tell me you want that. A life, college, a white picket fence."

"Yes. Anything we want," I agree, reaching behind to snap my bra off. Soft kisses ghost over my skin as he works his way down, bending me back to reach my nipples. Darting his tongue out, Legacy licks one and then the other as he hardens below me. My hands reach for the button on his pants, and at the same time, he yanks my leggings off.

"Right now, I want this pretty pussy," he growls, sucking my nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. He lashes the sensitive bud with his tongue before moving to the other and doing the same. My body responds instantly, arousal pooling between my legs. His calloused fingers trail down my stomach as he nips and plays with my nipples, and I spread my legs, begging for his touch. An eager whine leaves my lips, and I tug harder at the waist of his pants to give him the message.

"I need your cock," I beg. But he just lets out a deep-throated chuckle, bringing his fingers down in a gentle slap against my panty-covered clit. My body jerks, as the slight pain blooms into the warmth of arousal, and wetness seeps from me onto his jeans. He knows my body better than I do. Lucky.

"You can have it once you've come with my name on your lips," he promises wickedly, slipping his fingers under the material. His hand goes to work, sliding roughly through my folds, collecting my juices to bring them to my clit. The little bundle of nerves pulses hard, and as he begins to circle it, pleasure washes over me. My body is primed, ready for him, and it takes mere seconds for his expert fingers to bring me right to the edge.

"More," I beg, licking along his neck. His familiar taste on my tongue heightens the moment, and he slips a finger into my greedy pussy, and I grind against him. My breathing pants out, and my heartbeat thunders as he picks up the pace, circling faster, pressing harder before thrusting another finger inside me.

"Your cunt's so tight. Wet around me," he says, pumping in and out before curling his fingers to rub that special spot along my walls. Ecstasy zips through me, and my legs shake as I hang on the precipice. A needy sob climbs from my throat.

"Come for me," he demands, sucking my nipple hard, and I completely shatter.

"Legacy," I scream as my orgasm overtakes me, making little spots appear in my vision. My pussy clenches, achingly empty, as he yanks his fingers from me. But before I know it, I land on my back across my bed, arms and legs flopping beside me. A little sting of pain heightens my orgasm as my panties are torn away, snapping loudly amid our panting. My handsome boyfriend yanks his pants down, clambering between my legs. His muscles ripple, shining with a layer of sweat. His eyes pin me in place, and I widen my thighs, arching toward him. Eager to be filled by his big cock. It juts toward me with a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I want to taste it. Leaning up, I reach for him, but Legacy grabs my thighs and tips me backward.

"You can taste me later. Need to fuck you. Hard," he snarls, nostrils flaring as he notches his thick tip at my entrance. Pushing forward, he impales me with a single thrust, and all the air in my lungs rushes out. The stretch is unbelievable—even after my orgasm—and my walls convulse around him. Yanking my thighs higher up his hips, Legacy sets a punishing pace, drilling in and out of me until I'm a gasping mess. The wet sound of our bodies slapping together echoes obscenely around the room, driving my desire higher and higher. Blissful zings shoot through me, and my clit aches. As though he can hear my thoughts, Legacy rolls his hips, nudging the bundle of nerves with every undulation.

"You're close. Can feel this tight pussy clenching around my fat cock," he gusts out, slamming into me harder. His feral need only inflames mine, and heat flushes my skin. Sweat trickles from his neck, sliding down his tattooed muscular torso. It rolls right over the infinity sign on his pec. Our secret symbol. The one he wanted forever etched on his skin. Reaching down, he pinches my clit between his fingers, rubbing it roughly and pleasure rushes over me. Wetness squirts from me, soaking him, and my toes curl as he bottoms out one more time, shooting his release deep inside me. Filling me to the brim.

My whole body shakes, feeling sensitive from my toes all the way to the tip of my hair. "Love you forever," he whispers, nuzzling against my throat. "Love you for always," I reply, meaning every single word.

A single bright headlight cleaves through the fog, lighting up the dark interior of the van, and I squeal with excitement. The rumble of a motorcycle engine fills the night, so I toss the fluffy blanket into the back, readying myself behind the wheel.

Checking my phone, I realize he never texted me. Weird.

But my eyes don't lie. The bike flies toward me. It's go time.

Our only chance to flee the MC life and escape forever.