Chapter 19

19

Jordan

" J ordan?" Colt exclaims as soon as I walk into Greer's bar. It's barely noon on Sunday but I need a drink. All four Fulton boys and Thane are already here too playing cards at one of the tables. They get to their feet and surge for me. Cole reaches me first, throwing his arms around me. "Where the hell have you been? We thought you were dead!"

"And yet you all were here drinking and playing cards as a way to grieve?" I say sarcastically as I embrace him back, then RJ, Thane, Bear and Remy last.

"Fuck, you know we were worried," RJ says.

"We've looked everywhere," Thane adds.

"The sheriff deputies are still searching too, and they are pissed," Remy remarks as he types on his cell phone. "I'll tell them to call off the search, but they're probably going to arrest you."

Fuck.

"Your mom has been losing her shit," Colt tells me. "That's why I'm here. I couldn't stay there with her another second unable to tell her you would be okay when we weren't sure you would be with a crazy ass murderer on the loose." Punching me in the shoulder, he says, "Where the hell were you? You just up and disappeared. We seriously thought the eyeball psycho had you."

"No, I just…got tied up in something unexpected with Maddie," I tell them, which is mostly the truth.

While I wish Eli would die a slow painful death for not only telling Maddie what we did but, fuck, letting her watch us, I don't tell the Kings it was Eli who killed those men or kidnapped me. They would definitely finish him, and I don't want his death on Maddie's conscience.

Even if I sort of hate her at the moment for fucking him. Multiple times. Coming on his dick when the other day was the first time she came on mine after more than a year. Of course, that makes me feel like a giant piece of shit who doesn't know how to fuck his wife. Or my pretend wife.

Shaking my head to clear those thoughts, I tell Colt, "That particular problem is the reason why I'm here." I take a seat at the closest table, my legs still not at full strength. I nearly wrecked Maddie's car to get here. The guys all pull up a chair, as I tell them, "Do any of you happen to know of a doctor, or a surgeon, who makes house calls?"

"Why do you need a doctor or a surgeon?" Remy asks. "Is Maddie okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Oh, Maddie is just fucking fine."

"So why do you need a doctor?" Colt asks.

"There's a…situation."

"Spit it out, kid. We don't have all day," Remy huffs. "Our patience is thin after not sleeping for days because we were worried about you."

"Yeah, just tell us, Jordan. You know we'll do everything we can to help," Colt assures me.

Bracing my elbows on the table, I blurt out the truth they need to know. "Okay, so it turns out that Maddie is actually Madison Salvato, Vegas mob boss Dante Salvato's daughter."

Blank stares are all the reaction I get until RJ finally says, "You married a mob boss's daughter?"

"Yes. I mean no." Rubbing the back of my neck, I catch them up to speed. "It turns out that we're not actually married."

"She lied about marrying you?" Colt asks, then grins when I give a nod of confirmation. "Oh, Josie is going to love saying I told you so." He pulls out his phone as if to call or text her the news right now.

"Wait. There's more."

"Great," Remy mutters. Holding up his hand, he waves to Greer behind the bar. "We're gonna need another round over here."

"Coming up," our fellow club member shouts back.

"Let's hear it, kid," Bear, the quietest of the Fulton brothers orders me.

"Maddie's father has been looking for her for over a year, ever since she ran away from Vegas. And he's not happy that she left, taking his money and his gun without telling him. In fact, he was so pissed that he sent his…employee to find her and bring her back."

"His employee?" Colt repeats. "I'm guessing this guy is the one who needs a doctor?"

Grinning, Thane, RJ's husband says, "Way to go, Jordy! Did you shoot him? You did, didn't you? But why not just like, let him die?"

"Jesus," RJ whispers as he scrubs an exasperated palm down his face following his husband's carefree attitude about killing someone.

"So, I didn't shoot him. Maddie did."

"Maddie shot a man?" Remy asks, brows raised. "She shot her mob boss father's guy?"

"Yes. He's got a slug in his leg or maybe it went through. I didn't look at it that closely. Now, she feels guilty and doesn't want him to bleed to death, so she asked me to find someone to patch him up."

"But you want to leave him to die?" Colt guesses.

"Yes and no. I want him dead, but I don't want Maddie to be the one who ended him, you know? She'll be all fucked up about it forever."

"So, we have to try and mend this guy until you can take him out?" Remy asks.

"Yes, that's the gist of it."

"Wow," Colt mutters. "Your mom is going to be super pissed. She's always said that girl was trouble. Turns out, she was absolutely right."

Eli

"How…how is your leg?" Maddie asks while she paces around the bedroom chewing nervously on her thumbnail.

"I like pain," I remind so she won't feel too guilty about shooting me. Still, I ask her, "What will you do if I die, Maddie?"

Looking away from me, she says, "You're not going to die."

"But what if I did? Are you just going to live out the rest of your life here with the biker boy who wants dick?"

"Even though he kept things from me, I love Jordan. This is what I wanted, a simple, normal life."

"You're really happy here? There's nothing about Vegas that you miss?"

"I miss my dad and Sophie more than I miss Cass, but yes, I'm happier here than I would ever be if I go back home."

"Will you even miss me when I'm dead and gone?" I ask, trying to play the pity card hard.

"Parts of you."

"Oh yeah? Which parts?" I ask her.

Finally, her feet come to a stop as she studies me. "You're not all evil, Eli. I know that's what you think, what everyone thinks, but I don't buy it. You can be…soft."

Chuckling, I tell her honestly, "If I have a soft spot, then it's only for you." Her and her father, maybe Jordan too, but I don't mention that.

"Eli..."

"I'm serious, Maddie. Why do you think I tried so hard to find you, not giving up until I knew where you were?"

"You told me you had to! That Daddy told you to find me if you wanted his forgiveness."

"Yes, but that was just one of the reasons," I huff. "I've missed you every day that you've been gone. The house felt empty without you and our late-night snacks."

It started when Maddie came down to the first-floor kitchen looking for ice cream one night and I was sitting at the bar, eating a sandwich. After that, she kept coming down around the same time, pretending they were out of things on the second floor when in fact it was always fully stocked. That was way before I fucked her on the dining table. We would barely say a few words to each other, but it was definitely a flirty vibe. Or at least I thought it was.

"I'm with Jordan. I love Jordan," she says. "Even if you hadn't hurt him, hadn't messed with him, and wanted to kill him, I know I would only ever be your fuck toy, a way to hurt my father."

Sure, I like fucking her but she's more than a fuck toy. Jordan's right. I'm obsessed with Maddie. Have been for a long time. Finding her was probably the best thing I've ever accomplished in my life. One of the only good things.

"How about this then?" I say, not bothering to argue her point. "How about you give me a blowjob for the road?"

"For the road? Because you're actually going to leave and go back to Vegas without me as soon as you stop leaking blood everywhere?"

"Because I'm dying, Maddie!" I exclaim.

She scoffs like I'm being overly dramatic. Which of course I am. Still, I tell her, "If the bullet wound doesn't kill me then it won't be long before someone else ends me. Possibly Jordan when he gets back here or your father in a few days. So, what do you say? Will you fulfill a dying man's last request?"

I thought Jordan and I had bonded, or that we had chemistry. Whatever it was evaporated as soon as he found out Maddie watched us together thanks to his humiliation of being thrown out of the closet. And it stung a little for him to act so differently from the needy man who begged me for more in that camper, the kid who asked me about my life as if he actually cared.

"You're insane," Maddie mutters.

"I know I am. But that doesn't change the fact that I want your mouth on my dick to be my last memory in this world."

Maddie seems to consider my request. She's actually considering it even though she knows Jordan wouldn't approve or understand.

But she feels extremely guilty about shooting me. I saw it on her face before I even felt the twinge of the bullet.

God, I love people with consciences. They're so easy to manipulate.

She probably thinks her guilt will lessen if she gives in to my fucked-up request.

And it's not like she hasn't had her mouth on my dick before. She also knows Jordan's has been there too. Wouldn't hurt to remind her.

"Jordan sucked me off three times in a row, kept my cock warm in between too," I tell her to help convince her.

"What did you threaten him with to convince him to…do that?"

"No threats."

"Bullshit," she huffs.

"It's true. Ask him. The first night, I offered to let him watch you if he kept my dick in his mouth. It was in there for hours. He sucked me so damn good. He's much better than you are at deep throating. Sure, he gagged, but he still swallowed every drop."

Maddie's brow furrows as she imagines it, me fucking Jordan's face, coming down his throat multiple times.

"Fine," she agrees.

"Fuck, yes!" I exclaim in victory. "Get naked and come over here."

"Naked? Nobody said anything about me being naked."

"I just did," I point out. "To fully enjoy a blowjob, I want to see every inch of your beautiful body while I'm buried in your mouth. Oh, and I want to lie down on the soft mattress."

"You're pushing it, Eli."

"I won't touch you, if that makes it better."

"Not really."

"Come on, Maddie. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold my eyes open. I feel so weak and tired. Let me see you naked one last time."

The truth is that I am losing blood and probably look a little pale from the loss.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Maddie mutters as she pulls her top off and over her head, then shoves her leggings down. "Get on the bed."

"You're a good woman, Maddie," I say as I keep my eyes on her while pushing myself off the floor. "A damn good, woman. Panties too," I order as I climb up on the bed, stretching out on my back, both hands tucked under my head.

Maddie does as I requested, unhooking and letting the satin and lace drop to the floor.

She looks self-conscious standing before me despite the fact that I've touched and tasted every inch of her for the past two nights.

"God, you're gorgeous. I think I would've tried giving up men for you," I tell her.

"Shut up," she says as she crawls up on the bed. I spread my thighs wider to make room for her. She pauses when she notices the crimson stain I've already left on the bedding from my leaking limb wrapped in a towel.

"Well?" I say when she's kneeling between my legs but not getting to work. "Undo my pants."

"Great. You're going to make me do all the work," she huffs. Her face reddens in embarrassment as I watch her fumble with my belt, her hands shaking as if she's nervous since I'm not dominating her for once.

Maddie pops the button on my pants, then lowers the zipper. She tugs the fabric down my thighs a few inches. Thanks to my lack of underwear, my constantly hard shaft bounces up toward her face in silent demand. It's been throbbing since she shot me like a sexy little badass.

"If you don't die, you better not ever tell Jordan about this," Maddie warns me as she wraps my fingers around my cock to hold it up to her lips.

"Not a word," I lie.

She lowers her mouth, giving my crown a few teasing licks. Once my head is nice and wet, she parts her lips and feeds the first few inches over her warm slick tongue.

"God, yes," I groan before remembering to tone it down a little. I'm supposed to sound like a dying man.

Maddie eyes me as if she's thinking the same thing, that this was just a ploy to get her mouth on me again. But because she shot me, she caves and starts bobbing her head, moving her mouth up and down my dick.

The faster she works her mouth along my length, the more I grunt and groan. My hips lift off the mattress to shove a few inches deeper, hitting the back of her throat. The second she gags, I'm close to coming.

She sucks me deep, over and over again, like she wants to make it damn good for me in case it's my last blowjob ever in this life.

I know she's even enjoying herself when her fingers slip between her bare legs. God, she's so damn hot. She never did that shit before, and I'm disappointed I didn't think to demand she masturbate while sucking me the times before.

I'm right on the very edge…when the mattress starts to buzz.

Fuck. It's my cell phone.

Maddie realizes it too as she fishes it out of my pocket with her free hand thankfully without removing her mouth or her fingers from between her legs, offering it to me. She's too close to stop.

And she obviously didn't see her father's name on the screen, or she would likely have paused. I can't not answer the mobster, even if my dick is currently fucking his daughter's throat.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah? Since when do you answer your boss so disrespectfully?"

If he thinks that's disrespectful, he should see Maddie's hair that she still hasn't washed clean…

"Sorry, sir," I say, struggling with remembering the English language. Gotta keep my responses short.

At the sir, Maddie lifts her eyes to mine in concern, but I shake my head, warning her not to stop. If anything, she suddenly becomes more enthusiastic, as if she wants me to come during the call.

"Where are you? You haven't checked in this week."

"East," I say. Adding, "Coast. Virginia."

Maddie hums, she fucking hums around my dick, sending the vibration through my soul. Then, I watch her shudder through her release, riding her fingers while her father says, "Any updates?"

Your missing daughter is coming so hard while trying to make me fill her belly with my cum.

"No, sir." I have to tilt the speaker away from my panting mouth.

"Then we'll talk next week. Set a reminder to call me first thing Monday morning," he grumbles just as Maddie fondles my balls with her fingers that are still damp from being inside her pussy. I come violently, my entire body levitating off the mattress.

" Yesss ," I groan. I quickly add a "sir" before my fingers fumble to end the call, tossing the phone aside carelessly to fist the bedding in both hands. Riding out the pleasure, my hips lift to thrust a little deeper in Maddie's throat to hear her gag again.

She does and fuck it's hot as hell. I'm highly amused and captivated watching her juggle the gagging while swallowing my huge load of cum when the apartment door opens.

There's nearly a straight-line view to the bed as soon as you step through the door, so I'm not surprised when I hear a shout of, "What the fuck?"

Both of us glance over to find Jordan watching us from the bedroom door. When Maddie starts to lift her head, I grab it and hold it down on my dick, making her take me too deep, so deep her eyes flood with tears as she screams on my cock, struggling for air.