Chapter 20

20

Maddie

N aked, choking on Eli's dick, with drool and his cum dripping down my chin, that's how Jordan finds us.

"What the fuck?" he exclaims again as if we didn't hear him the first time.

Since Eli is holding my head down and won't let me up, I have to squeeze his shaft hard enough that he releases me, allowing me to pull my mouth off him.

Then I say the only thing that pops into my head, the worst thing I could possibly say. "It's not what it looks like," I whisper while wiping off my mouth, before I even suck in a breath.

"His dick was shoved down your throat! I'm sure it's exactly what it looked like!" Jordan responds. "What, are you going to try and tell me that you were going to kill him with orgasms?"

"He could be dying and it's my fault!" I remind him. "I shot him to save you!"

"He's not dying!" Jordan yells right back.

"He's lost a lot of blood," I point out, glancing down at the bleeding wound.

"Jesus, Maddie! Do you really think a man would be able to get hard if he was dying of blood loss?"

"Oh." I didn't think about that, and now I feel really stupid.

A second later and Jordan isn't the only one staring at us. He's joined by Remy and Colt. The Fulton brothers' eyes widen at the sight of me still kneeling between the other man's legs, Eli's dick still in his hand.

" Je-sus ," Remy mutters before slapping his palm over his eyes. "If Avery asks, I didn't see anything."

"Get out!" Jordan shouts at the two bikers. Once he shoves them back, he comes into the bedroom and slams the door behind him. Then the three of us just look at each other silently. Unable to take Eli's smug grin or Jordan's furious face a second longer, I back off the bed to get dressed while asking, "Did you find a doctor?"

I'm guessing no and if he did, Jordan will now tell the doctor to leave Eli's wound to fester. Or pour salt directly into it.

"A vet is on the way.

"A vet? Like a doggie doc?" Eli asks followed by a chuckle.

"I thought it was fitting since you're a son of a bitch," Jordan responds.

"Good one," Eli remarks, slipping both of his inked hands behind his head again. He's the picture of a laid back and satisfied male with his dick still hanging out of his pants while he lounges in our messy bed.

"I'm sorry," I tell Jordan. "But either the bullet kills him, or you will, right?"

"Hell, yes I'm going to murder that bastard!"

"Then, it's not a big deal, right?"

Jordan scoffs. "Are you kidding me? You don't think sucking another man's dick in my bed is a big deal?" His bed, no longer ours.

"He sucked yours and you sucked his," I remind him. "How is this all that different?"

"Yeah, Jordan, how is this different?" Eli asks. "You're really going to be angry at Maddie when you've had my dick in your mouth more than she has?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jordan shouts at him, chest heaving. Then to me, "It's not even close to the same thing. I was a hostage!"

"Wow. You are…such a hypocrite," I tell the man I've lived with and loved for a year.

"And you're a fucking whore!"

"Whoa," Eli whispers. "That insult was totally uncalled for. Maddie isn't a whore. The only two men she's ever been with are both in this room. You can't say the same, can you, Jordan?"

What?

"I'm going to throw you out on your ass and hope some wolves come along and eat you. Or maybe I'll take your bloody ass out to the ocean and toss you into for a shark to finish off."

"Maddie finished me off already," Eli retorts smugly.

"Goddamn you!" Jordan exclaims before he walks out, slamming the bedroom door behind him again.

"You're an asshole," I tell Eli while pulling on my clothes. And god, I need a toothbrush and a shower.

"Hey, I'm not the one who just called you a whore," he remarks. "Should I also point out that I didn't tell you to finger yourself while you were sucking me off? That was all you, baby."

Jordan

"Wow, Jordan. I'm so damn sorry," Colt says when I walk out to the parking lot, my head a mess of anger and confusion.

"You want us to kill him?" Remy offers.

"Fuck if I know," I huff as I shove my fingers through my hair. My hair that is longer than usual because Maddie said she liked men with longer hair. And now that Eli has showed up in town, I guess I know where that fascination started. I can't believe I didn't notice that shit sooner.

"What are you going to do?" Remy asks.

"I don't know that either," I grumble. "That asshole is a manipulative bastard. He probably guilted Maddie into doing it."

The Fulton brothers exchange a knowing look. "Jordan, you don't honestly believe that shit, do you?" Colt asks.

"It wasn't like he was holding a gun to her head and forcing her," Remy adds.

"No, but he was holding her shooting him and wounding him over her head," I remind them.

"We all saw it with our own eyes," Remy rearms. "That shit is not okay for wives to do behind their husband's backs."

"She's not my wife," I remind him.

"Oh. Shit. Right. Sorry."

"Even if you weren't married, you've been a couple for over a year. That deserves more respect than...that." Colt gestures with his hand to the apartment behind us.

"Look, I get that you two are just trying to look out for me and take my side, but you don't know the full story here."

"Then what's the full story?" Colt asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Maddie...Maddie wasn't doing anything with him that I haven't already done myself."

Remy and Colt's eyes momentarily widen as they exchange another wordless look.

"Really?" Colt asks softly. "Like are you all having threesomes or what?"

"It's…complicated," I tell him, rather than explain how the man kidnapped me, and shit happened. They'll think he's the bad guy, and that he forced me to do those things. That's not true.

I mean, Eli is a bad guy. I know that. I saw him cut out a man's eyeball. And it's not like I developed Stockholm syndrome or whatever. He's a bad man. An evil monster who gets off on hurting and killing people. Even his own mother thought he was evil when he was just a kid.

But the things we did, he didn't threaten me or anything like that. I knew what I was doing, and I wanted it.

I wanted to be with another man.

Only the second man in my life, but this time I wanted him.

Yes, Eli can be a manipulative prick, but I loved having his mouth, his hands, his everything on me. He's gorgeous and dangerous and those two things turned me into a puddle of lust who begged for more.

Even though I've had a beautiful woman in my bed every night for a year, I still couldn't resist the psycho's charms.

And being angry at Maddie for cheating is a hell of a lot easier than admitting to her that I'm not sure if I'll ever be completely myself with her. Or if she'll ever be enough to satisfy all of my needs.

"Fuck, I don't know what to do," I admit to Colt and Remy.

"The way I see it we only have two choices here," Remy says.

"Only two?" Colt asks.

"Only two," his brother agrees. "We can either send the girl back to Vegas before her mob boss father wages war on Rockland and the Savage Kings, or we kill the bastard and pray he hasn't told her father that he found her here living with us."

"And if he's already told her father?" Colt asks while I'm still hung up on the sending her back option.

"Then we're fucked. He'll come for her. We all know how shit went down when those dumbasses took Helen of Troy, right? Everyone died. Not to be a bastard, and I hate it for you Jordan, but that girl isn't worth any of us dying over."

"So that seems like we only have one option here," Colt replies. "She's got to go back home to daddy."

Remy nods. "She's got to go home to daddy. We could take it to the table for a vote if that's what you need, Jordan."

Since Remy is the MC's president, he has the most sway with every member. Most are his damn brothers, so I have a feeling how that vote will go. Me against everyone else.

"I get it," I tell them. "And I don't want any of you to get hurt because I was too stubborn to do the right thing. Maddie should…go back to Vegas. It's the best option for everyone."

Everyone except for me and her.

Why did Eli have to show up and fuck everything up?

"Glad you agree, kid. But now you have to decide what you are going to do," Remy says just as the apartment door opens behind me.

Maddie steps out, thankfully fully dressed in a white tee and leggings. It's not much, but it covers all the major areas.

"Jordan, can we please talk?" she comes up to us and asks.

I don't want to talk about any of this shit, but it's the adult thing to do, so I give her a nod.

"Could you two wait here and send the doc up when she gets here?" I ask the Fulton brothers.

"Sure thing, kid," Remy says, giving my shoulder a supportive slap.

Colt opens his mouth as if to chime in his opinion, but I hold up my palm to stop him. "Don't say it. Just don't, okay? Let me handle it? And I mean me, not my mother, not you. Me."

"Fine," he huffs then slips his hands into his jean pockets. With one last glare in Maddie's direction, the two of us walk back toward the side of the apartment building for privacy.

Finally, Maddie says, "I felt bad about shooting him and Eli knew it, so he sort of took advantage of me. Not like that, but he took advantage of the situation."

"I know," I say calmly because I know exactly how convincing the gorgeous bastard can be without even saying a word. "What he said was true. We did a lot of shit while I was his hostage. And none of it was actual torture."

"So, you...like him?"

"God, no! I fucking hate that asshole," I tell her, which is sort of true. I hate he didn't kill me before Maddie found out I had been with him. "But I still want him. Wanted him," I amend quickly. "And I think you do too, Maddie."

She shakes her head. "I don't..."

"You should go back to Vegas," I blurt out before I pussy out of it. Her face instantly falls, like I've hurt her worse than ever, even worse than fooling around with Eli and lying to her.

"You want me to leave?"

"I think it'll be best if you go. I can't...I don't want to start some war with your mob boss father if he finds out you're here. The Savage Kings shouldn't be dragged into our shit."

"You mean I'm not worth the headache."

"You've lied to me, and I've lied to you. We're not really married so there's no reason for you to stay."

"No reason? Being in love with you is not reason enough for you to fight to keep me?"

"We've both made mistakes," I remark, trying not to think too long about the words she just said. "And I'm not sure if I can believe anything you say. It feels like this past year has all been a lie. And I'm not putting all the blame on you. I haven't been honest with you either. We've both been living a lie, pretending everything was great between us, when we knew it wasn't."

"Jordan...please don't just send me back and pretend I was never here."

"It's not just my decision anymore," I say, throwing the Kings under the bus. "The club will vote, and I don't think it'll go your way, not after what Colt and Remy just saw in the apartment. As soon as Colt tells my mom, she'll be campaigning to put you on the first flight out of town."

"Your mom has never liked me," Maddie mutters.

"No, she hasn't," I finally admit to her honestly. "And she was right. You are trouble. Too much trouble for anyone to die for, even Eli."

"Wow," Maddie whispers. "So, you're breaking up with me, and sending me home. Did you ever care about me, or was it just an act?"

"Don't even fucking go there," I tell her. "You know I cared about you. I worshipped you. But I was doing it for the wrong reasons. I was avoiding the truth about myself. I thought that if I could love you and keep you, then I would never think about being with…anyone else ever again. And I was wrong."

"So, you don't want me?"

"It's not that I don't want you. You know I do. But I think we'll both be better off on our own."

A tear slides down her right cheek and I almost break right then and there and try to take back every word I just said.

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you who I was, who my father is!" she exclaims. "I knew you would send me back. God, I love you, Jordan. I'll still love you when I'm in Vegas, thrown back into my prison again. And trust me. I won't be better off without you."

"You'll have Eli," I remind her, which sends her running back to the apartment in tears. I know it's a low blow, but I'm hurting so much I took the shot, wanting to hurt her back.

Fucking Eli's sadism must be rubbing off on me.