Hades Knights MC Box Set, page 6
part #1 of Hades Knights MC Series
“Cooper, how are you, brother?” I say, walking up to them. I slide my arm around Cassandra’s small waist pulling her closer. I lean in to kiss her and then pull back, grinning.
“Darlin, this is Cooper,” I say, smiling at her. I gaze into her honey color eyes.
“Hi,” Cassandra says, timidly. Yeah, my girl is shy.
“Hey, Santa, what’s up? Is this your girl?” Cooper asks, chuckling.
I look at Cooper, nodding as a loud howl escapes.
“Hell, yes,” I say, laughing.
“Santa,” Cassandra asks, giggling.
“Yeah, some brothers think they’re funny. They call me Santa, especially today, when the brothers celebrate Christmas as one big family. My birthday is on Christmas. I love Christmas, and my name is Nicolas Klaus,” I say, winking.
“Oh, that’s so awesome. Santa cutie, did you check my list? Santa Cutie, think of the kisses I missed,” Cassandra says, throwing her head back, laughing.
Her long slender neck is exposed. I lean down to kiss her neck, sucking my way up to her ear, whispering.
“Darlin, yes, I did. You’re such a good girl that I’m going to give you all the kisses you missed,” I say, taking her mouth.
I wrap my other arm around her, pulling her closer to me.
“Fuck, Santa! How did you get so lucky?” Cooper says, glaring at me.
I flip Cooper off, pulling Cassandra up into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, I walk towards the bar, placing her on the stool, pulling away.
“Darlin, I’m so glad that you finally made it,” I say, moving my hands to cup her face. I gaze into her eyes, falling into the light her soul emits.
“Nicolas, I was waiting for my sister, because Father said that she was coming for Christmas. I wanted to bring her with me. I think that he changed his mind because he told me that she wasn’t coming. Then I had to wait for Father to leave,” Cassandra says, moving her arms up to wrap around my neck.
“Sorry to hear that your sister didn’t come,” I say, smiling at her.
“Santa, what about the kisses I missed? By the way, that’s so cute, I love it,” Cassandra says, giggling. She moves her hand up to flick at the Santa’s hat pom-pom.
I lean down, taking her mouth, sliding my tongue against hers. I kiss for a while, tangling our tongues. I grab her hips and pull her closer to my aching cock.
Fuck, her kisses drive me insane. I’m so fucking ready to fuck her.
Oh fuck, she bit me. I pull back, gazing into her heated honey eyes.
“Darlin, you’re feeling a little feisty,” I say, moving my hands up to her waist.
Cassandra smiles at me, laughing. She moves her hands to adjust my Santa hat.
My brother Dante stands next to us, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey Nicolas, could you give me a minute?” Dante asks, nodding at Cassandra.
I turn to look at Dante, raising my eyebrow and taking a step back.
“Hey brother, what do you need?” I ask him, holding onto Cassandra’s hand.
Dante nods, stepping closer, he murmurs.
“Brother, is that your girl?” Dante asks, tipping his head up, indicating Cassandra.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I say, scowling.
“Is it serious?” Dante asks, looking at me intently.
“Yeah,” I tell him, not ready to voice my feelings.
“Then I suggest that you claim your old lady because the brothers are ready to pounce on her. She’s fucking hot and sweet,” Dante says, stroking his short auburn beard.
“What the fuck,” I say, glancing at the brothers in the room.
Fucking hell, they’re looking at my sweet girl. Fucking, not happening.
“Yeah, you know how it is. I didn’t want to see you go through hell because you know when the brothers want some pussy, they will take it,” Dante says, taking a step back.
“Yeah, thanks,” I say, turning to grab Cassandra.
“Darlin, I’m so happy to have you in my life, because girls like you don’t typically want me in their life,” I say, taking her face in my hands.
“Nicolas, that’s so sweet. Why would you say that? I want you in my life, I’ve wanted you for a long time,” Cassandra says, a soft flush spreads through her face.
“Is that right?” I say, grinning.
“Yes, I . . . I want you forevermore,” Cassandra says, breathlessly.
I lean in, kiss her, and move my lips along her jaw, sucking and nibbling to on her ear, whispering.
“Darlin, would you like to be my old lady?” I ask her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
Cassandra wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, moaning.
“Yes, I do,” Cassandra says in my ear.
“Hell, yes, I’m claiming you now in front of my brothers. It’s our way,” I tell her, kissing her neck.
“Ok,” Cassandra says, nodding.
“Ok,” I say, waving Son over.
“Son, kill the music for a few when you see me on the floor,” I say.
“Right,” Son says, nodding.
“Darlin, come with me,” I say, pulling her down from the stool. I take her hand, walk to the center of the room, raising my hand holding her close.
Everyone stopped talking once the music stops.
“Hey brothers, listen up. This beautiful girl is Cassandra Beck, and she’s my old lady,” I say, pulling her into my arms. I kiss her deeply, and the brothers clap and hoot.
I pull back grinning, taking her hand, I lean down to kiss her knuckles. Yeah, the brothers will know that she’s my queen.
“Nicolas, that’s so sweet,” Cassandra says, blinking the tears away.
I pull her into my arms, and the music starts. I dance with her, kissing her neck.
“Darlin, this means that you’re mine, my woman,” I say, sucking her neck.
“Oh, that means that I’m your wife?” Cassandra asks, holding onto my shoulders.
I kiss her neck, down her shoulder, and then I pull back grinning.
“Yes, it’s the same in the biker’s culture. Darlin, do you want to marry me?” I ask her grinning.
“You want to marry me? Oh my god, yes, yes,” Cassandra says, hugging me tightly.
“Darlin, I’m taking you to my apartment because I can’t wait to love you,” I tell her.
Thirteen
Cassandra
It’s still early, but I’m used to getting up before the sunrise. I move my hair over my shoulder and turn to look, Nicolas.
He looks so peaceful and harmless, but I know that he’s an outlaw biker, but I don’t care because I know that he’s a good man, my man.
Nicolas sleeps next to me with his arm around my waist. I look at his long lashes fanning out on his cheeks. I move my hand to run my finger over his lips. He sighs and turns over onto his stomach.
I can’t believe that I’m Nicolas’s old lady and he asked me to marry him. I’m so happy right now.
Oh my god, what should I do? Should I tell Nicolas about the fake books? Linda knows more than I thought. What should I do? He’s going to be my husband, and having secrets is no way to start a marriage.
Yes, I’ll tell him everything that I know, because I need to help him take care of his interests.
I slide out of bed to take a shower. I wash my hair and soap up my body.
Nicolas opens the shower door, walks in, and moves his hands over my body. He kisses, sucks my neck.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful and all mine,” Nicolas says, turning me around to kiss me. He slides his tongue into my mouth, thrashing with mine.
He lifts me my hips, shifts thrusting deep inside. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning.
I use my legs to leverage my body to meet his thrusts, feeling my bones turn to jelly. I hold on tight, melting into him.
Nicolas pulls back, gasping, as he gazes into my eyes.
“Darlin, you drive me insane; I’m going to explode. Come with me,” Nicolas says, leaning down, biting my neck.
“Nicolas,” I yell, gasping, trembling.
“I got you,” Nicolas says, kissing my neck, soothing where he bit me.
Later that morning, Nicholas drives his truck instead of his bike to take me home. I ask him to drop me off a block away because I don’t want Father to see him.
Nicolas turns off his truck and pulls me close to him. He moves his hand to stroke my hair.
“Darlin, I don’t like dropping you off down the street from your home. I want to take you home and talk to your Father. That’s why I drove my truck so you can gather your stuff, I want you to live with me,” Nicolas says, gazing into my eyes.
I fall into his warm baby blue eyes, connecting with his soul.
“Nicolas, are you serious? You want me to live with you?” I say, wide-eyed.
Nicolas smiles, his eyes roam my face, nodding.
“Darlin, yes, I do. You’re my old lady, and that in my world is equivalent to a wife. I asked you to marry me. You’re my woman, and I need you with me, always.” Nicolas says, kissing my face. He buries his face in my neck, kissing and nibbling up to my ear.
“Yes, I am. I’ll get my stuff, and you can pick me up later at Nyx,” I say, holding onto him tighter.
Nicolas sucks my earlobe, whispers.
“Sounds good, I’ll pick you up later. I still want to talk to your Father, though,” Nicolas says, moving his hands up my back.
“Do you think it’s a good idea because I don’t want him to know? I don’t want him to look for me or to cause any problems with you or the club,” I say, moving my head onto his shoulder.
Nicolas pushes me back; he looks at me, shaking his head.
“Darlin, don’t worry about that. We can take care of your Father and his business associates. I don’t want to give him the chance to take you from me,” Nicolas says, moving his hands to cup my face.
“Oh, I didn’t’ think about that,” I say, tightening my lips.
Nicolas rubs his thumb over my lips, squinting his eyes.
“I don’t want you to worry; I got this. I don’t want to risk your Father doing something before I pick you up. Please promise me to keep me updated every hour, especially if he says anything about that associate of his dropping in,” Nicolas says, furrowing his forehead.
I nod, my eyes tear up, and I lean my head on his shoulders, holding on tight.
“Ok, I’ll pack up my stuff, I’ll let you know when I’m at Nyx. I’ll wait for you there,” I say in a low voice.
Nicolas pushes me back; he looks at me, his eyes search mine.
“Darlin, I love you,” Nicolas says, softly.
“Nicolas, I love you,” I say, breathlessly.
Nicolas smiles; he leans down, kissing me deeply.
Fourteen
Nicolas
The air feels good on my face, cooling me down as we ride down the country road. The road is clear, the moon and stars shine brightly.
It’s been a few hours since I dropped off Cassandra, and it’s been hell. This feeling wouldn’t go away. I’m anxious to get to Cassandra. She’s been messaging me every hour, but this feeling wouldn’t go away. I hate it because I know that something is off. I’m worried about Cassandra. Fuck, we need to finish this run so I can get to her.
We pull into the last stop parking lot, pulling into a parking space. Ryker slides of his bike walks into the building to handle MC business.
I wait outside, crossing my arms across my chest. I close my eyes inhaling deeply, exhaling to control my anxiety.
My cell beeps, and I glance at the message.
Cassandra: I’m at Nyx. Kisses.
Nicolas: Darlin, be careful. Love you
Cassandra: Ok.
I run my hand through my hair, looking at Ryker walk out of the store.
Fuck, I have this damn sinking feeling in my gut. Yeah, Cassandra messaged me that she’s at Nyx, but I can’t wait to get her. I wouldn’t be at peace until she’s with me because I know that shit is going down.
Sally hasn’t called or messaged me. Damn, I didn’t get her number. That was a fucking amateur mistake.
Ryker gets on his bike, looks at me, and tilts his head.
“What’s up?” Ryker says, putting his helmet on.
“Brother, I have a bad feeling; it feels off. Let’s blow through this run so we can get to Nyx,” I say, clenching my jaw.
Ryker, nods, turns on his bike. We go on our runs. On the last run that we did, we had a little trouble collecting the money. Yeah, of course, being the enforcer, I had to take care of it with my gun with a silencer.
“Fuck, I’ll get the prospects for clean up,” I say, looking around the office.
“Yeah, that will do. Motherfucker was ripping us off,” Ryker says, looking at his desk. He grabs the briefcase, shoves the laptop, cash, and guns inside of it.
I send the prospects the message from my burner cell.
The prospects arrive to take care of the cleanup.
“Son and Fox, follow us out to the bar in a minute and get any customers out of the bar.
“Right,” Son says, looking at the dead dealer.
“Yes,” Fox says, placing his hands on his waist, looking at the body.
“Let’s take care of his crew, and close down the bar,” I say, walking out of the office.
I walk into the dark bar and looking around; I take a seat at the bar.
“A beer,” I say to the bartender stacking the glasses.
The bartender nods, taking a minute to finish the task and then walks over to get my beer.
I nod at Ryker, Son, and Fox. Ryker takes care of the bouncer; Son knocks out the customer as I shoot the bartender when he’s leaning in the cooler to get the beer.
Son drags the only customer out the door, taking him out to the back parking lot.
“Fox, close the front door,” I say, tilting my head.
“On it,” Fox says, walking away.
I walk back to the office, look for the camera’s video cards. I take them out and drop them in the briefcase.
“Son and Fox, clean up,” I say, looking at the prospects.
My burner rings, I look at it, it’s unknown call. I answer it closing my eyes. My heart tightens, and I inhale deeply.
“Yeah,” I say.
“Nicolas, it’s Sally. It’s bad. Very bad. The Capo is here at Beck’s club. I heard his daughter yelling. I heard Beck tell her to get ready to leave with the Capo since he now owns her,” Sally says, in a low voice.
“Thanks, on my way,’ I say, hanging up.
I turn to Ryker, gasping for air. I inhale and exhale harshly, nodding.
“Need to go to Beck’s, the Capo is there, and motherfucker wants to take Cassandra,” I manage to gasp out.
“Motherfucker,” Ryker says, scowling.
“Let’s go; I’ll call the brothers,” I say.
Ryker grabs the briefcase and walks out.
I message the brothers for back up.
Nicholas: Capo at Beck’s and wants to take Cassandra.
Seth: On our way.
I run out of the bar, jump onto my bike, and pull on my helmet. I turn on the bike; the twin pipes roar to life. I look over at Ryker, nodding as I pull out.
I tear down back streets to get to the Nyx in a few minutes. I pull up to the parking lot behind the club. I turn off the bike and clenching my jaw.
“Nicolas, calm down, let’s wait for the brothers. We don’t want to get ambushed there. We don’t know how many of Beck’s and the Capos crew are inside,” Ryker says, alighting his bike.
I take off my helmet, swing my leg to get off my bike. I message Sally to get the status inside the club.
Nicolas: Update.
Sally: I’m hiding, and a stripper is on stage, and there is a full house. Beck is in his office with the Capo and yells, trying to make Cassandra stop crying, she’s hysterical. He has hit her several times.
Fucking hell, that motherfucker is dead. I’m going in.
Ryker shakes his head, placing his hand on my arm.
“Fucker, let me go,” I growl.
Seth walks into the parking lot, shaking his head.
“The brothers are behind me, we parked down the street,” Seth says, crossing his brawny arms.
“Nicolas, you need to calm down,” Seth says, glowering.
I clench my jaw, to stop from talking back. I cross my arms, waiting for the plan.
“Chad, Wyatt, Heath, Colton, go into the club from the front, act as if you’re here to enjoy the strippers,” Seth says, in a low voice.
“Brice, Axle, Carter will stay outside to guard,” Seth looks at them.
They nod and spread around the back.
“Let’s go,” Seth says, looking at Ryker, Carter, Dante, Hunter, Creed, and me.
We start to walk towards the back door when all of a sudden, it pops open.
Cassandra is crying, yelling, and kicking her legs. She’s trying to escape from the huge guy who’s carrying her.
“Let me go,” Cassandra yells.
The tall, black-haired guy frowns, looks down at her, not noticing us.
“Bitch, you need to calm down! I’ll knock you out,” the man growls, he stops to adjust Cassandra.
Seth signals us to stay back. We move around the parked cars, waiting.
The man takes a step down into the parking lot, stops to turn back when the back door opens.
“Torres, I have her bag,” Beck says, looking at the Capo.
Fucking bastard! What type of Father is he? He did hand Cassandra over to Torres. At least we now know who Torres is.
“Beck, let the girl go,” Seth yells, from behind the truck.
Beck looks out, scowling, looking for Seth.
“Who the fuck is out here giving me orders?” Beck yells, taking out his gun.
Torres starts running with Cassandra down the side of the building.
The motherfucker is not taking Cassandra! It’s not happening. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.
“Torres, don’t hurt her, let her go,” I scream. I lean against the car, looking at Cassandra.
Torres slowly turns, scanning his surroundings. His eyes bulge when he sees us, then he sneers, an evil laugh booms out in the night.
