one night, Prinie made her way into my room.
I told her to leave.
Begged her to.
She wouldn’t, said we needed to figure this out.
I told her it had to stop. I was the VP, and if Zero found out, he could have me killed.
She pushed. I pushed harder.
Prinie fought me back until I pinned her to the wall in all my pent-up rage. She was so fucking sexy the way she argued with me. It worked me up to the point I couldn’t fight it and ripped off her clothes.
I fucked her.
Hard.
Aggressively.
I nearly choked her until she couldn’t breathe.
Thrived in satisfaction as she gasped for breath.
Then, I ghosted her.
Hardcore.
Prinie tried to talk to me, she tried to fight with me.
Hell, she tried to seduce me again, but I fought it all, just so I wouldn’t give in to my addiction.
What happened that night nearly killed me.
In that moment, the feeling was like the biggest high I’ve ever had. The adrenaline coursed through my veins making me feel like a fucking king.
Until it didn’t.
Until reality slapped me like a raging typhoon.
Prinie was gasping, clinging to her neck. Tears were pricking her eyes from the pain I’d inflicted upon her. But more than that was what I saw in her eyes—Prinie was frightened—and I hadn’t experience that in a woman before because I had always discussed my sexual preferences before the act. I never felt more worthless. Like I didn’t have a place on this earth, like I shouldn’t have a place on this earth.
The high, the euphoria I felt, was nothing to the devastation injecting my veins. Like a cold blast of pure glacial water turning my body into a sheet of ice.
Prinie was everything I wanted, but in that moment, she was everything I knew I could never have again.
She pulls me in two and rips me apart at the seams.
While I didn’t want to be around her, I knew I needed her. She was my oxygen. And though I was ghosting her, I was never too far away. I was always watching, always keeping an eye on her, even if she thought I wasn’t. Up until that fucking night.
The night we were attacked.
The night her parents were murdered in front of her, it broke what was left of her fighting soul.
I wasn’t there to help pick up her pieces. So, she took Koda and bailed.
That was the hardest day of my life.
I lost my president.
My club was attacked, but more crucial, I lost the only thing keeping me level. Prinie left, and with her, all hope of me ever being any kind of normal man went with along with her. She abandoned me.
I gave her no choice, but I wanted her to fight harder for me. To give me a chance.
How fucked up is that?
Prinie left, breaking me, but it also broke Zero more than he ever let on. He didn’t show it, but I knew it. So, I put all my energy into him by being the best VP I could.
He chose me without a club vote, without a second thought. He wanted me by his side as his second.
So, from that day on, I restricted my sexual contact. If I had any, it was a blow job, rarely having sex. That way my urges couldn’t come out. I needed to prove to Zero that I wasn’t worthless, that I am worthy of his friendship and loyalty.
And that’s why right now I need to get him out of there, return the favor, and get these trumped-up charges dismissed. Or at the very least, let him know I’m working on it.
Picking up my cell, I dial the number I need.
It rings, far too long for me not to be annoyed, before a woman answers, “Houston Police Department, Corporal Daykin speaking.”
Going by her tone, she’s young like she’s new at this. I might be able to manipulate my way if I need to. “Corporal, what a lovely night we’re having.”
“This isn’t a line for chit-chat, sir. If you would like to report a crime or need assistance, then please continue. If not, kindly free the line for calls of a serious nature.”
Wow. Seems I had Daykin all wrong. Sometimes a pretty voice can be deceiving.
“Okay, to the point then. You have a man in custody… I would like to talk to him. Check-in and make sure he’s doing okay while being wrongfully arrested.”
She inhales, then lets out a long exhale. “Innocent or not, is of no consequence to whether he can