Fuse's Hold by E.C. Land (books for students to read TXT) 📕

Then there’s also the fact I need to not only tell Lyrica about Simone, but I also need to find out why they were separated along with anything else. My gut’s saying something’s not right when it comes to their childhood. Maybe the whole adoption thing in itself is what’s rubbing me the wrong way.

“Let’s get this done then,” Chains growls from the other side of me as we step up to the boathouse.

Inside, I hold back the need to gag at the stench that fills the air. Leonard’s head is bobbing forward, indicating he’s still alive.

“Ready to die fucker?” I ask, stepping off to the side to open the drawer to a cabinet that should be used for tackle and shit, but it’s where we store our shit for moments like this. Reaching in, I pull out the gun Sabine had given me along with the silencer. I don’t want Lyrica to accidentally hear the gun go off and freak.

Leonard makes a groaning sound in the back of his throat and I look to my brother standing closest to him. “Lift his head up. I wanna see his face one last time.”

Nodding, Throttle does as I order and holds Leonard’s head up. I step forward and place the gun to his forehead. “You had one of your men fuck my woman with a steel pipe. She does realize I know this as she screamed it out in her sleep. This past week she’s not had one nightmare. This means she’s healing and you’re gonna finally die.”

I jerk my chin at Throttle and wait for him to back up enough so he doesn’t get brains on him.

With him out of the way, I squeeze the trigger and with a pop, it was done. Leonard was history. Stepping further away from him, I empty the rest of the clip into him and grab another to do the same. I then give the gun to Tyres, who was holding a clip, ready to unload his own bullets into the fucker. After Tyres, each brother takes their turn until Leonard’s body is riddled with bullet holes.

Only when the last brother finishes releasing the last bullet from the clip, do we all head for the door. The rest is being left to Pipe, Throttle, and Lynch as the three of them prepare the body to grind and dump.

“It’s done,” Chains says, clasping a hand on my shoulder.

“Partially,” I mutter.

“True, but this is one part of it that you won’t have to worry about again. We know to be vigilant when it comes to the ol’ ladies and kids around her. Now, let’s get the fuck back to the house. I’d like to spend time with my ol’ lady and kids before takin’ her to bed and fuckin’ the shit out of her.” I grin at Chains, knowing exactly what he means with that because that’s what I intend to do soon as I get Lyrica into the house and up to our room.

Shit, I might not even let her up for air the remainder of the day and into the night.

Today the drama for now ends. At least until the next bit begins. Seems it’s never-ending, but for now, it’s over.

Chapter Fifteen

Lyrica

Riding on the back of Fuse’s bike wrapped around him is one of the best feelings in the world. Okay, so it comes in second to actually riding the man himself. After Fuse and I got back from the ride, he’d taken off for a bit to do what he needed to do. Once finished, he’d come back, lifted me over his shoulder, and carried me in a fireman hold back home, where he spent the rest of the evening well into the night ravishing my body.

I rode him. He took me. And then he did it again. And again. It had been great.

Since the ride on his bike, he’s taken me out three more times. I’ve even started back at the tattoo shop under the watchful eye of all the men in my life. Lynch is there more managing the place. I’d wanted to strangle the woman they’d had working in my stead, considering she jacked my whole system up. This made them all laugh, especially when she’d snapped at me. I’d looked to Lynch, who’d given me the chin lift in his way of saying go for it.

Oh, I went for it alright. Yesterday the bitch was thrown out of the shop by the roots as I yanked her from my seat and threw her through the open door.

This all happened within less than a week.

Now I’m feeling the majority of myself again. Even had Robby do my next set of piercings. Of course, this was done with Fuse standing next to me, watching as I’d gotten my nipples pierced.

His eyes flared and I know he’s dying to play with them. Fuse has told me multiple times that he loves playing with my pussy, especially the piercing I have there. For so long, I regretted it, but now I definitely don’t.

“Hey, baby,” Fuse’s voice draws my attention when he calls my name. Lifting my head up from my sketch pad, I give him a smile. But one look at his face and I’m not wanting to smile anymore.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask, putting the pad down on the seat of my bay window in our house. The bay window I’d found out he’d had design solely for me.

“Gotta talk to you about something important,” he grumbles, reaching out for my hand and pulling me up off the seat. He then walks me over to the couch, where he sits and pulls me down until I’m straddling his waist.

“What is it?” I ask this time, far more cautious.

“What I’m gonna tell you is gonna upset you, piss you off, and probably fuckin’ hurt.” Oh no. Please tell me he’s not breaking up with me.

“Are you breaking up with