Devil's Prey(24)

His chest brushed against her nipples and he felt himself grow hard  again, desperately wanting to fuck her again. He pulled one of her legs  around his waist as she pulled away.

"I'm not on anything, Max. You better grab a condom if you don't want to be a father any time soon," Mags murmured.

He smirked, his aquamarine eyes searching hers. "Don't you want to be a mother?"

"I don't know," she mumbled.

"Well, I highly doubt you would be the first woman in history to fuck  twin brothers and have babies by both of them," Max replied before he  let go of her leg and crawled away from her.

Recognition dawned on her face and she opened her mouth to speak but he  no longer cared what she had to say. He stood and walked to his private  bathroom, slamming the door and locking it in the process.





Chapter Eleven





Magnolia





I sat up in bed, my heart in my throat as Max's words finally sunk in.

I highly doubt you would be the first woman in history to fuck twin brothers and have babies by both of them.

I felt sick to my stomach and scrambled from the bed before I fled to my  private bathroom, lifted the toilet seat and vomited violently. My  stomach heaved until I had nothing left, not even bile to puke up. After  flushing the toilet, I stood on shaky legs and rinsed my mouth out at  the sink before I glanced at myself in the mirror.

An ashen, frightened young woman stared back at me. I looked away,  unable to stand my own reflection as the tears came to my eyes I roughly  wiped away.

There had to be some mistake. Max was a master of his craft and  deception was at the heart of our chosen profession. He would easily use  mind-fuckery to throw me off balance. It was the only explanation I had  for what he'd said to me. There was no way he and Edward were related.

I didn't know everything about the Gillespie family tree but I did know  Edward was the product of a club whore who'd left shortly after his  birth. His father also had a daughter by another club whore some twelve  years later and that was how he acquired a sister, Chantal. They were  close, despite the age difference, and as far as I knew, she was the  only sibling he had.

What the hell was this about a brother? And twins? I didn't know Sean  Gillespie-or Gilligan, which was his Road name-personally, but I knew  enough to understand family meant everything to him and there was no way  he would have ever let his son be raised by a club whore.

I didn't know which way was up or down; left or right. I ran the water  in the shower and stepped in, moments later, washing the remnants of Max  off my body. I didn't want his scent on me, and anywhere he'd touched  me with his hands or cock, I wanted to get clean. I could never clean  out my insides or the taint he'd left stained on my soul like a black  smudge. I wish I never knew he existed. What made my situation all the  more baffling was why I'd chosen to blame him. If what he said had any  grain of truth to it then how the hell was it his fault?

I shook my head angrily as water cascaded over me.

This whole situation was so fucked up and I had to get him to admit he  was lying. He and Edward couldn't be related. I hadn't fucked another  set of brothers, had I? The first time had not been within my control; I  was child thrust into a situation most would have never recovered from,  and still had issues with to this very day.

Although if I was honest with myself-completely and wholly  honest-neither had I. The way I used men wasn't healthy; they could  never be a species to love . . . they were a means to an end. I got what  I wanted and made no bones about it.

I used sex as a form of therapy; either I could hate it and destroy an  integral part of my life and the human bonding experience or I could  love it and abuse it the way I wanted to and with whomever I felt like  fucking.         

     



 

If the tears could come, I would have welcomed them with open arms but  my eyes remained dry. It was hard to cry when they'd all been used up  during my teenage years. Another wasted emotion . . . regret. There was  nothing to feel guilty about. If it were true then I would accept what  I'd done and live with it. I couldn't change the past now anymore than I  could transform the sky from blue to black.

Shortly after I dried off and towel dried my hair, I pinned it up with  hair clip, quickly applied lotion and slipped into a black cami and  short pajama set. I walked downstairs and paused mid-way as I heard Max  and Rasmus talking to one another.

"Why the fuck did you tell her? You do realize this throws a major  monkey-wrench into our plans," Rasmus said in a voice laced with anger.

"No, it doesn't. She will think I wouldn't hurt him because we are blood  related but those two fucks might as well be strangers as far as I'm  concerned. I don't know them and didn't grow up with them. The only  thing we share in common is blood and genetics-that's all," Max  explained casually as if he were discussing the weather.

"Max, listen to yourself. You wanted out so you could hatch the perfect  plan to take your brother down. The first part was stealing his girl-you  got her. Walk the fuck away and leave the Saints alone. If you think  we're bad off now, what happens when we're running not only from my  father but your father's crew? You don't think they have friends? The  Aces in California and Oregon. The goddamn Hells Horsemen in Montana-the  fucking Silver Demons in New York, the Hellions in the south.

"The Knights will back them and they-like the Saints-have charters in  Europe. The UK and Germany become no-go zones! Where the fuck do you  plan for us to set up house? Fucking Mexico? Aztecas Infierno control  most of Baja and part of the mainland."

"Raz, you aren't tellin' me anything I don't already know. I'm not going to do anything stupid-"

"You're already doin' stupid shit," his lover shouted back. "Take the  fuckin' girl and let's get the hell out of dodge. Tell her the real plan  for fuck's sake. We stroll into The Heritage, we take out a couple of  my father's key men, steal some money and get the hell off the grid. I'm  not leaving here without you. I don't want to see you dead or  worse-what if Dimitri finds out you don't have a plan and never ever had  any intention of assassinating Angelo. Did you ever think about that  for a second and what it means for your precious Magnolia?"

"Stop with the hysterics-you're giving me a fucking migraine. We've got  time to figure all this shit out and tell her the truth."

"No, we've run out of time, Max. I just got a call from a trusted source and Dimitri is on to you."

The words had barely left Rasmus' mouth as I rushed down the rest of the  stairs almost tripping over my own two feet but I righted myself just  in time. I immediately marched directly to Max and slapped the shit out  of him and his pretty boy fucking face.

"You fuckin' used me to get to Edward? Why?" I shouted in anger.

My blood boiled in my veins, and the need to make him suffer was epic  but I couldn't do shit to him while he was threatening the life of the  man I loved and his family.

"Why else do you fuckin' think, Mags? I want them to pay for what they  did to me!" he exclaimed, his face heated with rage and resentment.

I shook my head sadly as I reeled in my temper and held my arms down at  my side, my fists clenched with tension radiating throughout my body.  "When the fuck did you turn into such a little bitch boy, huh? Mommy and  Daddy didn't love you enough so now you want to murder your own father  and brother? Newsflash! They don't even know you exist, Max."

"That's a lie," he bit out coldly.

"No, it isn't. It's the fucking truth!" I started to pace the floor in  front of me out of frustration. "Edward has never once mentioned you and  it wasn't because he didn't know who you were. All you are to him is  Dimitri's prized possession. I don't know what the fuck happened between  your mom and Sean but neither of them have a clue you're their flesh  and blood. Or if they do, they hold a tight fuckin' lid on the  knowledge, otherwise the whole underworld would know.

"Twins?! Edward has been thinking he's a singleton his whole life-at  least that's what he's always told me. As far as he knows, his mother  was a club whore who left his father shortly after he was born. If  there's more to this story, Sean sure as fuck hasn't told anyone-not  even his own son."         

     



 

"Oh, there is a hell of lot more to this story, baby doll, but according to Raz here, we don't have the time to get into it."

I glared into his aquamarine eyes coldly and through his anger, I could  clearly see the resemblance to Edward and Sean. He had their trademark  blue-green eyes, Irish complexion and temper. He was also built like  Edward too except he was a bit more filled out than his brother who was  all lean muscles and tattoos.

Max had a few tats but nothing like the arm sleeves Edward had not to  mention the tat on his back that clearly stated he was a member of the  Lucifer's Saints. Edward also played with his hair color a lot-more than  any other man I knew of but his natural color was the same shade of  brown as the hair on Max's head.