Rock's Redemption(Insurgents MC Romance Book 8)(47)

She swallowed down the bile rising in her throat as she fought against  fainting. Don't you dare pass out. Don't fucking do it! Breathe deeply.  In and out. In and out. I'm with Rock and he's kissing me all over. His  lips are so soft against my body. Don't fucking faint. She steadied her  nerves as she waited for Rock to walk into the web Frederick had spun.





Chapter Twenty-Five





On the way to Frederick's house, Rock called Bones and told him where he  was headed. His friend had told him to wait until they came to join  him, but he couldn't wait another minute. He had no idea what the  sonofabitch was doing to his woman, but he'd guessed it was something  awful. She could be dead by the time my brothers get here. He was almost  there, driven by love, not logic, to get his woman out of the rich  fucker's control.

He knew he'd fucked up when he left her mother unbound. All it would've  taken was five minutes to tie the bitch up, but his head was on  backwards with Clotille-always had been-and he made a stupid mistake.  But it didn't matter because he was hell-bent on killing Frederick and  taking his woman with him.

Figuring the bitch called the rich asshole, Rock decided he'd enter  around the side of the house through a window. Again he cursed himself  for leaving a loose thread, but he had to proceed regardless.

He parked his bike a few blocks away so as not to tip off Frederick that  he'd arrived. He took alleys and cut through yards to get to the white  plantation-style house. The lush foliage aided Rock in slinking to the  back part of the house. He tried several windows but they were all  secured. As he rounded the corner, he spotted a sliding glass door and  pulled it. It opened and he went through. That was too fuckin' easy. His  senses were on high alert as he took out his Glock and walked into the  hallway. From the front of the house, a low murmur of deep voices  floated down the hall.

His muscles tightened as he approached, dropping to his belly and  slithering across the floor until he came upon a small room. He slid in  and stood up, pressing himself against the wall. From what he could  hear, it sounded like there may be three or four men in the larger room.  He spotted a door and went to open it, hoping it wasn't a closet. The  door opened into a large space that had a big fireplace and a lot of  furniture. Next to the fireplace he saw her, naked and kneeling, a  collar around her thin neck. He gritted his teeth when he saw the red  slashes and angry welts across her soft body. Steady, man. You've  already made too many stupid mistakes. Her eyes were downcast, but her  swollen lids told him she'd been crying. Don't worry, chérie, you'll be  in my arms soon.

Two burly men stood with their arms crossed, one by the door and the  other across from Clotille. From their clothes, Rock knew they were  bikers. He was positive they were from the Gypsy Fiends. He didn't feel  any comfort in knowing that the Insurgents and the Fiends had just  entered into a deal. He wouldn't put it past Copperhead to order the hit  on him in order to remain on the good side of their rich pimp.

Frederick walked in looking cool and collected in his navy blue pants  and pin-striped shirt. Rock wanted to rush out and beat the shit out of  him, but he held steady watching the fucker run his fingers through  Clotille's hair and glance at his watch several times. He fuckin' knows  I'm coming. Asshole. The two bikers stood rigid, but their faces were  slack from boredom. The one by the door yawned.

"Maybe I misjudged your biker, pet. He should've been here by now. Maybe  he only saw you for what you are-a piece of slutty ass." He pulled her  hair and she yelped, her cry lancing Rock's heart. Frederick took her  nipple between his fingers and tweaked it hard, stretching it out while  he began to unzip his pants.                       
       
           



       

Against his better judgment, Rock charged into the room, startling  everyone. "Get the fuck away from her!" He rushed to Frederick and  landed a solid punch in his stomach, causing him to bowl over. The two  bikers recovered from their surprise and came after Rock, whose fist  slammed into the jaw of one of them. He kicked backward, and from the  low groan he knew he'd nailed the asshole in the balls.

The other biker came at Rock fast with a looping swing to his head, but  he ducked it easily. He slammed the steel toe of his boot into the  bearded man's knee and heard it pop as the man howled and went down. The  biker behind him grasped Rock's shoulder and crashed his head into the  back of his. Rock, dazed, stumbled forward and then whirled around,  shooting his attacker in the leg. The biker crumpled to the floor.

Rock's gaze locked with Clotille's and the tears streaming down her face  broke his heart. When he moved toward her, she screamed. "Rock! Behind  you!" Before he could turn around, something hard hit him on the head.  Warm, sticky liquid trailed down his face and he wiped it, his fingers  coated in blood.

"You fucker!" A biker he hadn't seen before punched him in the face while another held him from behind.

Rock's head pounded like crazy and black spots danced in front of his  eyes. Where the fuck did these sonsofbitches come from? Where the hell  is Bones? Rock wasn't stupid; the odds were against him, especially  since he was injured. He cursed himself for letting his heart rule his  head.

Another biker entered the room. "You fuckin' shot my brother!" He came  over and kicked Rock in the stomach. He groaned and they laughed. "You  okay for a bit, Gater?" The man on the floor nodded. "We're gonna make  this fucker pay for what he did to you."

Frederick, back on his feet, cleared his voice. "I'm calling the shots around here, not you. Stand this asshole up."

Three men dragged Rock to his feet. He noticed one of them had a Gypsy  Fiends patch tattooed on his chest. Frederick looked hard at him.  "You've caused all kinds of problems for me, you fucking lowlife. The  first order of business is for you to understand that Clotille made the  decision to come back freely to me. Isn't that true, pet?"

Clotille nodded. "I'm back with Frederick. We talked things over and we settled a lot of stuff. I'm sorry, Rock."

"Fuckin' bullshit! I want you to look me in the eyes, chérie, and tell me you don't love me. That it's over between us."

She kept her gaze downward.

"Go on, pet. Tell him you don't love him, that I'm the only one you love and want to be with." Frederick smirked at Rock.

With quivering lips, she looked up at Rock and her green gaze caught  his. For a short moment they were connected, and then she broke away. "I  can't," she whispered. "I love him with all my heart."

Rock smiled. "Oh, chérie."

"You fucking cunt! You will be punished long and hard for humiliating  me. And your indiscretion will be felt beyond the whip on your flesh.  I'm going to kill Andrew." Frederick's nostrils flared as spittle formed  in the corners of his mouth.

"No. Frederick, no! I'll do anything but don't harm Andrew. You promised me." Clotille dropped her face in her hands.

"You promised me a lot of things too. It isn't fair that you can break  your promises and I have to uphold mine. All bets are off, pet." He  glanced at Rock. "Are you wondering who Andrew is?"

Rock stared expressionless at the man he wanted to tear apart. Clotille  was extremely upset, and a tinge of curiosity weaved through him.

"Let me tell you." Frederick sneered.

"No, Frederick. Please. Not like this." Clotille glared at him "I'm the  one who needs to tell him. I was going to do it tonight," she said  softly.

"Shut the fuck up!" He turned to Rock. "He's your bastard son."

"What the fuck?" Rock stared at Clotille as tears streamed down her  face. His heartbeat raced and the room spun. "I have a son?" Casting her  gaze downward, she nodded. "How?"

"That night we were together in the park," she said softly.

"Clotille …  what the fuck?" His head pounded as he tried to comprehend what she was saying.

"When I found out I was pregnant, you hadn't been sentenced yet. You dad  was still I ICU barely alive." She locked onto his widening eyes. "I  wanted to have our baby and wait to for you, even though I didn't know  if you'd be in for life, but my mother and Armand threatened that they'd  make me have an abortion. They didn't want me sullying our family  reputation." She pushed her shoulders back. "You don't know how bad it  was. I was desperate. I couldn't let them kill our baby, so I sought Luc  out and pretended to want to reconcile. He fell for it, we had sex, and  I told him a month later I was pregnant. I knew he'd do the honorable  thing and marry me. I didn't have a choice, Roche. Not even my dad was  on my side. I was seventeen and alone." She turned away, sobbing.