moment before he fell to the ground screaming. She kicked him in the ribs then jerked the knife free. Amelia heard the sound of guns cocking, but paid the M.C. no attention. She circled her father, knife clutched in her hand, then spit on him.
“I’m not your daughter. I will never be your daughter. My mother was right to leave you, and I’m only sorry she isn’t still alive to witness me ending your life.” With the knife held over her head, she fell to her knees and shoved it deeply into his chest. He gasped and choked, blood trickling out of his mouth. Hatred burned in his eyes, but Amelia stared him down, wanting to watch as the bastard took his last breath.
When her father lay still, she rose to her feet and faced Cabrera. “I’m not some meek, biddable, young woman. If you ever think of laying a hand on me, if you so much as think you’re going to come after me, I’ll flay the skin from your body, crucify you, then set your ass on fire. My home is here, with the M.C., and with my mate. I don’t care what my father promised you. It’s never going to happen.”
Cabrera smiled with a spark of amusement in his eyes. “You are fierce, little one, and would make the perfect mate for one such as me. But I have no desire to tame you. Now that you’ve taken your father out of the picture, my deal with the Black Death has also come to an end.” He reached out and curled her hair around his finger. “Pity. I looked forward to taking you to my bed.”
She hissed at him, a trait she’d picked up from Axel.
“But I do not wish to wake one morning with a knife in my heart, and I would always wonder if my food was poisoned. So you may keep your mate and your life here, and you needn’t worry that I’ll come for you.” Cabrera nodded to the M.C. at her back. “I believe it’s time I returned to Mexico.”
Amelia watched in disbelief as he strode back to his SUV, climbed inside, and drove away. “That’s it? He came all that way and now he’s tucking his tail and running?”
Crimson slapped her on the back. “Well, when you essentially cut off a man’s dick, it tends to make one think things over.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged off Crimson’s arm, turning to face her mate. She couldn’t read the expression in his eyes and it worried her. Yes, she’d kicked that slut’s ass what felt like a month ago, and yes, she’d delivered a little justice to the assholes who tried to take her captive again. But this? She’d killed her father in cold blood, and not in a nice way. Her hands were literally stained with blood now. Would Axel look at her differently?
She approached and stopped in front of him. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
He stared down at her another moment, then placed his hands on her waist, jerked her against his body, and laid siege to her. His lips claimed her with a ferocity that should have frightened her, but all it did was melt her bones. Axel’s tongue darted into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. Amelia gave as well as she got, and before long, she was trying to tear his shirt from his body so she could have her wicked way with him.
Someone coughed next to them. “I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say we really don’t want to see Axel’s naked ass, so maybe the two of you should take this inside.”
Amelia pulled back and grinned at Crimson. “Yes, but it’s a rather fine ass.”
He shivered. “I didn’t need to hear that.”
She laughed and began leading Axel across the lot and into the clubhouse, not stopping until they reached his room and slammed the door shut. Despite the blood on her hands, she began stripping her clothes off, and when Axel didn’t move fast enough, she started tearing at his. When they were naked and panting, she slammed her mouth against his and tackled him to the bed.
Hands braced on his chest, she raised her hips and slid down over his length, taking him inside her. With a growl, Axel flipped them and she wrapped her
“I’m not your daughter. I will never be your daughter. My mother was right to leave you, and I’m only sorry she isn’t still alive to witness me ending your life.” With the knife held over her head, she fell to her knees and shoved it deeply into his chest. He gasped and choked, blood trickling out of his mouth. Hatred burned in his eyes, but Amelia stared him down, wanting to watch as the bastard took his last breath.
When her father lay still, she rose to her feet and faced Cabrera. “I’m not some meek, biddable, young woman. If you ever think of laying a hand on me, if you so much as think you’re going to come after me, I’ll flay the skin from your body, crucify you, then set your ass on fire. My home is here, with the M.C., and with my mate. I don’t care what my father promised you. It’s never going to happen.”
Cabrera smiled with a spark of amusement in his eyes. “You are fierce, little one, and would make the perfect mate for one such as me. But I have no desire to tame you. Now that you’ve taken your father out of the picture, my deal with the Black Death has also come to an end.” He reached out and curled her hair around his finger. “Pity. I looked forward to taking you to my bed.”
She hissed at him, a trait she’d picked up from Axel.
“But I do not wish to wake one morning with a knife in my heart, and I would always wonder if my food was poisoned. So you may keep your mate and your life here, and you needn’t worry that I’ll come for you.” Cabrera nodded to the M.C. at her back. “I believe it’s time I returned to Mexico.”
Amelia watched in disbelief as he strode back to his SUV, climbed inside, and drove away. “That’s it? He came all that way and now he’s tucking his tail and running?”
Crimson slapped her on the back. “Well, when you essentially cut off a man’s dick, it tends to make one think things over.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged off Crimson’s arm, turning to face her mate. She couldn’t read the expression in his eyes and it worried her. Yes, she’d kicked that slut’s ass what felt like a month ago, and yes, she’d delivered a little justice to the assholes who tried to take her captive again. But this? She’d killed her father in cold blood, and not in a nice way. Her hands were literally stained with blood now. Would Axel look at her differently?
She approached and stopped in front of him. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
He stared down at her another moment, then placed his hands on her waist, jerked her against his body, and laid siege to her. His lips claimed her with a ferocity that should have frightened her, but all it did was melt her bones. Axel’s tongue darted into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. Amelia gave as well as she got, and before long, she was trying to tear his shirt from his body so she could have her wicked way with him.
Someone coughed next to them. “I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say we really don’t want to see Axel’s naked ass, so maybe the two of you should take this inside.”
Amelia pulled back and grinned at Crimson. “Yes, but it’s a rather fine ass.”
He shivered. “I didn’t need to hear that.”
She laughed and began leading Axel across the lot and into the clubhouse, not stopping until they reached his room and slammed the door shut. Despite the blood on her hands, she began stripping her clothes off, and when Axel didn’t move fast enough, she started tearing at his. When they were naked and panting, she slammed her mouth against his and tackled him to the bed.
Hands braced on his chest, she raised her hips and slid down over his length, taking him inside her. With a growl, Axel flipped them and she wrapped her
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