Savage: Iron Dragons MC (22 page)

“Don’t you have faith?”

“Believing has never been part of my DNA,” Keith replied. “You’re right, Kristina, I do care about you, but I was clear from the start. I don’t want a relationship with you… or anyone. I want to ride, I want to drink, and I want to fuck without strings or attachments or names. That’s my code now…and there’s no room for you in it. After this battle is over, you will be safe and you can get on with your life. Until then, I’ll have Tucker watch over you.”

“You’re not going to do it anymore?” Kristina asked.

“I think it’s best we end this now,” Keith said. “We’ve already taken it too far.”

Kristina stared at him for a long while. “I want one thing from you before I leave.”

“What is it?”

“Promise me that whatever it is, you will do it without argument.”

Keith hesitated, but then he nodded in agreement. “Tell me.”

“Since Tucker will be my guardian angel from now on I won’t be seeing you after this, will I?”

“Probably not,” Keith said.

“Fine, then I don’t want any goodbyes or farewells. I don’t want empty words. I want something real before I walk out of here, something that can’t be faked.”

Keith frowned. “What do you want?”

“I want you,” Kristina said, and for the first time since they had begun this conversation, her voice shook slightly. “I want you to fuck me one more time before I leave. I want you to give me that one thing at least so that I can take it with me through the rest of my life. I don’t want words. I want you to fuck me goodbye.”

Keith felt every nerve in his body come alive suddenly. It was almost as if he could feel everything. “That I can do,” he said at last.

Kristina

Kristina didn’t know what had made her speak out so boldly. She didn’t know what had possessed her to be so honest, to be so completely uncaring of everything and anything, but once she had spoken all sense of embarrassment or shame left her. It was as though she had released herself from every feeling that could possibly make her shy or hesitant.

“I can’t,” Keith’s words resonated in her ears and made the choice final.

Kristina knew that once she was back in the privacy of her own bedroom she would feel the sting of his words. She would feel the black heat of rejection, and it would hurt her more deeply than any rejection that had come before. But in that moment, she was immune to it, and she knew she had to capitalize on that immunity.

“Why?”

“I can’t get into it.”

“I deserve an explanation,” Kristina demanded. She deserved at least that.

“Natalie,” was all he said.

Kristina already knew this. She had known it the minute she had seen that tattoo ingrained on his skin. For all Keith’s body art, the one thing that was most clearly written all over him was loss. “Yes,” Kristina replied. “You lost her.”

“I lost her to Kovic,” Keith said in a deadpan voice. “In a gang war much like this one. I won’t go through that again.”

“What makes you think you will?”

“Experience,” Keith said in a tone that suggested he was done talking.

She could see it in Keith’s eyes. She knew he would not bend for her, the pull of his past was too strong, and it was keeping him from admitting what he really wanted. Kristina had never trusted her instincts more and her instincts told her that he did want her. He wanted more than just the carnal pleasures of her body, but he was too mired down in guilt and fear to admit to it. That was the reason she knew she could ask for that one parting gift before she left, and he would not refuse her.

Kristina didn’t know why she wanted this so much; it was a purely visceral urge. She felt the need in her bones, and it wasn’t just tied to bodily desires. A part of her wanted to steal something, anything she could before she left. Because Kristina had realized something profound in the last few days, and it had only formed a coherent thought while she was standing in front of Keith. This wasn’t a phase. She was not living out some misplaced fantasy that she would turn from one day. This was for real, her feelings for Keith were concrete, and even if she were forced to walk away from him, those feelings would not fade easily.

“… I want you to fuck me goodbye,” Kristina said, in the simplest way she could.

Keith looked at her with intensity for a moment, and she wondered if he had understood her request. “That I can do,” he said finally, and he approached her with single-minded ferocity.

He grabbed her around the hips and hiked her up around his waist so that he was carrying her effortlessly. His lips were on her neck, and Kristina could feel her eyes close in response as she left her body take control.

Kristina gasped as she was pushed down onto Keith’s small, hard bed. She didn’t struggle or move, as he ripped the clothes off her and came down on her as though he were a starving man who had just been offered salvation. Kristina grabbed his hair, as he travelled downwards between her legs and settled there, forcing them apart at the same time. Instantly she felt his tongue explore her, and in one delirious moment of ecstasy, Kristina could feel him all the way inside her, in a place that she didn’t even know existed.

Kristina was writhing against the mattress, unwilling to detach from the moment when Keith’s face rose to meet hers. He kissed her long and hard and Kristina could taste herself on his tongue. She felt a thrill of excitement race down her spine as she grabbed Keith and rolled on top of him. Slowly, she slipped down and freed him from his trousers. His cock was rock hard and standing at attention. She traced her fingers along the length of him, and she felt him shudder underneath her touch.

Without building up to it, Kristina took his cock in her mouth and sucked down deep. She felt the convulsions of Keith’s body, having been unprepared for the sensations that coursed through him. She moved up and down, sucking him deep before finally releasing to allow her time to breath.

“Fuck,” Kristina heard Keith say with his eyes closed and his hand on her head. “Fuck.”

She ignored him and continued sucking on him until the heat between her legs became unbearable. Then she sidled upwards and slipped him inside her. His cock felt amazing inside her, as though she had found that last little piece of a jigsaw that fit perfectly. She moved back and forth and then up and down, trying to memorize each sensation so that she would never forget it later on.

Keith’s hands roamed her body as she rode him. His eyes were open, and they were fixed on her face, as though he, too, were trying to memorize something. Kristina did not allow herself to be sad in that moment. All she wanted to feel was the pleasure of their joining, so that later when she looked back on this memory, it wouldn’t be tainted by the goodbye that was in the air.

Keith reached up and pulled Kristina towards him. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and his breath was hot against her cheek. She felt him move more forcefully inside her until she couldn’t bring herself to move at all. He grabbed her, and they rolled again so that this time, Keith was the one on top. He took one of her legs and hiked it over his shoulder, as he continued to pummel into her as though he were searching for something.

The climax was building, but Kristina kept pushing it back, struggling against it, and hoping that it would last just a little longer. She didn’t want to let go, not now, not yet. Keith’s breath was hot and heavy and it created a melody when it mixed with hers. She could hear the sad, strange beat of music in the air, but she knew there was none. Kristina could only grab ahold of him, close her eyes, and lose herself to the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her with increasing urgency.

They came together, so deeply entwined that Kristina had a hard time distinguishing her limbs from Keith’s.  For just a second, in the warm heat of the aftermath, they were one fused person and there was nothing that separated them. Kristina clung to Keith for a second longer than she should have and then she released. Immediately, the air rushed to greet her naked body and she felt cold and vulnerable. She pushed aside the feeling and got dressed without looking at Keith.

“Stay,” he said quietly.

“What?” Kristina asked, turning to face him.

“Stay for a while longer,” Keith said. “And then I’ll take you home.”

“And tomorrow?” Kristina asked.

“And tomorrow… Tucker will be waiting for you.”

Kristina knew she shouldn’t have expected anything different. She wanted to turn him down; she wanted to tell him that the thing she desired least in the world right now was to have him take her back home. She said none of this however; she only nodded and settled into the bed next to him. They were inches apart but neither one reached for the other. Kristina could feel the divide already, and the magic of intimacy earlier had already evaporated.

Kristina waited till Keith’s eyes were shut and his breathing was coming in the low, shallow calm of sleep before she rose from the bed for the second time that night. She grabbed her bag and tiptoed out of the room, hoping that she wouldn’t be caught sneaking out. Once she had shut the door behind her, she hurried down the stairs and into the cold night air.

She had just turned the corner at the end of the street when she noticed a shadow over her left shoulder. She felt her insides grow cold, and she froze in place as terror gripped her heart. Again it was instinct, because she knew, she
knew
that she had been found.

“Hello, doll,” his voice was thick with contempt, but there was an undercurrent of satisfaction there. It spoke of victory. He came up around Kristina and the streetlights fell onto his face.

“Who are you?” Kristina asked.

He was incredibly tall and incredibly frightening to look at. His eyes were hooded in black pools, and they set a sharp contrast against the white blonde of his long hair. He smiled slowly, exposing his canines and causing goosebumps to erupt on Kristina’s skin.

“My name is Anton… Anton Kovic,” he said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Kristina felt the scream at the back of her throat, but before she could release it, he was on her. His hand fell over her mouth, and she was incapable of making a sound. He was whispering things in her ear, but Kristina could feel nothing but the sound of her fear.

“Keith,” Kristina tried to shout as she struggled against Kovic. “Keith!”

Then her world went dark…and her consciousness fell into blackness.

Keith

For just a moment after he woke up, Keith believed that Kristina was still there, lying next to him. His eyes were still closed, but his hands reached for her, and for a moment, he could almost feel the curve of her body, nestled in close next to his. He could feel the heat coming off her, the intimacy that cocooned him, and the smell of sex that still lingered in the air.

When he finally opened his eyes, the feeling dissolved, and he found himself staring at empty sheets. There was no one but him in the little apartment, and it felt oddly unfamiliar to him, as though Kristina had taken all the comfort from it when she had left. He rose quickly and grabbed his phone. He listened to the dial tone, hoping he hadn’t caught her during a class or a lecture. After a few moments, he got her voice mail.

“This is Kristina Reilly.” Kristina’s voice was clear and crisp. “Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Keith waited for the obligatory beep before he could speak. “Kristina,” he started uncertainly, wondering if he was crossing a line by calling at all. They had made it clear the night before that they wouldn’t be seeing much of each other. “I was planning to drop you back at campus,” he continued. “I just want to make sure you got there ok. Call me when you get this.”

He hung up and stared at his phone for a while. He had a strange feeling in his gut, one that just preceded panic. “Stop it,” Keith said to himself. “You’re being paranoid.”

He dressed quickly and rode down to Lee and Seton, where most of the boys had gathered already. “Tucker,” Keith called. “I need a word.”

Tucker walked over with his usual carefree strut. “Yeah, man,” he said. “What’s up?”

“I need a favor.”

“Course,” Tucker nodded good-naturedly. “Tell me.”

“I need you to watch Kristina until this whole thing blows over,” Keith said with some difficulty.

Tucker frowned. “I thought you were doing that?”

“I… was,” Keith nodded. “But I’m not anymore.”

Tucker looked at him curiously for a moment and then realization dawned. “Oh… ok man,” he nodded. “I’ll look out for her for you.”

“Thanks, Tucker,” Keith replied gratefully. “It’s nine-twenty now, so she’ll be at a class. But she should be done by eleven o’clock. Carlton Campus, the Joseph Henley Building. If you get lost, ask someone and they’ll point you in the right direction.”

“Carlton Campus, Joseph Henley Building,” Tucker repeated. “Got it; I’ll leave at quarter to eleven.”

Keith nodded and moved into the auto shop to look for Miles. He was in his office, behind the desk. Keith could tell immediately that he was stressed out about something. He walked in and closed the door behind him. “Any news?” Keith asked.

Miles barely looked up. “The Chains hit another charter,” Miles replied. “Last night.”

“How bad is it?”

“Bad,” Miles replied. “Two more of our suppliers have backed out.”

Keith leaned in. “Are you serious?”

“Apparently they have more to fear from the Chains than they do from us.”

“Whatever happened to loyalty?” Keith hissed. “We’ve been doing business with them for years.”

“The Chains don’t fuck around,” Miles said, shaking his head. “Cordon’s house was set on fire last night.”

Keith looked up abruptly. “They set his house on fire?”

“His wife and kid were inside,” Miles replied.

“Are they—?”

“They got out in time,” Miles said. “But the threat is real now. No one wants to cross the Chains.”

“We do,” Keith reminded him.

“But we won’t have any help,” Miles said. He looked like he had aged ten years in the last few days. His face was drawn, his eyes had sunk into the sockets, and he was looking pale and gaunt. “And I don’t know if we can do this alone.”

“Fuck that!” Keith hissed. “We are the Iron Dragons. We don’t have backup, but who cares. We can do this shit alone.”

“The Chains have doubled in number since the last time we dealt with them,” Miles pointed out. “Not to mention they have contacts in all the illegal businesses they run. They have a number of things at their disposal… that we can’t hope to match.”

“You sound defeated,” Keith said immediately, looking closer at Miles’s face. “This is not over Miles.”

Suddenly, Miles slapped his palms against his desk and rose. “I have a fucking family now,” he said in a voice that was far louder than the one that Keith had grown used to hearing. “I have a
child
. This shit is getting old.”

“What are you saying?” Keith asked, sensing an undercurrent to Miles’s words.

“I’m saying… dad was right. This life is not the be all and end all of our existence.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Keith demanded. “Ezekiel loved this life. He’s the one who taught us everything.”

Miles shook his head. “You think because my father took you in and taught you, you know everything about him? He lost my mother to this life. He lost any chance of a happily ever after because of it. Do you know what he told me before he died?”

Keith stood silently, staring at Miles. “No,” he said softly. “I wasn’t there.”

“He told me never to forget my priorities. He told me that if the day came when I had to choose between this club and my family, I shouldn’t even hesitate,” Miles said softly. “‘The club will never fill that hole in your life, Miles.’ That was what he said to me just before he died.”

“He’s the one who encouraged us to continue to run club,” Keith pointed out. “He’s the one who gave us his blessing for Lee and Seton.”

“He did,” Miles nodded. “And he meant it, but he didn’t want it to be our whole lives, Keith. He never meant for us to give everything we had to this club and leave nothing for ourselves. Don’t you want something that is just yours?”

“I had something that was mine,” Keith reminded him. “And it was taken from me…by Anton Kovic. So if you’re trying to tell me to put all that behind me and forget the past, then you’re sadly mistaken. I will never forget, and I will never forgive.”

“I’m not saying that,” Miles said shaking his head. “I’m just… sick of the fighting.”

“Tough,” Keith hissed. “This is part of the deal, Miles. This is the life you chose, and you’re going to have to see it through now.”

“I know that,” Miles said, biting back with fire. “I know that. All I’m saying is that we have to be smart about how we fight back. We don’t have the same strength or the same connections that Kovic has. We need to think outside the box if we want to beat him.”

Keith nodded. “I don’t care how we beat him… just as long as we do.”

Miles and Keith stared at each other, and Keith could feel the tension build in the room, as the stress started consuming them both. It was Keith who blinked first and turned down his gaze. “I need to call Kristina,” he said at last as he left Miles and made his way outside.

Again he dialed Kristina’s number and prayed that she would pick up. “Come on,” he said to no one in particular. “Come on… pick up.”

There was a click on the other side and Keith heard breathing. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Kristina…”

“This isn’t Kristina,” a deep male voice replied from the other end. Keith froze, as his brain tried to place the voice he was hearing while simultaneously keeping his panic in check. He would need all his faculties to deal with this.

“Kovic?” he said at last.

There was a sinister chuckle on the other line. “I can understand your infatuation with this little spitfire here. She’s got a nice rack on her... and the other parts are not bad either.”

“You motherfucker!” Keith exploded.

“Tsk, tsk,” Kovic’s voice cut through Keith’s rage. “Getting angry now is not going to do your little daisy any favors here, Keith. I suggest you calm down and listen politely… or else Kristina here is going to have to experience some very… unpleasant things.”

Keith felt fear course through his body as he was forced into silence. “Fine,” he said, breathing heavily, as he felt the blood drain from his face. He noticed that Miles was staring at him with concern through his office, but he ignored his questioning gaze and focused on Kovic’s voice. “Fine,” he said again. “I’m calm.”

“Wow,” Kovic said. “That was easy. I should have realized that the only way to train a rabid dog was to get his bitch.”

“Don’t you dare hurt her,” Keith hissed, making sure to keep his tone level.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, asshole,” Kovic continued pleasantly. “I am the one who has your little bitch.”

“What do you want?” Keith asked desperately.

“I told you what I wanted,” Kovic hissed. “But you walked away from me. Now you’re gonna find out what happens when you deny me.”

“I can make it happen,” Keith said desperately, without even thinking about the words that were escaping him. “You want our charters… you can have them.”

“Have them?” Kovic replied sounding interested. “I can have them?”

“Yes.”

He laughed cruelly. “I’ve already
taken
them, and I’ll take what’s remaining, too. I don’t need anything from you anymore, Keith, which was a big mistake on your part, considering you have nothing to bargain with. Are you catching my drift?”

“She’s done nothing,” Keith said, feeling the shudder in his voice. “She’s an innocent in all of this. She has nothing to do with this… any of this.”

“Oh, I know that,” Kovic replied conversationally. “Of course I know that. But this has nothing to do with her. This has everything to do with you.”

“This is just about revenge for you?”

“It’s only ever been about revenge for me,” Kovic hissed. “You never took me seriously did you, Keith? You thought I was some sort of joke.”

“You were,” Keith said before he could stop himself. “You still are.”

“You’re going to pay for that opinion,” Kovic said, his tone going dark with bitterness. “And once I’m done… you’re never going to cross me again.”

“Kovic—”

“There’s someone here who wants to speak to you,” Kovic interrupted.

There was some static on the other end, and then he heard panicked breathing that he recognized instantly. “Keith,” Kristina’s voice was wrought with fear. “Keith!”

“Kristina,” Keith said hurriedly, every question on his mind tripping over one another in an effort to be answered. “Are you ok? Has he hurt you? Where are you?”

“Keith, I… I don’t know where we are… Keith!” she shouted, as the phone was wrestled away from her and he could hear Kovic’s measured breathing again.

“No,” Keith hissed, his hand was tight around the phone. “No!”

“Heard her precious voice did you, Keith?” Kovic asked quietly. “Well, listen to me carefully because I’m going to make you a promise. I promise that in three days’ time you will be reunited with your sweet love. I will drop her off for you. Those beautiful blue eyes of hers will be wide open and unblinking, her face will be contorted in one fixed expression, and her body will be twisted and mangled and scarred.

“At first you might not even recognize her. You might think it’s someone else, but you won’t be able to deny who it is once you’ve looked into those eyes. You can undress her then and take a look at her body and when you do, you can imagine all the things I did to her. You can imagine the reason behind every single scar and burn and bruise on her body. And while you’re looking at the artwork I’ve created, remember that it was for you. Every single mark on her body was for you. Every single scar and bruise, all the pain she endured… was for you.”