Alicia’s Vengeance by Lila Fox
Chapter Twelve
Alicia lay against Stone’s chest and felt hollow, but she didn’t feel the overwhelming need to kill that woman or to hurt herself anymore.
Never in her life had she been such a violent person, and she didn’t want to be one now.
“Thank you,” she murmured. She felt him nuzzle the back of her head.
“I’m here, babe. Don’t forget that.”
She nodded.
“And I’m giving you my promise that the club will be eradicated. They should have died years ago.”
“Why are you waiting?”
“We want to get as many of them at one time as we can, so we have guys watching the club to see what their habits are and when most of them are there. We also want to make sure there are no innocents in the building.”
“Oh, God, when will we know? If they find someone, I want them out of there as soon as possible.”
“Me, too. Listen, let’s shower and go down. I’m hungry, and I want to know what’s going on with the woman.”
“I do, too.”
He pulled out of her ass, making her flinch.
“Sorry, babe.” He kissed her shoulder before standing.
He tugged his boxers on and handed her his shirt. “Wear this for now. We’ll come back after we shower.”
She nodded and dragged it on and then let him lead her to the bathroom closest to his room.
“I’m going to check in with Striker about a room with a bathroom in it.”
“That would be good.”
He grinned. “We’d have more privacy.” He locked the door behind them and stripped the t-shirt off her before starting the water. Then he pulled her in and shoved her under the water before it was hot.
She sputtered and tried to move out of the direct stream of cold water, making him laugh.
“You jerk.”
He stopped her when she reached for the shampoo. “I’m going to bathe you, Al.”
“Does that mean I get to do you, too?”
“Maybe another time. If you get your hands on me, I’m going to want another round of fucking, and we’ve already taken a lot of time.”
“Fine.” She groaned as his fingers sank into her hair and rubbed her scalp. “Damn, you’re good at this. Do you do this often?”
“What? Wash women’s hair?”
“Yeah.”
“Hell, no. Before Kristina, I don’t think I ever had a conversation with any of them. They were around for one thing, and that was to fuck.”
She stiffened. “Have you fucked the women here?”
He looked down at her and smirked. “What? Are you jealous?”
She used her fist and punched him in the gut, getting some satisfaction out of the way he grunted and then scowled.
“Jesus, woman.” He shook his head and grinned. “I’m not going to tell you because I’m afraid you’d hurt me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, wow. So, I’m guessing you’ve probably fucked all of them at least once.”
“You’d be wrong.”
“Okay, fine, don’t tell me. Just tell me if you’re clean because you didn’t use a condom.”
“It’s a little late, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Maybe. But I know I won’t let you touch me again until I know.”
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes, I got the implant about a year ago, and it will last for four years.”
“That’s good. What happens when you want to have babies?”
“They take it out. So you know, I’m clean. I haven’t been with a man in years.”
“Fuck, why not?” he asked.
“I’ve been busy.” Thought and memories of why she’d been busy brought her back to the present.
“Hey, don’t do that.” He gripped her head and tilted it back. “Stay with me.”
She sighed and nodded. “You never answered me.”
“Yes, I’m clean. I just got tested about three months ago and haven’t been with a woman since.”
“Why? The ones roaming around downstairs are pretty and have great bodies.”
He started to rinse her hair. “Because I don’t want my dick in something a hundred other guys have spunked in.”
She stared up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Jesus … could you be any more disgusting? For God’s sak—?”
He interrupted. “Let’s put in conditioner.”
“Fine.” She closed her eyes and let him pamper her. Even though she wanted to let her hands roam over him, she kept her hands on his hips. If she made a move, they wouldn’t make it downstairs any time soon.
She almost changed her mind when he washed her with a cloth, and he didn’t miss an inch of her body.
“God…”
He chuckled. “Just a little more. You can handle it.”
“I’ll pay you back, you know,” she said.
“I’m counting on it.”
She rolled her eyes and then watched as he quickly washed himself and then turned off the water.
He handed her a towel, which she used to dry her body, and wrapped it around her. Then he handed her another one to work on squeezing the water from her hair.
“Let’s get back to the room.”
She nodded and followed behind him, watching the muscles in his ass under the towel as he moved. Damn, he was hot.
“Holy shit, do I get some of that?”
Alicia turned when Stone did to face one of the men she hadn’t met.
She could feel the anger roll off of Stone. She needed to remind herself at times that this man was a brutal killer and not a sweet boyfriend like she’d had in the past.
“Go on to the room,” Stone said to her.
A shiver coursed down her spine at the hard, deadly look in his eyes.
“Just ignore him,” she said.
Stone turned her and smacked her ass. “Don’t question me. Now go.”
She walked into Stone’s room and kept the door cracked open a bit so she could hear.
“Let’s get something straight, Chains. This woman is off-limits to you and everyone else,” Stone murmured.
“For how long?” Chains asked.
“Jesus fucking Christ. It’s none of your fucking business.”
“It’s just—”
Alicia cringed when she heard a grunt and then something slam against the wall.
“Don’t push me on this, fucker.”
“Hey, man, I was just asking,” Chains said. “Is she staying?”
“Probably not, but until then, she’s mine.”
It felt like someone punched her in the stomach. It was ridiculous for her to have thought what they had would last. There was still a high probability of her dying, so it was stupid to make future plans or to think Stone wanted more than just an easy fuck.
She heard his footsteps, so she scrambled away from the door and rushed into the closet.
“Hey,” Stone said as he stepped in behind her. “Wear this.”
She tried to hide the shiver of apprehension and sorrow and act as normal as possible.
She was glad he didn’t look at her when he handed her another t-shirt because her outfit was sprayed with blood from stabbing the bitch, but she had to wear the jeans, socks, and underwear Kristina gave her.
“We’ll get you more clothes tomorrow.”
She wanted to say it was pointless if she wouldn’t be sticking around very long. “I don’t want you guys to go to my house. You know they’ll be watching it. If that whore came here, they know all about me.”
“We know. If anything, we’d send in a few guys at night to grab some things. Striker will tell us what he wants us to do.”
She wanted to question him about what happened in the hallway, but one look in his deadly cold eyes kept her from asking.
Alicia hoped she never pissed him off enough to have that look in his eyes. She never wanted him to look at her with anything other than affection, which might not be possible.
If by chance he did want her to stay, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to live in a place like the clubhouse. For one thing, there were so many people milling around, and they weren’t regular ordinary people. A fight could break out without provocation, or she’d see the whores and men go at it, fucking wherever they were and not caring about being seen.
She’d seen more men’s cocks in the last few days than in her lifetime. It was a whole different world.
A thought popped into her head. Did it really depend on if Stone even wanted her to stay? After the Black Demons were dead, and if she survived, she could try to go on with her life. Should she think about moving to Colorado as she and her sister planned?
These were questions she needed to think about.
