Hook (Brutal Chains MC #1)

Chapter 10

Ten

Bea

The world stops spinning.

I knew this would happen. I just didn't think it would happen tonight.

One second I was trying to calm myself after that kiss with Hook the next I'm looking over his shoulder at three of Lance's goons. They're here for me.

Hook turns to me and I see the intensity in his eyes. He means business. It's scary and if I didn't already know that he was here to help me I'd have taken off running in the opposite direction.

"Get in the office, lock the door and don't fucking come out." He orders me and I rush to do as he says. This isn't like what happened back at the warehouse. I know what the threat is here and I also know there's nothing I can do to help him. If these guys get through Hook there's nothing to stop them from taking me straight to Lance.

Sweat beads at my temples as I run into the office and lock the door. I stand back but there's a window that gives me a perfect view into the tow yard. I watch as Hook moves forward and the three men surround him. I can't tell what they are saying but it looks heated. Everyone has smiles on their faces but it's all a show. They are trying to get him off guard, trying to convince him that I'm not worth the trouble.

It's hard for me to convince myself that I'm not. I barged into Hook's life with a full suitcase of baggage. He doesn't deserve this.

I could end this right now but everything in me knows that Hook isn't going to just let them take me without a fight. He's too invested now. All I can do is get him some help.

My eyes scan the sparse office. I was already in here and know there's nothing in there I can use as a weapon. I have my small flip knife but that's not going to help in a gunfight.

My eyes land on the desk, and I see the phone there. I can't call the cops; I might get Hook in trouble, but maybe there's someone else at the compound who can lend him a hand. I saw how well Brick and the other man worked with him back at the warehouse. When I was inside the clubhouse, it looked like more people lived there. The garage was full when we rode in earlier. Maybe. Just maybe.

Taking my eyes off the scene playing out in the yard, I rush to the desk and pick up the phone. Thankfully, there's a speed dial marked BCMC. I'm assuming that's the right number. I press it and wait on pins and needles as the line rings.

"Hook, what the hell is going on, man? We all got a message from Brick earlier that we needed to get here. What happened?" A man with a gruff voice spoke the second he picked up the phone. It sounded like he had been smoking two packs of cigarettes a day for the last twenty years.

"Hello, Hook needs help. Can you help him?" I rush out, and it's only then that I notice how shaky my voice is.

"Who the hell is this, and how did you get into his office?" the man growls.

"I don't have time for all that. They're going to kill him! Please!" I beg the man, hoping that he figures out I'm not joking and that this is serious.

"What the fuck?" the man curses before he slams the phone down. The sudden silence, followed by the dial tone, causes my hands to shake. Do I call back? Did I do enough?

I see a light start to flash in the office; it's bright red, but there's no sound accompanying it. Did I set off some sort of alarm? I can hear my heart thundering in my ears as I take in huge lungfuls of air. Turning back to the window, I see the three men have closed in on Hook, and he's somehow managed to grab hold of a large chain. It looks like it's used for his tow jobs. It's a deadly weapon, but even I know it's no match against a bullet.

The smiles on their faces have all gone and I watch in horror as the man in the middle raises his gun and points it at Hook. I can't stand back and watch this. I rush to the door ready to throw myself into the line of fire.

My fingers shake as I reach out for the door knob. Before I can twist it, bright lights flood the tow yard, and I watch as four other men come out. All of them are armed and walking toward the confrontation.

I don't think I've ever felt joy like this. Each of the men, minus one, has a vest on like Hook wears. These are friends. The men here to get me start to back up, and I watch with intense glee as their faces begin to fall and their eyes dart from side to side.

Hook joins up with the rest of the men who just walked out, and now they're the ones closing in on the men in front of them. One of Lance's men, the one who looks the most freaked out by the entire altercation, lifts his weapon. I scream in shock as a shot rings out.

The situation goes from tense to atomic in a matter of seconds before both groups converge on each other. Hook swings his chain, catching the first of Lance's men across the face. Even from where I'm sitting in the office, I can see the blood splatter out of his mouth.

Hook doesn't let up, though; he jumps on the man and proceeds to beat on him with his fists. It's like watching a wild animal. My thighs clench hard as I watch the scene unfolding right here in front of me.

Why the hell is this turning me on? I never thought I was someone who would get off on violence, but something about Hook beating the shit out of this man has me ready to rush over to him and rip his clothes off. It's so primal, animalistic.

The rest of the MC has jumped into action as well, and they are beating on the other men. I don't hear any more gunshots going off, thankfully, but I still don't know if the first shot hit anyone. What if someone was hurt? What if I'm responsible for one of them losing their life? I'm not sure I'll be able to live with that.

In the scuffle, I watch two of the men Lance sent get up and run away. The one Hook has under him is barely moving.

"Stop him!" I say out loud, not sure if anyone out there can hear me. If they don't, Hook will kill that man.

Thankfully, I watch as the rest of the MC members rush over to Hook and grab for him, allowing the last of Lance's men to get away. A wave of relief washes over me as I see him running, or more like limping, out of the tow yard. At least I know he's still alive and Hook won't get into trouble.

Now that I know the danger has passed, I rush out of the office and into the light of the tow yard. All eyes turn in my direction, but no one says anything. I'm sure they are all wondering who the hell I am. So far, the only people that have seen me are the two who were with us at the warehouse.

"You must be the sweet thing that called us," a man speaks up, the same one with the smoker's voice.

"You must be the one who hung up on me," I reply, a bit of snark in my tone.

His eyebrows shoot up, and he chuckles at my attitude. I don't care if he doesn't like me. Right now, I need to check up on Hook. I push through the crowd and get to him. There's blood coming from a wound on his head, and his lip is busted.

"Oh God, you're hurt." I reach up to touch him, but he flinches away before I can, the chain he used as a weapon still draped over his shoulder clinks as he moves.

"I'm fine," he bites out.

Even though I can see he's standing on his own two feet, it hits me just how close this was. They could've shot him. He could be lying here dead right now, all because of me.

"No, I can't do this. I need to go to him," I whisper to myself, but Hook hears me. His eyes harden, and he steps out of the crowd, grabbing my hand and pulling me back into the office.

"What the hell did you just say?" he growls at me, and for the first time since I jumped out of the car when he first towed it here, I'm scared of him. The fight changed him. He's not the calm man I've grown used to. Hook is on edge, a darkness in his eyes that I know I should run away from.

"I said I should go back. I am going to go back. You're not going to get yourself killed for me, Hook." I stand my ground.

"Like hell you are." Hook snarls and grabs my hand again. This time when he pulls me it's not back toward the tow yard but through another door that leads to a work garage of sorts. There's tools and equipment all around. I can't believe I didn't find this before. I don't have time to look around. Hook is on a mission.

"Hook, you can't tell me what I'm going to do. Lance is dangerous. You've already seen he's willing to do whatever to get me. You don't owe me anything. I'm not going to keep risking your life, not for me." I continue but don't try to pull away from him. I'm fine going wherever he's trying to lead me. At least I thought I was until we stop in front of a long table with small hooks screwed into the wall behind it.

"I said you're not going." Hook snaps out again before he pushes me hard against the table and turns me around so I have to face him.

His eyes are crazed. This man is a killer. In all the time I've been around the bad elements of society, there are only a few people I've seen with that look in their eyes: Lance and now Hook. Still, I know I can't back down. If Hook sees even a small bit of hesitation, he'll try to talk me out of this. He'll get me to stay here and take on my fight as his own.

"What are you going to do to stop me?" I challenge him.

Hook reaches to the side of me and grabs a small remote I didn't see before. He presses a button, and a sliding door starts to descend.

"Yo! We going to talk about this shit or what?" One of the men out in the tow yard calls out as the door begins to close.

"I need to handle this first," Hook yells out just as the door closes us into the garage.

Suddenly, the lights dim as I'm locked in the small space with him. The smell of oil and metal is nearly overwhelming, but it's topped off by Hook's musk. I want to lean into him, want to roll around in his scent like my favorite perfume.

My adrenaline is still pumping hard from what I'd just witnessed, and as hard as I'm trying to keep my wits, it's getting more and more difficult.

"I'll keep you tied up in here like a kitten if you say that shit again." Hook leans forward, placing his hands on either side of me so I'm trapped between him and the table behind me.

" Run! " my inner voice screams at me, but I don't move. I don't even breathe as he dips his head and runs the very tip of his nose along the edge of my jaw.

"I told you earlier that I wasn't a good man. I meant every word of it, Bea. When you came here looking for help, you made a deal with a monster. I don't care who the hell is after you or what they're going to do; I'm a man of my word," he whispers, and I feel my body shudder.

I'm losing the fight. I want to give in.

"You have to let me go, Hook. Lance isn't going to stop. In fact, after this, I'm sure he's just going to get more pissed off." I do my best to voice some logic, but my words don't come out sure.

"I don't care." He growls and dips his head further until his face is nearly buried in my neck. I gasp when I feel him inhale deeply and press me even harder against the table. My body hurts both from the force of him pressing himself against me and the way he slammed me against the hard wood behind me.

"You should—" I reply.

"The only thing I care about right now is that you're my responsibility. You're mine." His words strike a chord inside of me. A dangerous one. One that tells me to throw all caution to the wind and let this man take me like I know deep in my soul only he can.

"I'm not your resp-"

He cuts me off, his hand whipping up faster than I can process and wrapping around my neck. "Did you hear what I said, Bea. You're mine."

"I'm leaving." I whisper hoarsely.

"Not until I've had my way with you. Not until this is over. Maybe not ever." He tilts his head mirroring the motion with his hands so my head tilts right along with his.

"Am I your prisoner?" I raise a brow, still testing his resolve.

"Until I know you're going to act right." Hook says it like he's telling me the weather instead of just informing me that I've become his captive.

"You're crazy." I snap at him and lift my hand to smack his face. The first one connects but he barely flinches. I pull my hand back to do it again but this time he catches my wrist and lifts it over my head. Using his body to keep me stuck between him and the table behind me he grabs my other hand and presses it together in the one hand he's got my other wrist.

My eyes never leave his as I watch him use his now-free hand to grab the chain he has draped over his shoulder. He doesn't ask me anything. Doesn't say anything. It's all instinct right now.

I should fight harder. If I wanted to, I could pull my hands away from him, but something inside me knows that even if I manage to get him to let me go from here, he's not going to stop coming for me.

He is just like Lance; the only difference right now is Lance is trying to kill me, and Hook is trying to claim me.

I feel Hook wrap the chain around my wrist and tie it off with something hanging from one of the hooks above my head. I don't know how he did it all with one hand, but one second I'm able to move my wrist around, and the next second I'm tied up tight.

"You broke something inside of me. Broke it wide open, and now this is all I can do to soothe the pain," Hook whispered as he reached over to another chain and started to pull.

I gasp and look around, and it's only in this second that I realize that I'm hooked up to some sort of lift. My legs stretch little by little as I fight to keep my feet on the ground. It doesn't take long before I'm up on my tiptoes.

"I didn't break anything. You were already broken," I retort, only to make him smile.

How the hell do I keep attracting these crazy people? Maybe there's something wrong with me.

“That’s probably true, but right now, you're going to have to pay for what you've done to me. Pay for how I feel right now. Are you sure you want it?"

I'm not positive I know what he's asking me. He could be telling me he's about to kill me right now, but I know I trust him. Trust him to do what's right by me. It's a far cry from how I ever felt about Lance.

My mind flashes back to the kiss we shared before all this happened tonight and how good just his lips made me feel. If he was able to give me that amount of pleasure from just his mouth on mine, I can only imagine what I'll get if I give my body to him. At least that's what I think he's asking me for.

"I'm sure," I hear myself answer, and Hook growls deep in his chest. It's so deep and strong I can feel it in my body since he's so close.

"I've wanted a taste of you from the very first minute I met you. I don't want to have to worry about you running away from me." He grabs hold of my pants and yanks hard. The button on my jeans pops, and he lets the zipper down.

My breath is coming in quick pants as I struggle to keep my tiptoes on the ground. Every last nerve in my body is firing and burning through me like I'm on fire.

The way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, the way he protects me—all mixed in with seeing him almost give his life for me—has turned me into a needy mess. I'm sure if he touched me just the right way, I'd come right here on the spot. His fingers trail along the inside of my pants, right above my mound. Just a few inches from where I need him to be.

"Hook..." I whimper, and he smirks but doesn't stop the sweet torture he's putting me through. Instead of going further down where I want him, he lets his fingers trail up my stomach along the hem of my shirt.

His calloused fingers are a stark contrast against the smooth skin of my stomach. He bunches up the edge of my shirt, pulling it up more and more until it's nothing more than a wad of rolled-up fabric, and he pushes it up until it's around my shoulders and mouth.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart." He orders.

My tongue is so dry from panting that it takes me a second to do what he asks. When I do he pushes the fabric of my t-shirt into my open mouth. I bite down on it, thankful for something to do to stop the tremors that are rolling through my body.

"So fucking sexy... Going to ruin everything... I want it all." He whispers as his hands continue to roam over my body. He's no longer talking to me. He's talking to the beast inside of him.

I shouldn't feel proud that I got Hook to this point. The point where not even common sense is getting through to him but it feels powerful in a way I've never felt before.

Even tied up like this, completely at his mercy I feel more in control then I've ever felt with Lance.

His eyes pop back up to mine and I swear they look even more crazed than before.

"Fuck," he growls and lunges forward. He grabs hold of my face and licks up the side above where my shirt is. My mind goes blank, and I blink a few times as I try to process what's going on.

"I want to fucking devour you," he snarls before he grabs hold of my pants again and yanks them down with such force it feels like he's ripped off some of my skin in the process.

He licked me like he was a fucking animal.

It's strange.

Kinky.

He's driving me wild.

My feet kick forward as I fight once again to maintain my balance, but Hook has no intention of letting me get ready. He grabs my legs and lifts me up as if I weigh absolutely nothing.

My panties are still on as he settles my thighs on his shoulders and leans forward. I don't even have time to feel any shame as he presses his nose against my core and nuzzles and smells me through my panties.

"Damn it," he snarls again, and this time he lifts his hand to my plain cotton underwear, ripping them off in one swoop.

I gasp loudly, but the gag in my mouth stops the sound from coming out.

I should be embarrassed by how wet I am. Liquid drips from my slit, and I swear I hear it fall to the ground beneath us. Hook takes a few steps back, making sure to keep my thighs on his shoulders. My back stretches out straight, my wrists still chained up tightly.

I'm completely at his mercy.

An explosion of intense pleasure shoots through me as I feel the first swipe of his tongue against my folds.

Every muscle in my body shakes as he licks and sucks at me.

"Mmm.." I moan loudly even through the gag.

I can feel the pressure building at an alarming pace. Nothing I've ever done has been this intense.

My body fights against what I know is about to come not because I don't want it but simply because I want to make this last. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to feel something like this again. This is going to be a once in a lifetime orgasm. I know it.

Hook holds my thighs tightly even as I try to kick and roll around. It's so intense. So unique. Earth shattering.

It feels like my entire soul is ripped out of my body as Hook licks the right spot one final time. Giving me just the right speed and the perfect amount of pressure to have me exploding with my release.

I scream loud, no words, just a feral wild sound as I come.

I'm not sure if my orgasm lasts an hour or a second but I know when I feel my body finally coming down from the most amazing orgasm I've ever had Hook is letting my limp legs fall from his shoulders.

My muscles are like jello. I couldn't stand right now if I wanted to.

He doesn't wipe my glistening come off his mouth, instead he pulls my shirt from mine and slams his lips against mine. I kiss back tasting myself on his tongue and it revs me up again. This man is going to kill me with pleasure.

Hook stares at me for a second and I see the gears turning in his head. He's probably trying to figure out what to say to excuse his behavior. Trying to figure out if I'm scared and wanting to run after how rough he just was with me.

I told him before that I wasn't scared and I intend to prove it.

"You're not done with me." I croak, my throat sore from all the screaming I'd just done.

The light flashes in his eyes and his lips tip up into a sinister grin.

"Not in the least."