MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

SERENITY

I get home that night before Jackson and Addison. I was hoping Jackson wouldn’t come home tonight, but he found me in the club earlier and apologized for the incident in the bathroom. Just thinking about it has my cheeks flushing. God, seeing him like that, watching him come with his eyes closed; his hard body tense. It was stunning. He was stunning. My pussy clenches, and I grit my teeth, hating that I want him so badly. I can’t escape it. Doesn’t matter what I do. It’s not going anywhere. And worse, Jackson hasn’t once mentioned the kiss, which kind of hurts.

I decide that while I’m here, I might as well try to make dinner, hoping it will take my mind off everything. I still feel like I’m putting them out, and guilt wracks me most days, so I try and do what I can. I hate what I’m doing, and I’m trying to figure out a way around it. I’ve thought about it, but I just can’t figure out how to bypass Hogan without him figuring it out. I just know I can’t keep telling him what’s really going on. How can I? These people have become my friends. They’ve made me feel a kind of warmth I’ve not felt before. How can I betray them? How can I be that person?

I head to the fridge, fumbling through until I find some chicken and vegetables. I find a knife and a chopping board, and begin dicing the chicken. A minute into my cutting, my phone begins to ring. I peer down at the screen, and see it’s Janine. Beaming, I pick it up and press it to my ear, using my shoulder to hold it so I can keep chopping.

“Hey you!”

“Why didn’t you tell me what he’s making you do?”

Shit.

“Janine...”

“He’s putting you in danger; he’s making you lie and risk being killed if you’re found out.”

“I had no choice, Janine.”

“There’s always a choice!” she cries.

“No, sometimes with Hogan, there isn’t.”

I’m not about to tell her he threatened her daughter. I can’t do that. She has no way to escape. It would cause an all-out war, and that wouldn’t help anyone.

“You could be killed!”

“They’re not like that,” I whisper.

“Oh my god, you like it there...”

“Janine,” I whisper. “Please. I know it doesn’t make sense, but these people, they’re different. They’re funny, and kind, and friendly. It’s not like Hogan’s club, it’s so different. I am struggling, because I don’t want to lie. They’ve been so good to me; they took me in and made me a home. They knew nothing about me, but they did it anyway.”

She sighs deeply. “You know I worry. This could go so wrong.”

“I know,” I say, weakly. “I just don’t know how to get out of it. If I don’t deliver to Hogan, he’ll do very bad things. If these guys found out what I’m doing, well, I lose them and they’re the first good things in my life for so long.”

“Have you ever thought of just lying to Hogan?”

I stop chopping and listen. “I don’t understand...he would know...”

“No, he wouldn’t. If you gave him the wrong information, you could send him away for a while; maybe give that club some warning.”

“They’ll likely kill me if they found out...”

“I thought you said they were different?”

I sigh. “They’re still a club, Janine. I’m still betraying them,” I say, shaking my head. “No, I can’t do it. I can’t let them know what I’m doing.”

“You have to think about what’s more important. You don’t tell Hogan the truth, and you tell it to them, you might find a way around it. You lie to them, and tell Hogan the truth, and he does damage. It’s all the talk around here; it’s how I found out where you were. I heard them talking. Honey, they’re not planning on making it a mild attack.”

I feel sick. I drop the knife and clutch my stomach. Her words are true, I know they are. Hogan is vile and will kill anyone in his path. Addison. Ciara. Muff. My stomach jerks violently.

“I know,” I whisper. “But what choice do I have?”

“There’s a choice, you have to decide if you’re going to make the right one.”

“I can’t go back there,” I whisper, feeling my eyes burn with unshed tears. “I can’t go back to that life.”

“No, but you can’t live with that club being slaughtered either.”

“Oh god.”

“Lie, honey. It’s not easy, but it’s the best option.”

“Do you have any idea when he plans to attack?”

She lowers her voice. “It won’t be for a few months, because he wants it to be precise. You have time.”

“I have to report to him in a few days.”

“Then lie, give him something that’s kind of true, but not quite.”

The front door opens, and I see Jackson step through. Feeling my body prickle with awareness, I whisper, “I have to go, I love you!”

I hang up before she can answer. Jackson appears at the kitchen counter, wearing old, faded denim jeans, a dark black top, and his leather jacket. His long hair is loose tonight and flowing around his shoulders. Every time he moves, I can smell the shampoo he used earlier. He has a few days stubble on his jaw. God, he’s beautiful.

“You cookin’?” he murmurs, staring at the food.

“I am, but if you don’t want me to...”

“All good,” he mutters, pretending nothing at all has happened between us.

I feel a pang of anger in my chest. Jackson kissed me, hell, I saw him giving himself pleasure, and the look he gave me after it told me it aroused him that I saw, and yet he’s refusing to speak about it, like it never happened. The tension between us is huge, and yet he wants no part in acting on it. I get it, I do, but he should have thought about it further before he came into my room and kissed me.

“Jackson, can we...”

“No.”

His word is hard, icy, and offers no argument.

I don’t care. I argue anyway.

“Are you seriously going to pretend nothing is going on here?” I cry.

He glares at me. “There’s nothing going on. I told you that.”

“Oh get your head out of your ass! There’s so much sexual tension in the air, I should just orgasm standing here.”

He raises a brow, before muttering, “I said we ain’t talkin’ about it.”

“You kissed me! Why did you do that if it wasn’t what you wanted?”

His eyes flare with anger. “It was a mistake. Whatever this is,” he says pointing between us, “Is just a silly infatuation.”

“Don’t speak to me like I’m a child,” I protest.

“You are a fuckin’ child!”

My eyes widen, and I know my expression changes to that of hurt, because he sighs deeply and runs his fingers through his hair. “Look, Serenity, I’m over ten years older than you, my daughter is only a few years younger. I’m too old. You’re too young. You can do better than an old man like me. I get it, ok? I get the tension is there, and I don’t fuckin’ know why it is. It can’t happen, you need to understand that. The kiss, it was a mistake.”

I’m hurt, his words crush me.

“Why would you do it then?” I rasp. “Why would you come into my room and kiss me if you didn’t want it? Why would you stare at me the way you do...”

My voice is breaking, and I hate that. His eyes soften, and his jaw tenses. “I don’t...I don’t know...”

Before I can say anything more, the front door swings open, and Addison comes skipping through it. Her dark hair bounces around her shoulders, and she’s got a huge grin on her face. I’m blinking back the burning tears under my eyelids, and I just want to get out of here. My body is tingling with shame. I feel like a stupid little girl with a crush that isn’t returned.

“Hey Serenity, you up for a party tonight? There’s loads of hot guys?!”

I stare at Jackson, and he narrows his eyes, like he’s challenging me. God damn him. That asshole. I lift my chin, and then turn to Addi and force a smile to my face. “You know what? I think that’s a great idea.”

“Great, come upstairs and we’ll get dressed together. I’ve got something you can wear,” she grins, before turning and rushing up the stairs.

I nod, and then turn and lift the cutting board, carrying it over to the bin and emptying everything into it. Then, I toss the knife into the sink and turn to Jackson. “You’ll have to order out.”

He grips my wrist, but I snatch it away. “Stop it,” he growls.

“Why? It shouldn’t bother you what I do. I’m just a stupid child with an infatuation, right?”

“Serenity!” he barks as I walk off toward the stairs.

Screw him.

Screw it all.

I don’t have time for games.

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