All the brothers laughed, causing the women’s heads to turn our way. I just rolled my eyes, taking a long drag off my smoke.
When we rode back to the clubhouse, I felt Lillian wrap her arms around me a bit tighter this time. I couldn’t help but smile feeling her tits press up against my back.
I planted my feet down in the clubhouse lot and Lillian climbed off before I did. I was surprised when she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. “Thank you, Wez. I think that was the most fun thing I’ve ever done!”
I put my hands on her small waist and smelled her perfume again. I hoped she ignored the hard bulge in my jeans. Then I looked down into her eyes. Damn. I didn’t want to let go. But she pulled away first and her face turned a shade of pink.
I cleared my throat. “You’re a natural, but since this was your first time on a bike, I went easy and wanted you to enjoy the ride.”
“Well, I guess I’m going home now. I don’t want to start drinking and end up like I did the last time.”
Lillian ran over to Kat and hugged her, then left. The party was just getting started as we twisted caps off beers and poured some shots in the clubhouse.
“Thanks for taking Lillian on the ride, Wez,” Kat said to me. “She asked me what it feels like to ride on a motorcycle, so I invited her out with us today. There used to always be this stepsister competition thing between us. I know it’s because her mother, Denise, hates my mother because she married her ex-husband—Lillian’s father. But Lillian is trying her best now to reconcile and we’ve actually grown a little closer.”
Listening to Kat helped me see Lillian in a different light. I knew how much of a bitch Denise was and understood why Lillian gave off that snobby attitude. “She was quiet as a mouse during the whole ride. I kept waiting for her to say something just to pick a fight.”
“I don’t think she has any real friends, thanks to her mother. Lillian confided in me the other day about this guy she dated a few times last month. His name is Raymond...I can’t remember his last name. She didn’t go into any detail, only that the guy weirded her out and made her anxious—like she’s afraid of him. Her mother pretty much bullied her into going out with this guy.”
“Did he hurt her? Threaten her?” An image of some man even touching Lillian made my temples throb.
“Lillian didn’t tell me. But this guy sounds like an asshole. I’m worried about her.”
“Get me his last name. I’ll ask Spider to get some intel on him.”
Kat hugged me. “Thanks, Wez. I knew I could count on you.”
CHAPTER 6LILLIAN
It was midnight when Ray sent me the pictures of me passed out and naked on my bed.
Then he called. “You will regret this, Lillian.”
“Don’t talk to me, don’t call me, don’t text me! Just leave me the fuck alone!” I shouted to Ray through my phone and hung up on him. I scrolled through my contact list and blocked his number.
My heart raced, and I felt a flush of heat spread through my chest.
Anxiety attack.
Ray was relentless and I was terrified of him now.
I called Kat and told her what Ray had done.
“You need to go to the police, Lillian. You’re not safe!” she said over the phone.
The acrylic cracked as I bit down on my thumbnail. I didn’t want the fake nails anymore. “He has pictures of me, Kat.”
“Pictures? What kind?” A moment of silence passed on the phone. “Lillian! Oh my God!”
“But I was passed out. He must’ve put something in my drink when he came over with the wine and dinner. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.”
“I’ll talk to Noah. The Chaos Kings are good men and they’re very protective of their tribe. All the women in the Coven like you too. It’ll be okay, sis.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “Thank you, Kat. You don’t know how much that means to me.”
***
Later that day, I had an open house for a client of mine who put their house on the market for $600,000. I was exhausted. I couldn’t sleep after I spoke with Kat, but I had to be at the open house since I was getting a huge commission from the sale of this house. I handed out my business cards, flashing my smile at the people who came. By 4:00 p.m., things died down. I walked through all the rooms before I locked up the house and gathered the pamphlets on a side table in the living room, when Ray suddenly appeared. I dropped the pamphlets and they scattered on the hardwood floor. He sauntered in through the front door dressed in a suit with a smug look on his face.
I carried pepper spray in my purse, which sat on the counter in the hallway, too far out of reach.
My adrenaline kicked in and I squared my shoulders, looking directly into Ray’s eyes. “Get. The. Fuck. Out, or I’ll call the police!”
I stepped back as he came toward me. He cocked his head. “You’ll do no such thing, you spoiled, stuck up little brat! I called your mother and told her how rude you were to me last night. She told me you’d be here today and hopes you’ll apologize to me.”
I stared at my purse. It was so far away. My heart pounded in my chest.
He grabbed my arms, jerking me hard against him, pressing me against the hard bulge in his pants. Terror gripped me and I lashed out, slapping him across the face.
He let me go and stepped back, with shock. “You like it rough, huh? You stuck up little whore!”
He came at me again, this time twisting behind my back. I kicked, struggling against
