HIS: Book 1 in the HIS trilogy Page 14
Kane was backing up around the stage where Winifred was crying.
He held his hands up to show he was unarmed.
He was smiling.
Jaxxon was not.
Jaxxon came into the room a lethal looking gun in both hands held out before him.
He never said a word he just took in Winifred's almost completely naked body quaking as she cried on the stage and Kane's smiling face.
Dropping the gun Jaxxon moved with deadly intent towards Kane.
A small smile now forming across his own face.
Jaxxon moved with preditorial speed.
He reached Kane and with his right arm pulled back he sent a powerful punch right into Kane's stomach.
Kane bent over in pain.
Jaxxon brought his knee up to slam into Kane's stomach.
Kane reached down with both hands while still coughing to grab Jaxxon's knee successfully stopping the blow.
Jaxxon dropped his knee and swiftly delivered a over the top elbow to the back of Kane's head as he tried to rise up.
Kane fell flat to the floor
Jaxxon started kicking him in the ribs.
Kane's ribs broke under the force of those kicks.
Kane coughed up blood.
Jaxxon came down over Kane and grabbed a handful of his shirt.
Lifting Kane up he delivered sharp deadly punches to Kane's face.
He lost count of how many punches he had delivered when he let Kane fall limply to the floor.
Blood dripped from his knuckles and his face was speckled with droplets.
Turning back to Winifred he let his blood lust go and moved to her side.
Wiping his hands on his jeans before touching her he eased down beside her and gently touched her cheek.
He expected her to jump maybe flinch back he was not prepared for her to launch herself into his arms.
Losing his balance under her surprize attack he fell onto his back with her on top of him.
He didn't move he allowed her to have the moment.
After a minute or two had passed he gently grasped her arms and pushed her back.
"Sorry babe no matter how much I like you naked and on top of me I don't share well."
She didn't understand at first until he ripped his shirt over his head and placed it into her hands.
She quickly donned the shirt which seemed more like a mini dress on her and was ever so thankful when his men Slider included ran into the room seconds later.
Slider took her in and then averted his eyes to the half dead Kane on the floor to the left of them.
"Prez you need me to take out the trash?"
Jaxxon looked at Kane's limp unmoving body and for a second that hellfire returned to his eyes.
Winifred reached out and grabbed onto his hand because she didn't want to see that side of Jaxxon return.
No matter how grateful she was for that side of him she was also a little scared of that side as well.
She also really needed him to stay with her for the moment too her heart was still racing.
Feeling her hand on his and seeing the look of fear on her face caused that fire to leave his eyes.
"Yes do please take out the trash but keep him close by I have plans for him
Kane approached her with an evil glint in his eyes.
His hands reached for her hips.
He was obviously going for her panties when the door to the room flew open and Jaxxon came charging in.
Winifred felt her frail body relax for the first time since her kidnapping.
Sinking to the floor she covered her naked chest and began sobbing.
Kane was backing up around the stage where Winifred was crying.
He held his hands up to show he was unarmed.
He was smiling.
Jaxxon was not.
Jaxxon came into the room a lethal looking gun in both hands held out before him.
He never said a word he just took in Winifred's almost completely naked body quaking as she cried on the stage and Kane's smiling face.
Dropping the gun Jaxxon moved with deadly intent towards Kane.
A small smile now forming across his own face.
Jaxxon moved with preditorial speed.
He reached Kane and with his right arm pulled back he sent a powerful punch right into Kane's stomach.
Kane bent over in pain.
Jaxxon brought his knee up to slam into Kane's stomach.
Kane reached down with both hands while still coughing to grab Jaxxon's knee successfully stopping the blow.
Jaxxon dropped his knee and swiftly delivered a over the top elbow to the back of Kane's head as he tried to rise up.
Kane fell flat to the floor
Jaxxon started kicking him in the ribs.
Kane's ribs broke under the force of those kicks.
Kane coughed up blood.
Jaxxon came down over Kane and grabbed a handful of his shirt.
Lifting Kane up he delivered sharp deadly punches to Kane's face.
He lost count of how many punches he had delivered when he let Kane fall limply to the floor.
Blood dripped from his knuckles and his face was speckled with droplets.
Turning back to Winifred he let his blood lust go and moved to her side.
Wiping his hands on his jeans before touching her he eased down beside her and gently touched her cheek.
He expected her to jump maybe flinch back he was not prepared for her to launch herself into his arms.
Losing his balance under her surprize attack he fell onto his back with her on top of him.
He didn't move he allowed her to have the moment.
After a minute or two had passed he gently grasped her arms and pushed her back.
"Sorry babe no matter how much I like you naked and on top of me I don't share well."
She didn't understand at first until he ripped his shirt over his head and placed it into her hands.
She quickly donned the shirt which seemed more like a mini dress on her and was ever so thankful when his men Slider included ran into the room seconds later.
Slider took her in and then averted his eyes to the half dead Kane on the floor to the left of them.
"Prez you need me to take out the trash?"
Jaxxon looked at Kane's limp unmoving body and for a second that hellfire returned to his eyes.
Winifred reached out and grabbed onto his hand because she didn't want to see that side of Jaxxon return.
No matter how grateful she was for that side of him she was also a little scared of that side as well.
She also really needed him to stay with her for the moment too her heart was still racing.
Feeling her hand on his and seeing the look of fear on her face caused that fire to leave his eyes.
"Yes do please take out the trash but keep him close by I have plans for him
Chapter 19
Jaxxon's words sent a sliver of worry coursing through Winifred's veins.
What kind of secrets was he keeping.
Why after everything was it that he suddenly felt the need to tell her?
She knew he had his secrets and she was fine with not knowing most of them but this one he was making apparent was more clandestine than the rest.
He had also pointed out that even the members of his MC club, men who were like his brothers were unaware of this secret.
So what could it be?
Jaxxon took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak.
The door flew open.
It was an older man who looked familiar but she knew she had never met him.
"So this is the girl you are single handedly destroying my club for."
It must be Jaxxon's father.
"What the hell are you on about old man?" Jaxxon growled.
"You just severed the head off one of my biggest allies, you burned down half the revenue of another club causing a rift with the Cyclones and then you got your mother on my ass and that son is by
far the worst thing you could have ever done."
Coming into the room Jaxxon's father limped over to the bed and looked down upon Winifred.
"Look alive girl, I need to see if your worth the millions of dollars you just cost me?"
Jaxxon jumped up from his seat and pointed to the door before he yelled, "Leave."
Winifred was left open mouthed and gaping like a fish at the old man's harsh words.
There was a moment of silence before Jaxxon's father moved to the door; he turned back to Jaxxon and shook his head once as if he couldn't believe his son would do something like that for a woman like he was slightly ashamed his son was a decent human being.
Had Jaxxon really done all those things while searching for her?
Had he really been that worried?
Guess she was not going to make a good first impression on his father!
When his father left the room everything grew uncomfortably quite.
Unsure of what to say or how to respond to the new knowledge Winifred decided to lighten the mood with humor... too bad she sucked at humor.
"So your dad is kinda hott; guess I now know where you get your looks at now."
Jaxxon cut his eyes in her direction not a smile in sight.
"He is my DNA and my birth father but we couldn't be less alike."
"Sorry." Winifred mumbled.
"Don't worry about it I am just sleep deprived and in sour humor right as of now."
"Your accent must make it hard to be a tough biker; you know with how it changes with your moods."
He pretended to glare at her.
He even flared his nose and cocked his right eyebrow for effect.
The ended up laughing about it.
"So where did your accent come from its obviously not a native Alabama dialect?"
He grimaced.
"My mother is not from here and long story short she met my father while on sabbatical."
Winifred processed this information.
"So where were you raised?"
"I was raised on a island off the coast of Australia."
Winifred was shocked, Australia was not what she expected.
"Look get some rest baby; I have to handle my father before he decides he can't trust me being in control anymore."
Standing he leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead before he moved down to kiss her lips softly.
He dragged his bottom lip across hers sending shivers down her body.
When he left the room grew uncomfortably silent and seemed to almost draw in on itself.
Flashbacks of her capture and containment came rushing forward in her mind.
The room was no longer a safe place.
Refusing to let fear control her she sat up in her bed and eased off the side to the floor.
Moving to the doorway she open the door leaving a crack of space before hitting the light switch sending the room into darkness.
With the exception of that narrow swath of light the room was pitch.
Laying back down in the bed she pulled the covers up over her shoulder and closed her eyes.
Her intention was to clear her mind and go to sleep.
She didn't think she would find herself listening in on Jaxxon and his father's conversation.
"What the fuck was that old man?"
Jaxxon's voice was harsh and loud, carrying down the hallway.
Winifred didn't have to strain to hear.
"You listen to me you little bastard. I asked you to take over while I was out of commission; NOT to get any wild ideas over some little teenage piece of ass and to start using this club as your own personal vendetta machine."
A loud bang sounded down the hallway.
Winifred stilled, desperately waiting to hear more.
She worried that Jaxxon and his father were fighting over her.
After a moment of scuffling noises and a few curse words exchanged the two got quite.
It was Jaxxon who broke the silence.
"You know the money for me is not a problem so just what the fuck is your hang up over Winifred?"
Silence.
"Answer me."
"She wont except her... she will treat her like a plague and while your not around she will play mind games with that girl until she is so fucked in the head that she will leave you and when she leaves she will be a head case just like I was."
Silence once more.
"I won't let that happen."
"Are you kidding me? You won't be able to stop it."
A door slammed.
Then Jaxxon yelled.
"Don't let me hear you ever call her that again."
Winifred was shocked and a little horrified.
Who was this person who would play mind games and just how many could Winifred battle before she like Jaxxon's father said; would fall prey to them?
She didn't like the looks of Jaxxon her boy had never been so on edge.
Something bad must have gone down.
She had encouraged him often enough to leave this life far behind him.
He never learned to listen.
Ava Shook her head as she smiled.
It was a good thing she was here then.
She knew how to relieve that stress.
It had been some time since the two had, had a good scuffle between the sheets and she was in some serious need of relaxation.
Heading up the steps of the club, Ava set her sights on Jaxxon not noticing that Slider looked her up and down.
She couldn't deal with that boys puppy dog infatuation right now.
No right now she had grown up intentions with a real man.
Oh the things she was going to do to that boy!
Chapter 20
As far as surprises went this one would be unforgettable.
As far as bad first impressions went this was the worst.
As far as giving a shit went... Winifred didn't.
It was one of those things, that started going wrong and just went straight to fucked within minutes.
Winifred had been sleeping and after a three day forced order of bed rest by Jaxxon she was losing her mind.
She was planning on being a good girl one more day and then rebelling.
She was planning to keep herself entertained with cartoons and ice cream.
She was loving having Slider as her own personal Butler.
UNTILL.
She had found Slider coming into the house piss and vinegar mad.
He was slinging her harmless chairs around her kitchen.
He scuffed her beautiful yellow paint job and cracked her favorite breakfast chair.
Enough was enough.
"If you sling another of my chairs into the wall; I am going to have to slap your pretty face and rearrange those lovable features of yours."
The threat was more of a promise.
Slider seemed to come out of his rage and notice his damage.
"Damn Winnie I am sorry sugar... I will clean this up and fix everything."
"Damn right you will; but only after you explain."
Winifred moved to the coffee maker with the glee of a child being brought into Wonka's factory.
Slider grinned; a mechanical reaction to Winifred's child like behavior.
After filling up her cup with Starbucks best Winifred turned to Slider a determined look on her face.
"Now. Explain."
Slider looked like he would rather swallow broken glass.
Grunting and dragging his feet forward Slider righted an overturned chair and sat down.