So currently going through a bad boy-good girl OS phase, bear with me while I get it out of my system. Idk if you guys are into MC love stories with gorgeous outlaws not the ugly ones (LOL), they are my current obsession. But the ones I have read are quite gruesome and for more mature audiences. This one isn't gruesome or intense. But not everyone may like it! So if you want to ignore, you are more than welcome to. Anyhoo, another OS, leave me your feedback! Love you! MWAH!
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ASYA/KaBhi OS: Claiming What Is Mine
2 years, 2 months and 8 days since she last saw him, riding off on his muscle of a machine into the dark effin' sunset... without glancing back. She was hurt, she might have even cried but she wasn't sorry for spending that one glorious night with him where she gave him every bit of herself. She knew he was dangerous, if his tattoos weren't proof of that, his dark eyes and dirty mouth were enough. No she didn't think she would lose her innocence to a criminal, belonging to some fierce MC club. But once he set his eyes on her in that party, those hot intense looks reserved for her, she gave in to one night of temptation. One night of bliss, screaming out his beautiful name as he gave her pleasure no man could ever give her. But then he left her. Just like he said he would. His club and the brotherhood always came first. She wasn't one of his club wh**es but neither was she more than a one night stand for him. She swore she would wipe his every memory off her... but never did she think he would own her in such a way that it would be damn near impossible to remove his brand from her.
Just when she convinced herself to go after him, tempt him to come back for more, wanting to take him on the sweet promises he whispered into her ears... he landed his ass in prison for two years and the only way to contact him was through the club he belonged to who will tear down every freaking word she wrote to him. He wasn't allowed to meet anyone in prison as he could get killed before he could blink hello to his visitors. That wasn't a risk his club was going take, they will protect their brother in any manner they could. They weren't going to change that for a chick he gave his one night to. Maybe some things were never meant to be...
"Who's my little baba?" Zoya cooed at her chubby baby. She stared into her son's brown eyes and saw the same powerful jawline forming on him as his father. She knew what he needed, what he deserved but she wouldn't be able to give it to him. The man who shared his DNA had broken her heart; she didn't want him to break her son's heart.
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"Diego!" Zoya marched over towards her cousin Sultan who was marching back and forth in panic, sweat dripping profusely from his forehead. It was mid-afternoon and the sun was out bright as ever making its presence known to the whole of mankind. "Yo, will you calm down" She grabbed his shoulders and shook him to knock some sense into him.
"Zoya, we're in trouble. BIG BIG BIG trouble" He spoke with wide eyes, you could see the fear in his eyes. Zoya took a good look at him trying to puzzle together what on earth was going on.
"Hold up big guy, what are you talking about?" She questioned in her calm voice, Sultan took deep breaths. He placed his farmer's hat back on before grabbing her arm and dragging her across the field. In other circumstances, she would have punched his guts out but she knew he had something important to tell her. He pointed at a box in a hole, big enough to be a bedroom for a squatter. Zoya stepped closer towards it and opened it wide.
"Be careful" He hissed. She ignored him and popped her head inside. It was really dark but she could see a knife lying around along with a phone and maps. She picked up something else from the floor and looked at it, there were basic phrases on there like hands up, down on the ground, don't make me shoot along with a bunch of Spanish words. "That pit is deep Zoya, for goodness sake. Come back." He dragged her out and the door shut with a loud bang. He flinched before dragging Zoya back towards the house. "You know what that is?" He questioned her once outside the kitchen door. Zoya blinked remembering everything she saw before her mouth opened wide, she gasped blinking hard.
"Cartel" She whispered.
"This is serious business. This could get us killed." Sultan told her.
"We need to leave like now or call the police" Sultan froze giving her a deadly stare, "Listen farmer joe, unless you've got some other plan to deal with Mexican drug lords, then we need to get our asses off this farm." She urged him.
"No way, I aint leaving this farm. And going to the police isn't going to help. We're dealing with stone cold killers, they will not spare civilians when it comes down to business... They are not like those Eagles MC..." He trailed off, Zoya swallowed hard at the mention of the club. He pointed a stare so dark, she instantly wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Oh yeah, Eagles. Those biker bas***ds that knocked you up. She has never admitted anything to Sultan, she never would. FATHER UNKNOWN was listed on Adam's birth certificate and she'd hold it for the rest of her life. "Your connection could help us..."
"Hold up Diego, what connections?" She snapped. He stared at her. "I have no connections with that club Diego. Forget about it." Zoya looked away.
"Listen to me Zoya, I've heard the radio recently. Cartels have some sort of beef with the Eagles. Huge war. If you could convince the Eagles to offer some sort of protection in exchange for them to have a look at all of these boxes popping up on the fields. It's the season for farming, I cannot risk losing this farm. I worked my whole life for this farm." He begged Zoya. "Enemy of the enemy is our friend. I know Eagles can help."
"Are you listening to yourself Diego?" Zoya asked her deluded cousin in disbelief. Her head snapped back up towards the house hearing Adam's cries. She unfolded her arms and looked back at her cousin who was looking at her with hopeful eyes. She breathed silently trying to come up with an alternative plan but the sanest idea that came to her was to pack her bags and run off with Adam before anyone could harm them. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. "Okay, I'll speak to them. But you have to give me 48 hours to get confirmation from the president of the club to see him." Sultan's eyes widened. "Don't give me that look. We'll be lucky to even get a call back; we don't mean anything to them." She turned around and entered the house.
A few days later, Zoya stopped in front of the MC's clubhouse gates. None of the new prospects recognised her, not that they should. She only ever made one appearance here over 2 years ago in search of her baby's father.
"You." One of the longer member of the club smiled seeing her, "I remember you from that day. What business are you here with today?" He placed both of his hands on the hood of her car.
"I came here to see Samuel." Zoya almost whispered to him, he chuckled being able to tell she was nervous. These guys were not your average looking guys rocking tattoos and thick inches of muscle.
"Let her in Gale" He shouted over his shoulder. "Gale will take you inside. I'm heading out." He hit the back of her car and turned towards his motorbike. She saw the VP sign on the back of his jacket; she shook off her thoughts and parked her car inside before following Gale up to the main guy's office. Gale's heavy fist pounded on the hard steel door, the rings on his fingers echoed through the club house.
"It's open." A gruff voice yelled from inside. Gale pushed the door open to let her in before closing it shut behind her. Samuel stood up as she walked up to a chair. She hadn't seen him for years, but he seems to have become more imposing. Long gray hair hung down his shoulders, his cut clung to him like a vest of armour with the PRESIDENT tag stitched over his chest. It took him several seconds to recognise her.
"Well, I'll be damned. You're Asad's girl. What has he done now?" He chuckled. "Zoya isn't it? You're here for him right?" He mused. She was never Asad's girl, she only ever came searching for him the once. As much as she hated it, she felt an odd satisfaction being referred to as his. She shook off her thoughts.
"Not anymore." Zoya answered coldly. "I'm here to talk business. This isn't about Asad." That got his attention, his eyes narrowed and he cocked his head.
"Grab a seat girl. Just you and me." He listened to her intently as she explained the trap door in the spider holes, the toolbox and everything she found. She only told him about her suspicions of more holes if they searched for them. He leaned forward once she was done.
"This is f**king serious. You came to the right place." He pondered over how serious the matter was and the danger to the community once the cartels started operating in their area. Eagles have never allowed any civilians to get hurt in their line of business. "I'll get my boys to check it out tomorrow to make sure your perimeters safe and examine the spider holes."
"What about after? Can you have men watching the ranch permanently? I need to know we are safe if we are going to allow your men to roam free on our land." Adam's face flashed before her eyes, his safety came first. If anything happened, she would die. "Samuel please, I need you on board. If you are coming into my home, you're going to protect it too." She pleaded.
"Yeah alright." He growled at last. "We'll add your place to our regular patrols I have my crew do around town. However, remember this, my men have obligations outside your farm Zoya."
"I know." She nodded knowing what their line of work exactly entailed.
"One more thing." His lips thinned, "There is a chance you will be seeing him. He is my enforcer. You okay with that?" Zoya sighed, of course she would have to be. He was finally out of prison.
"I'll handle it fine." Zoya spoke slowly. He nodded at her.
"Go see Gale, he will talk to you through details of what to expect. You still got my number?" She nodded watching him light up his cigar and blow the smoke out. "Then we got our self a deal." He stuck his hand out for her to shake. Zoya let go of the breath she was holding. She got the protection of the club for her son and the farm. She would just somehow have to get passed seeing HIM again. Maybe she wouldn't see him? She could get away with her little secret until something else came along. Maybe this time she will actually pack her bags and leave her uncle's farm.
She stepped out into the hallway feeling slightly lighter than before and followed the path towards the end before turning right looking for Gale. She heard all sorts of noises coming from the rooms she passed, she didn't even want to decipher the loud grunts and moans.
"Gale?" Zoya called out, few of the prospects turned around and pointed the other way.
"Out back sweetheart." One of them replied before taking a swig of his beer. She smiled weakly at the grizzly bear and walked back the other way. She looked around the clubhouse wondering how on earth they habituated in such a place.
"Gale?" She pushed one of the already opened doors further and froze with wide eyes finding him spread flat against the bed with a naked woman on top of him. Her knees stopped working at the unholy sight, shaking her head in disbelief. She knew she would come face to face with him one day but like this... nope, not in her wildest dreams. Hot, painful tears stabbed at the corner of her eyes, her voice hitched. She tried to step back out of the room hearing him groan awake, he wiped his forehead dropping the bottle in his hand. His eyes locked on her face.
"f**k me with a torch" He pushed the ugly blonde to the floor, he grunted getting up slowly. He came flying towards her, Zoya rushed back out of the room. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her back against the hallway wall. "What are you doing here baby?"
"I'm not your baby" She snapped, "and it's none of your business."
"The f**k it isn't. You're in my clubhouse, that is my business." He slammed his body into hers, she tried to ignore his naked chest against her. "I am the Enforcer and I haven't told anyone to let you in." He brought his face close to hers; she looked into his brown eyes shining brightly at her. She tried to ignore his light stubble pricking her chin; she tried to erase the memory of her fingers tracing his perfect jawline.
"Samuel did." She threw at him, "He doesn't need your permission." His grip weakened and a tiny bit of satisfaction ran through her veins.
"Who is she babe?" Zoya's eyes darted to the blonde with the ugly pigtails trying to cover her big ass chest with her barely there top.
"This shit doesn't concern you" Asad barked. "Get lost!" He focused on Zoya's whisky brown eyes aimed at his face; he could feel the hate and disgust pouring out of them pooled eyes he had dreamt of every night in prison. The memory of her warm body writhing beneath him kept him awake every night more than the fear of him being stabbed to death by fellow inmates. The girl who let him be the first to take away her innocence and rock her world. She was engraved on his mind. It has been over two f**king years since he last saw her.
"Get away from me." Zoya pushed him off her; he staggered back a few steps. He was still in disbelief seeing her in front of him after so long. He didn't understand the hate in her eyes. It was as if she was expecting something from him. He didn't hear anything from her for 2 years and now she was stood here with some sort of vendetta against him. "Go back to your girlfriend and leave me the f**k alone."
"You kidding me?" Anger wrinkled on his huge face. One so beautifully carved. "Girlfriend? She's nothing to me... just a casual-"
"Oh like me? That was what I was to you. Some dumb blonde wh**e." She watched his nostrils flare, shaking his head. He lifted his fists and banged them on the wall making her flinch. The insane energy in his punch made the noises vibrate into the clubhouse like someone had shot a gun.
"It's not like that Zoya. And you f**king know it." He pointed at her. "You knew what we started and you decided to throw it in the trash. You could have dropped me a line any hour, any second, any f**king day and you didn't. You pushed me the f**k away. So don't you dare blame me for this shit. I see it in your eyes. We could have had something. You decided we were just a mid- summer causal f**k. Not me." Anger surged through Zoya like never before.
"MEEE? Do you even remember what you said to me. Just one night. I did come after you. I tried but you landed your ass in jail. Well blame me for not wanting my messages to be scrutinised like the public paper in trying to get in touch with you. You left me the next morning without a backward glance, excuse me for not taking your words seriously when you had your goddamn stick inside me making promises that weren't true." Rage and every other bottled up emotion poured out of her. "It was a summer fling. You telling me to shut up and mind my own business while you rode away from me into a situation that could have gotten you killed is my fault." She spoke sarcastically. "All fault. But you know what. f**k you Asad. f**k YOU!" She spat in his face before storming off, "Where the hell is Gale?" She shoved past the drunk club members staring with wide gaping mouths. Asad punched the wall again with a loud roar.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON" Samuel barked, everyone scurried away.
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"What is wrong with you?" Samuel pointed his gun at Asad's head. Asad grunted trying not to fist his hands and punch the club's president in the gut.
"Sorry prez." Asad mumbled.
"Do you think these cartels grow on trees? You're my only enforcer for a reason Asad. You shouldn't have shot him, that was my call. We have nothing now." He threw his hands in the air; he placed the cigar in his mouth. He stilled for a moment. "It's about her isn't it?"
"No" He spoke quickly.
"It is about her. I made a mistake splitting the patrol teams. You're going on that team and leading it. And sort whatever it is you two have going on. We have bigger fishes to fry boy. We need your head in the game." Samuel walked off without listening to anything Asad had to say.
"No problem" He heard her laughter, watching her from far away. He remained his distance in the last few days investigating the fields while he ordered two of his brothers to watch her house. This was torture for him. Being able to hear her laughter but not being able to get close to her. Every word she said to him raced in his mind, every f**king word. He was aching to get close to her to either strangle her to death or kiss her senseless. There is no in between. Who does she think she is? How was it his fault that she had this personal war going on against him? Yes they shared one night together, one passionate night. But he gave her the option to make something more of it. He had to leave her that morning to handle club business. His club was always number one for him. She tried to stop him. No way in hell was she going to stop him from leaving that morning. He swore to protect his club with his life.
"Asad, you need to see this." Gale came up to him. Asad nodded at him before following him towards the holes he had found. Asad sighed, there were too many. This was much bigger than what they originally thought. He jogged back up to the house; he nodded at his brothers before knocking on kitchen door.
"ZOYA, SULTAN" He pounded on the door but there was no reply. He pushed the kitchen door open before finding his way through to the living room. He found her sprawled out on the sofa, sleeping peacefully. He jerked the door close, her eyes shot open. It took her a few seconds to recognise him.
"What are you doing inside? You're not allowed to come inside." She jumped up before coming towards him raging like a bull. She pushed him towards the door. "Get out." She ordered.
"Don't f**king test me. I aint here for a bitch fight with you." He grabbed her wrist. "If you give a shit about your relatives, shut the hell up." Her lips shut, "We found more spider holes. Not a one off hiding place like the one you found, they are using the whole area as a staging ground for shipments. Something to burn my club down." He explained, he watched her eyes widen.
"What what? Shit." She breathed heavily.
"You and your cousin need to pack your bags and get the hell away from here until we sort this out." He told her. Zoya shook her head in a no.
"Sultan won't leave... erm I will talk to him." Clenching his teeth, he tried to pull back trying not to growl at her. That answer was not good enough.
"No, not talk to him. You need to get away from here. You handed the responsibility to us to protect you and I am telling you to leave. I won't let them hurt you..."
"Asad-" Her voice was cut off by a high grating sound. It took him a few moments to realise it was something upstairs. Someone crying. A baby. His jaw almost hit the floor.
"What the hell? You got a baby in here?" Zoya's eyes went wide as a saucer. Asad turned around and headed for the stairs just as she started mumbling.
"Asad, wait no you cannot go up there." Asad took two stairs at a time as she ran behind him screaming and shouting for him to stop. He tore the white door wide open and stepped inside the room. There was a cradle, a loud cry and the most familiar face he had ever seen from his mother's photo album. Seeing the baby was like looking into an old photograph. What the actual heck.
His heart was gone, out of this universe. He reached up and hit his chest to make sure it was working. Zoya was right behind him in tears and panicked as hell. He reached inside with his huge hands and picked up his son. His son.
"You're mine. Mine." He growled keeping his back to Zoya. "My son." She bit the inside of her cheek seeing him holding his son, cradling him like the most precious thing on earth. The sight reached up through her stomach and gutted her. Asad was Adam's father and she robbed him of that. He will never forgive her for what she has done. She watched as Adam stopped crying, he cooed, smacked his lips and laid his head against Asad's palm.
"Asad... let me explain. Put him down."
"Explain WHAT?" The rumble in his throat was just a like a volcano winding to explode. He turned around slowly holding Adam tightly against his chest. "I'm not interested in anything. You lost the right when you decided to keep my son a secret from me."
"Asad. Don't do this." The fear caused her voice to break. Tears spilled from her eyes. "Just say whatever you want to me, I don't want to upset Adam."
"Upset?" He pulled a savage grin with his lips. "I'll never upset this beautiful creature. My son. Mine." He spoke possessively.
"I'm sorry Asad, I never meant to keep this from you. I didn't know what you went in for or how you will come out... You have to believe me; I didn't want to hurt yo-"
"Shut up."
Zoya's mouth clamped shut. Asad stepped forward, softly stroking his son's brow. The soft fatherly touch contrasted wickedly with the killer stare he was giving her, devouring her piece by piece. He walked past her into the hallway and into her room. She followed him with wide eyes. She watched with disbelief as he opened her cupboard before ripping her clothes from the hangers onto the bed.
"STOP!" Zoya screamed, Adam moaned in his arms as Asad pushed her away. "You cannot do this Asad. Give me my baby and tell me what you are going to do to us." She cried.
"He's coming with me." He stopped to look at her, "And so are you." He pushed the baby back into her arms; Zoya clutched her son with her life. She tried to rush towards the door but he blocked the door. He stood watching her like a sentinel, folding his arms.
"You behave yourself and I will let you keep holding him. Now, I'll tell you exactly what is going to happen baby. You're gonna rifle through all your clothes I just laid out, gather my son's clothes and stuff it in a bag. Don't give a damn if it's a suitcase, plastic bag, or even a body bag. Get all of this together as fast as you can. MOVE" He barked. She placed Adam on the bed carefully before packing everything when every cell in her body wanted to lash out at him, maybe even dagger him in the heart for controlling her. But it was obvious; Asad was not a man you could mess with. Fighting was not an option. He would rip her apart if she resisted, take Adam away from her. The fire in his eyes said that his tolerance for bullshit was reduced to zero.
He grabbed the bag from her hands and nodded towards the baby.
"Pick up our baby, come on." He growled, Zoya cradled Adam in her arms with tears in her eyes.
"Just tell me one thing. Promise me you won't take away my baby. Not unless you kill me first." She cried swallowing the heavy lump in her throat. He chuckled at her.
"Everybody in this room is coming with me alive. Including you. I am not the devil you think I am. We are going to work through our issues Zoya. I have neglected all of this for too long. I am giving you one more chance. Cus I like you and you gave birth to my son. And kept him safe. You've hid him from me for so long but it isn't a death sentence. You get one more try." He came closer towards her; his hand went over Adam's head. "We are going to be one big, happy family. Or I'm doing this on my own." He walked out of the room, Zoya reluctantly followed behind him. Another half an hour later, one of the guys parked an SUV out front. Zoya stepped inside the car holding Adam close to her not knowing what was happening. She pressed her tears away not daring to look at Asad who was has been barking orders on the phone since they got out of the bedroom.
"Welcome home." Asad grabbed her hand and helped her out of the car. Zoya looked up at the house; it was a big traditional house with a large garden. She glanced over at Asad surprised; this was not what she imagined when he said they were going home. From what she was aware of, he has been crashing at the clubhouse every day.
"I brought this a week ago, lucky us right?" He smiled brightly, "Let's get our son inside." He placed her hand on the small of her back and guided her into the house. Zoya took her steps tentatively, her insides bursting with all sorts of emotions. "Stop crying for goodness sake. I am not going to kill you woman." Asad closed the door behind them and placed the bag on the kitchen counter. "The guys will be all over this place tomorrow morning trying to help us settle. Samuel is going to knock me on my ass." He ruffled his hair nervously, but his face still hasn't lost his excitement in finding out he has become a father. "Go pick a bedroom but gotta warn you there is only one double bed in the large room. You can crash there" He went over to her to take Adam out of her hands; Zoya looked up into his eyes. "He's going to sleep with his old man today." He comforted her. Zoya's heart warmed watching him kiss Adam's head. Zoya headed for the stairs. "What did you name our baby?" He called out behind her.
"Adam." Zoya whispered brushing her tears away, she turned to look at him, he smiled widely at her cradling Adam in his arms.
"Goodnight." He nodded before focusing on his son. Zoya entered the bedroom feeling exhausted; she removed her jeans and quietly got under the duvet. She closed her eyes and broke into a silent sob.
Asad sat down on the floor against the wall with Adam brushing his thumb over his baby lips. He kissed Adam's nose before staring into his wide eyes.
"Hey big guy. I'm your daddy. I promise we're going to make up for our lost time together. You have given me a reason to live now. You have become my only reason to live." He sighed, "I promise I'll be there for you and your momma, I'm going to make this work. I'm going try my hardest with my every breath to make us a family. I won't ever leave you Adam. I'm angry at your momma for hiding you from me, she thinks I'm going to take you away from her. Stupid woman, she has no idea what I have planned. I'm going to permanently brand her and make her mine if it's the last thing I do. She's going to become my wife and we are going to be a proper family. I'm going to take care of both of you and protect you with my life." He watched as Adam slowly closed his eyes, his hands resting on his father's chin. Asad got up and took him upstairs before placing him next Zoya. He sat down on the floor next to them both, he caressed Zoya's head.
"You did good Zoya." He smiled. A lone tear escaped her eyes.
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Zoya woke up the next morning with a headache, her eyes went over the bedroom as everything from the night before came crashing back to her. Her hands searched for her son but the bed was empty. She heard Adam's bubbling laughter somewhere in the house; she rushed out of the bedroom and followed the noise. She halted in front of another bedroom; a small crept on her lips watching Asad hold Adam on top of his head making all sorts of faces.
"You like your new cot buddy? Told you your daddy is an expert." Asad boasted, Adam gurgled, his petite hands trying to reach for his father's face. "Yeah, buddy." He nodded.
"Hey Zoya." Finn waved awkwardly, Asad turned around and smirked at her.
"Good morning. You've got some rocking legs baby, but we kinda have guests at our home this morning." Zoya's head shot towards her legs, she backed away from the door towards the bedroom leaving Asad chuckling.
Zoya quickly showered and changed into a dress before heading downstairs to make breakfast. She froze finding more of the club members fixing her home and filling the kitchen cupboards with food. She swallowed, it was a weird sight as these large men manoeuvred through the rooms. She stumbled a few steps back finding a redhead female jump in front of her.
"Hey, I'm Freya. Gale's wife." She beamed at her grabbing her into a warm hug.
"Erm Hi." Zoya squeaked.
"Don't worry, I have brought some real food and stored them. These men do not see anything beyond meat and beers." She laughed. "Look over there, gifts from the guys for Adam. He is such a sweetheart Zoya. You did good babygirl. And Asad. The grumpy mister is all smiles today. You have made him a happy man."
"Zoya, you try to settle in. I have to go to the club house. If you need anything, just ask Freya or the two guys guarding the house outside. I'll be back once I'm done." Asad handed Adam back to Zoya. He kissed her forehead and took a step back. Zoya grabbed his arm to stop him; she looked up into his haunted eyes.
"What's wrong?" She searched his eyes; Asad stepped closer towards her holding Adam in between them. He held her cheek with one hand placing the other over his son's head.
"I'll come back to you both. And then I'm going to marry you." He told her.
"Where are you going?" She whispered, her eyes filling up.
"The club needs me. We're all in danger. I'm going to end that. And then I'll be back." Zoya clawed his arm, something didn't feel right. He wiped her tears away before lightly kissing her lips. Zoya was too numb to react. "I promised I wouldn't but couldn't help it. Hey buddy, you take care of your momma and yourself." Asad turned his back to them both tucking his gun tightly into his pants.
"Let's go." He waved at his brothers and left the house. The street was filled with the roars of their motorbikes before they all drove away.
"Freya..." Zoya stuttered.
"Don't worry. Club emergency. They will be fine." She comforted her, but her eyes reflected worry in them. She had an anxious feeling inside of her, something didn't feel right today.
"Sultan was attacked, did you tell her?" Gale asked Asad who shook his head in a no. "Good thing you moved her last night." Asad fisted his hands, the thought of Adam and Zoya being in danger made his heart ache.
"What am I missing?" Asad questioned standing outside the warehouse.
"We knew there was a mole within our brotherhood." Gale started; Asad glanced at him with sharp eyes. "Jake."
"What?" Asad snapped. Gale nodded. "f**k me." He brushed his hair back.
"Samuel is waiting inside for you. You're our Enforcer. I've tortured him already, he is refusing to say anything." Gale shook his head. "The kid can take a beating man." They both headed inside the warehouse, Asad locked his eyes on Jake's face. Betrayal within the brotherhood only meant one thing, death. You can go the easy way or the hard way. It is up to Jake how he wants to go.
"So Jake." Asad stood in front of him, he was brutal when it came to these one to one. He had brought the toughest of men to their knees with his torture, crying like babies, coughing up information. Jake slowly looked up at Asad with his bruised face, coughing up blood. "You know me." Jake knew of Asad's torturing methods.
"Trust me brother, I've been set up. I haven't betrayed any of you. You're my family." He pleaded for his brother's to hear him out. "I didn't attack Sultan." Asad clenched his jaw; a shiver ran down his spine remembering Zoya and Adam. He only just got them, if anything happened to them... Asad grabbed Jake by the hair.
"So kid, shall we do this the easy way or the hard way?" Asad tilted his head back; Jake met Asad's eyes making him uncomfortable. Something didn't seem right.
"Shit." Samuel barked from the warehouse windows, Asad stood upright letting go of Jake's head letting it fall back. He could hear the vehicles parking up outside the warehouse, the crunching of the gravel underneath the tyres filled the silence. He met Samuel's eyes. "Cartel." Asad looked over at Gale and nodded, before they all acknowledged each other with a nod. "Let's get this party started." They walked behind Samuel.
"Well hello there." A bald man in a white suit with gold chain hanging loosely around his neck got out of the car. He smiled widely at them all. Asad's eyes observed his surroundings, there were at least 10 guns pointed at them.
"Come to take your rat, have we?" Samuel lit his cigar and blew smoke into the air. The bald man nodded to another guy who entered the warehouse and dragged Jake out before leaving him behind Gale. Asad closed his eyes. The bald man laughed menacingly. Jake's not the rat. His gut instincts were correct. He opened his eyes and stared at the bald man sniggering at him. Finn came out from behind him with a cocky smile on his face. Asad growled quietly, Gale's hand went over Asad's shoulder to stop him from moving. Zoya and Adam. He only just got them, he couldn't leave them helpless. His son. His son wasn't going to grow up without his father. Zoya wasn't going to do this alone. No this won't end like this. Samuel's eyes grew small at Finn, all the brothers eyes flashed dark, murder written on every one of their faces. Finn has been around all of their families, and knowing the Cartels and how they tortured, not a single one of them were safe.
"Asad, Asad..." Finn came to stand face to face with Asad, "You're a dead man you know." He sniggered, "You think you're a good and strong man now because you have a woman and a baby, but you're nothing!" He breathed harshly, Asad didn't flinch, he squinted his eyes looking past his shoulder into the distant. "Listen to this f**kface, after this... I'm going to go find your hot woman and I'm going take her good" He purred, "When I'm done, I'm going to take her ass back to Mexico and sell her. Maybe make her my wh**e. She'll need the practice when the rest of the cartels get their hands on her." He laughed taking a step closer and spitting on his face. "I'll do it, every word." Asad slowly lifted his hand to wipe his face.
"You're gonna have a tough time with my girl" Asad said sliding his hand towards his back.
"Why?"
"She doesn't like assholes with ruptured balls and broken d***s" Asad lifted his knee and hit him in between his knees making sure to crack his junk in two. The barrel of his gun hit his temple and then the trigger was pulled. Within seconds, it was all hellfire. Chaos broke out with bullets being shot from every angle. The Mexicans started screaming at the sudden attack; Don Vito was in the middle of his negotiations. Asad fell to the ground holding Finn's body as a shield. He angled his head shooting at the dark figures above him with Gale shooting over his shoulder. Everything went silent within minutes; his shoulder felt like someone had set it on fire. Everything blurred, he watched Gale run over towards his body and turn it over. He stood running his eyes over the bloody sight, there were dead bodies everywhere. Adam's bubbling laughter echoed in his ears along with Zoya's flushed face.
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"Gale, babe. Are you okay?" Freya marched from one side of the room to another, Zoya held Adam tightly against her chest watching Freya with wide eyes. "Are you heading back?" She cried, "What are you serious, you mean it's over? Cartels, don't lie. Baby omg." She held her hand over her mouth in disbelief. "I'm heading to the clubhouse, I love you." Freya hung before cheering with joy. "They are almost back; I'm going to head over now." Freya grabbed her jacket, Zoya glanced out of the windows, they had been gone since morning and it was 12.am now. She shot out of her seat.
"I'm coming with you." Zoya informed her, Adam burst into a cry. "Heyy shhh, baby it's okay. Adam." Zoya cooed. Adam cries turned louder, Zoya cradled him. Freya walked over towards her.
"Hey, I'll keep you updated. You stay here, I'll make sure to send Asad over straight away if he isn't already on his way here. You take care of him." Freya assured her before heading out of the door.
"Adam baby, it's okay shhh. Daddy will be home soon. Baby what's wrong." Zoya caressed his back, walking up the stairs towards his room. She changed his nappy but his cries did not stop. "Who's my baba? Who? You." She rubbed his stomach, "Are you hungry baby?" She picked him back up and went downstairs to make his bottle.
"Asad, you better get your ass home." Zoya mumbled preparing his bottle, "I will kick your ass and send it back to hell." She shook the bottle; her eyes turned hearing the door open. She rushed out of the kitchen before freezing finding one of the brothers' walking inside, her lips parted but the ground shook hearing a gunshot and the brother dropped to the floor. Zoya tightened her hold around Adam and spun around with a loud shriek. Her breathing came out in uneven strokes, her lips quivered before slowly turning around to find a man in black suit, a scar running over the left side of his face pointing the gun straight at her.
"Well hello there." He smiled widely cracking his neck; his gold tooth sparkled in her eyes. She hiccupped a cry; her alarmed eyes looked around her desperately. He walked closer towards her before holding the gun on Adam's back. "Let's get you upstairs Chiquita." A part of her burned with rage, she spun on her feet so that the gun was on her back instead of Adam's. She took slow steady steps, she cringed feeling the gun lower to her ass before going back up. She entered her bedroom; the man went in front of her and dragged a chair towards one corner of the room. He sat down, stretching his legs out, he waved his gun for her to come towards him. "Turn and sit." He ordered. Zoya sat on the floor in between his legs, pressing her tears out holding Adam close to her. Adam squirmed in her arms, crying. "Put the baby on the floor."
"He's hungry, let me just feed him." Zoya yelled. He hit the back of her head with the gun making her wince.
"You think we're here to have a party?" He spat out, "Put that damn baby on the floor or he won't be breathing in the next second." Zoya reluctantly put Adam on the floor, he went surprisingly still looking up into his mother's eyes. Zoya pressed the bottle in her hand tightly.
"What do you want?" She questioned.
"Well let's see if you mean anything to the club. We're going to do an exchange. If not, then we will trade limb by limb until they agree to give us Don Vito back. But something tells me you won't last longer than him. Good thing there is two of you." He chuckled. "Let's see who falls first." He leaned back against his chair. Zoya's eyes darted towards the door. Where are you Asad?
"Who the hell is Don Vito?"
"Oh, your man didn't tell you about the showdown this morning. A lot of my men were killed by the Eagles. They have my brother, probably for questioning. The president wants some sort of bullshit peace treaty but he doesn't know who he is messing with."
"But I don't mean anything to the club." Zoya whispered.
"Then, more bloodshed until we find a family that does. From what I heard, you're their enforcer's wife. I'm sure they will bend." He replied.
"I'm not his wife." Zoya pressed her tears out.
"You're something if they left two of their brother's here to protect you. Now shush." He put a cigar in his mouth and lit it. Zoya coughed inhaling the smoke he blew onto the side of her face.
"ZOYAAA!" They heard a loud roar downstairs, Zoya's head snapped up towards the door. She heard someone run up the stairs before glide through the door. Asad.
"Asad..." Zoya said softly meeting his eyes before her head was yanked back by her hair, she felt his gun by her temple. She bit her tongue to stop the sob from leaving her mouth, Asad looked weak holding his left arm against his chest. He was in a black tank top, there were stitches over his left shoulder. Asad had his gun pointed at the man. He watched the intruder shake his gun against his girl but he didn't back down. He'd catch a bullet to his heart before he let anything happen to his woman. His eyes fell on his son on the floor in front of Zoya, he was awfully calm. He was holding his family, hostage, in their fricking bedroom. That was it. This f**ker was dead. He had made up his mind. No negotiations.
"Let. Them. Go." Three words. They never listened. They never did. He wouldn't either.
"I can do that. I will as soon as you tell me where you got Don Vito." Zoya whimperd on the floor kicking her legs. His heart thundered with pure adrenaline fighting the urge to look at her instead of the intruder's eyes.
"Don Vito, the f**ker cracked quicker than concrete. He's on his way home. Call your boys and check. No bullshit. But if you f**k up here, you kill my girl or my baby, you're dead, Don Vito will be gone and this peace treaty we're going to make will be gone before you can blink MEXICO." Asad warned, "And I will hunt down every f**ker along the border and I will put a bullet through their heads. So lower your gun before I lose my goddamn mind." Asad tried not to look at Adam making gurgling noises, his hands holding his feet in the air.
"You take half a step and I will shoot her. Let me call your bluff." He eyeballed Asad reaching for his phone, Asad pulled the trigger in the blink of an eye, the gun fell from his hand before Asad shot again, this time it went through his forehead. Zoya flew forward on top of Adam who burst into a cry hearing the gunshots. Asad rushed over towards them, before reaching down for them he shot a few more bullets into his chest.
"Not in my f**king home you don't." He scooped up Zoya into his arms who picked up Adam in hers. The three of them remained like that for a few minutes, cocooned together. "Cutting it close too many times in one day. I've had enough." He kissed her temple, throwing the gun on the floor. His hand went over his son's head. "Yo, we're getting married next week. And then we're going to be a family. I'm not dying without spending time with both of you and seeing some grandchildren." He closed his eyes holding his forehead against Zoya's head. "I'm wiring up this place tonight, every inch of this house. Every inch." Everything human leaves a man when his family is under the gun, he will make this place secure so they never had to go through this again. "I'm going to call the guys to clean this up." He lifted his family in his arms and walked towards Adam's new bedroom.
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"Hey buddy" Asad sat up on his chair stretching his arms out to his son who was walking like a penguin towards him, just about finding his feet. "Come to daddy." Adam clapped his hands, laughing and gurgling.
"Dada"
"Come to dada" Asad smiled before reaching for his son and swinging him up into the air.
"Never thought I'd see you as a father bro." Gale patted his shoulder taking a swig of his beer.
"Neither did I." Asad replied honestly making faces at his son. He admired his chubby baby before looking over at his wife sat around table in the back garden soaking in the sun with the other brother's wives. "I didn't think I'd be married either. But looks like lady luck is favouring me." He winked at this brother.
"You having any more?" Gale asked him. "I'm going to get Freya off the pill and knock her up. The club is settling down, I want a family man."
"Yes you should. And hell yes I'm having more though I don't think Zoya knows yet. Wait." Asad cradled Adam. "Yooo wifey!" He shouted across the garden, Zoya looked up from whatever conversation she was in.
"What?" She mouthed.
"You want me to knock you up again?" He grinned, everyone burst out laughing. Zoya turned red. "I'll take that as a yes then?" He winked at her before looking down at Gale who was shaking his head in silent laughter. "Yeah, I'm having another one very soon." He told his friend placing Adam in his lap and marching over towards Zoya before throwing her over his shoulder. The boys hooted in the background.
"Asad, let me go. What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm claiming what's mine." He told her taking her into the house and putting her down spinning her. "We need to practice making another baby" He dipped his head and captured her lips. Zoya hummed against his lips, he nibbled on her bottom lip while his hand traced her stomach. "I can't wait to live through this one with you." He kissed her forehead stroking his nose along the length of hers. "I'm in love with you babygirl and I cannot get enough of you. We have to catch up for what we have missed for two years." He took her lips once more, kissing her hard reminding her of his claim over her. His lips plowed hers, possessing her, taking control of what was eternally his. She kissed him back, shoving her tongue against his, feeling him as he led her towards a dizzying taste of everything to come.
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