Cold-Hearted (3 page)

What was I thinking—bringing a woman out here with us? My head needed to be examined. There's just something about her that I'd never experienced before. Out of all the women I'd been with, none were like Sonya.

She wiggled in her seat as we drove down Ortega Highway, taking every turn hard and fast. My heart skipped a beat as Sonya's hand crept over onto my lap. She was frightened but loving it. I was loving it too.

Hudson opened the gate leading to Jensen Ranch. It was the perfect place to conduct our business—private property and nobody could hear us for miles. We rode up the hill on the uneven dirt and came to the ranch.

A brown dilapidated barn with rotted wood sat in the middle of a valley surrounded by overgrown trees. Two black Escalades were parked in front of the barn and four men dressed in dark suits were holding assault rifles at their sides. Sonya hugged me tighter.

I parked my Mustang a good distance away and got out. “Stay here,” I told Sonya. She had the deer-in-the-headlights look. “Don't worry, everything will be fine.”

I turned my back towards the Russians and pulled out my nine millimeter. Sonya's eyes widened. She probably had never seen a gun before. I pulled out the clip to make sure it was loaded and jammed it back inside. I lifted my shirt up and placed it in my waistband.

“What do you need that for,” she asked.

“Insurance.”

“Be careful, Chase,” she said.

“I always am,” I replied.

We approached the Russians and Wyatt took the lead.

“How's it going, Boris?” Wyatt shook the nicely-dressed Russian's hand.

“Could use a bottle of vodka,” he replied in a thick accent.

“Show us the goods,” Wyatt ordered.

“What, no small talk?”

“Let's just get this over with.”

Boris shrugged. “Money first.”

Wyatt turned towards Hudson who threw a huge black duffel bag at the feet of the Russians. One of the goons bent over and unzipped the bag, revealing stacks of cash.

“Looks good, boss,” he said to Boris.

“Let's get down to business then.” Wyatt followed Boris to the back of one of the Escalades. They popped the trunk and Wyatt examined the guns.

A reflection caught the corner of my eye. I looked to the right and saw light reflecting off a small circle off into the woods. That could only be one thing.

“Everyone down!” I yelled. My brothers dropped to the floor as I pulled out my gun. A sniper shot echoed through the air, the bullet burrowing into the dirt in front of me. I pointed my gun at one of the Russian goons and fired two shots off, hitting him square in the face and neck—blood sprayed in an arc, covering the Escalade behind him.

Another Russian started firing at John with his assault rifle. John rolled out of the way and fired back with his pistol, hitting the goon in the stomach.

I ran to a fallen tree for cover just as the second sniper shot went off, narrowly missing my leg.

Hudson pulled a sawed-off shotgun from behind his back and blew away the third Russian, sending him flying into the barn.

I aimed my gun at Boris but not before he took out a giant knife and sliced Wyatt's neck right in front of me. I walked out from behind the tree, screaming Wyatt's name. I unloaded my entire clip into Boris, tearing his body apart.

A rifle shot went off behind me and I swung around to see Bryce behind his car—two shots and the sniper was dead.

I walked over to Wyatt and fell to my knees. He was already dead. Tears filled my eyes.

“We need to get out of here,” Bryce howled. Hudson yanked my arm until I was back on my feet. I snapped back to reality and ran to my car. Sonya cowered behind my Mustang, shivering.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked. I bent over and checked her for any wounds. There was no blood that I could see.

She nodded and stood up.

“We need to go. Everything is going to be all right.”

I heard Chase yell and then a loud crack rang through the air. I ducked behind the car, peeking out through the window. Chase's brothers were on the ground, firing their weapons and killing the Russians. I'd never seen so much blood in my life.

I watched from afar as Wyatt's neck was opened up and blood stained his wife-beater. The alcohol and lunch from earlier almost came back up. Chase fired countless rounds in a blind rage until the last Russian was killed.

I sat down in the dirt and hugged my knees. I couldn't believe what I just saw.

Chase rushed over and bent down touching me all over. He seemed so far away.

“Everything is going to be all right.”

His words brought me back to life. I stood up and got into his car. We rode out of there and I placed my hand in Chase's. I felt safe now.

We drove back to Ortega Highway and a black Escalade came out of nowhere, swerving and skidding to catch up with us.

Shots fired into the air, zipping right by me. I ducked down, burying my head between my legs. My chest pounded and the blood in my veins blazed. Chase switched gears and sped up. But we could only go so fast around the corners.

Chase pulled out his pistol and returned fire. His gun let out a bang close to my head.

I looked back to see Hudson in his Dodge Challenger. He pull out his shotgun and cocked it. Hudson nodded to us and slowed down, confronting the Escalade. We rounded a bend and lost sight of Hudson. Chase, John, Bryce, and I were the only ones left now.

“What about, Hudson?” I screamed to Chase.

“He can take care of himself,” Chase replied.

We made it back to civilization and I finally eased my grip on Chase. We came to an intersection and stopped. Without saying a word, John and Bryce went separate ways.

“Where are they going?” I asked.

“We need to split up. At least until things cool down.”

I nodded and we continued driving.

Chase stopped the Mustang in front of a broken-down motel. It had the classic neon light sign that said: Vacancy.

“We can stay here for a little while,” he whispered.

I stayed in the car while Chase went to the front desk to check in. How did I end up in this situation? Oh I know why, the most attractive and sexy man in the world came into my life. I never thought of myself as one of
those
girls. I was smarter than that—or at least I thought I was.

Chase came back out swinging a key around. I stepped out of the car and my head felt woozy and my legs wobbly. Chase rushed to my side and held me up to keep me from collapsing.

“I'm sorry, I don't know if I can walk.” The weight of everything that happened today hit me hard. I was embarrassed and tired.

Chase swept me off my feet and carried me up the stairs and into the motel room. The place was the size of a tin can. An old tube TV sat on a desk with antennas sticking out of it. Chase gently laid me down on the bed that was hard as a rock. The springs squealed and moaned as Chase sat down next to me.

“That was fucked up,” I said.

Chase laughed and started crying. I couldn't hold back the tears either. Being so vulnerable around a man I knew nothing about was a first for me.

There were a lot of firsts today.

Chase grabbed my head and laid it on his chest. His heart was racing and so was mine. I looked up at him and he wiped away my tears.

“Do you know how beautiful you are, Sonya?”

I flushed.
Kiss me now.

Chase ran his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and focused on his touch. His hand ran around the back of my head and pulled me in. Our lips met and thunder roared deep in my core. His tongue entered my mouth and I moaned. He pressed his body to mine and his hard erection was pinned against my hip. His lips kissed my cheek and he tilted my head to nibble on my neck.

I wanted this man completely.

I swung my leg over and straddled him. His manliness throbbed between my legs. I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing against him. I pulled my top over my head and Chase unsnapped my black bra, unleashing my breasts. His hand trailed up my stomach and cupped my chest. A surge of ecstasy flowed through me. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching and stretching until they became hard. I raised my head up, letting my hair fall, and moaned at the ceiling.

Chase quickly took off his leather vest and wife-beater. His body was even more muscular than I imagined. A huge black tattoo of an eagle ran across his whole chest. I ran my finger along the tattoo, tracing the image. This man was too hot for me. I didn't deserve this. I felt the defined lines of his muscles, remembering our car ride together.

Chase lifted up and gently kissed my cleavage. He put my nipple in his mouth and bit down on it softly. I cried out from the pain but it felt kind of good. I didn't know I could feel that kind of pleasure from that area.

Chase began to undo his belt that had a white skull buckle. My brain suddenly overrode my libido.

You need to tell him.

I shook my head. I don't want this to stop.

“Hold on, Chase.” I put my hand on his to stop him from taking his pants off.

“You're right, maybe this is a bad idea.”

No! No! That's not what I was going to say!

“I want this badly but there's something you should know—I've never been with a man before.”

Chase cocked his head. “You're a lesbian—because that's not a turn off for me.”

I giggled at his ridiculous suggestion and steeled myself. “No I've never been with anybody before.”

“You're a virgin?” Chase murmured.

I nodded.

“But how could that be? Look how hot you are.”

I glanced down at my body and didn't see what he was talking about. Nobody had ever called me “hot” before.

“Maybe you should wait until you meet that special guy,” he said, getting out from under me.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back before he left the bed. “You
are
that special guy,” I said, planting a kiss on his lips.

Chase laid me down and kissed me hard. He pushed his nose into my hair and took in the aroma. “You smell so nice.”

His hands moved south and unsnapped my jeans. My chest heaved up and down as I watched him grin and slide my pants around my ankles. My pink panties weren't supposed to be seen by anyone—especially a man that was about to violate me!

He kissed my waistline and grabbed my ass cheeks hard. I wanted him to touch me all night. He kissed my pubic mound over my panties and he was so close. He was driving me crazy. He carefully peeled my underwear down and I held my breath as he spread my thighs. His kisses ran up my leg until he was so close.

Oh my!
His lips hit me and my body convulsed. “That feels so good,” I moaned.

Chase worked magic with his tongue, swirling me around and side to side. He moaned quietly as he licked me all over. I'd touched myself down there all the time but it felt nothing like this. My body peaked and I detonated.

Chase came up for air and kissed me on the lips. I could taste my salty self and it turned me on even more.

Chase kissed my ear and whispered, “I'm going to fuck you now, Sonya.”

What!
My pulse raced. I always wanted a man to talk dirty to me.

Chase pulled his pants off and revealed his massive erection. It was so thick and juicy. I'd seen pictures before but nothing up close like this. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him like he did to me. But Chase was on a mission.

“This might hurt at first.”

I nodded.

Chase knocked at my opening and crammed his entire length inside me, breaking my barrier in the process. I screamed at the top of my lungs from the sudden pain and extreme pleasure.

“Oh Sonya,” Chase moaned. He pulled out slowly until I begged him to put it back in. I cried out as he filled me completely. Every thrust sent my body reeling. We stared into each other's eyes as we made love.

His lips met mine and I devoured him. My breathing hit a peak.

“It feels so good, Chase,” I whimpered.

“Come for me, baby,” he ordered.

I can't hold back any longer.

He increased his rhythm, pushing into me harder, faster—and I exploded around him—an orgasm that rocked my soul. Nothing could ever compare.

Chase shouted out my name and found his release, pounding me into submission. He collapsed onto me and we were both a sweaty mess. Chase laid his head against my heaving chest.

“How was it?” he asked, hiding a grin.

“I can't even think right now. What just happened?”

“You just lost your virginity.”

I looked down to see the white bed sheets stained with my blood. This motel was probably used to it. Chase raised his head and kissed me on the chin. My body was so relaxed and comfortable that I couldn't move my limbs.

“I've never felt that good in my entire life. Is sex always this mind-blowing?”

“It is with me,” he replied with that cocky-asshole smile.

My finger traced the scar along his brow and Chase recoiled. “What happened?”

Chase averted his eyes. “I had a rough childhood.”

I held this man's face in my hands and I knew nothing about him. He was a criminal, a killer, and the sweetest guy I had ever met. I let him take from me what I could only give to one man. I needed to know more about him. Time to unlock the mystery.

“Tell me about it. I want to know everything about you.”

Chase looked into my eyes, searching for my true intentions.

“You don't have to—”

Chase interrupted, “My father left when I was six years old. My mother couldn't handle working and taking care of me all by herself—she turned to alcohol.”

My heart sank. I imagined little Chase with his mom holding a bottle of liquor. But his story didn't stop there, it got worse.

Chase took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “It was my birthday and my mom told me she was going to get me a chocolate cake when she got off work. I waited all night until she finally crashed through the front door at eleven.” Chase stared off into space, continuing his story, “She stank of alcohol but I thought she still might've bought my cake. When I asked my mom about it, something inside her snapped. She grabbed the closest empty beer bottle and smashed it against my face.”

I gasped and tears welled up in my eyes. How could someone ever treat their child that way?

Chase closed his eyes again. “The blow knocked me unconscious. I don't remember anything else until I woke up at the hospital. My mom was hanging over me, crying her eyes out. When the doctor got me alone, he asked me what happened: I told him I was climbing a tree and fell off.”

“Why did you cover for your mom?”

“I was just a kid. My mother was the only one who loved me. I would have done anything to protect her.”

I understood completely. When you're that young, you don't see the whole picture. Hell, it's hard to see the whole picture as an adult. I probably would have done the same thing as little Chase. I didn't want to pry any further but his story was so interesting. “What happened to you after that?”