Savage Locke (Locke Brothers, 2) Read online

  I toss Ace’s hammer to him and stalk toward Kevin with a fierceness behind each step, stopping once I’m within inches of him. Before he even sees it coming, my hand is squeezing his throat and his body is being slammed against the wall.

  “Things already got ugly the second you laid your hands on Wynter.” I squeeze his throat tighter, cutting off his air supply. “Now you’re about to feel what she felt; that crippling fear that kept her in your grip for days as you beat her bloody. You’re going to feel that and so much more. And I don’t share.”

  I loosen my hold on his throat, giving him a little space to breathe. I don’t want this ending too soon. Not before I get a chance to fucking play.

  There’s some noise behind me so I turn around to see Ace swing out and punch some dude in the face.

  “This fucker wasn’t here last time,” Ace says, while slamming him against the wall. “Says his name is Riley. He’s a bit of a fucking smartass. Can I just kill him now?”

  “Not yet, brother.” My lips tilt up into a twisted smile as I release Kevin’s throat and headbutt him down to the ground. “He’s not going anywhere either. Anyone else still here?”

  “Nope.”

  “Good. Let’s take these fuckers for a little walk in the woods and see what kind of fun we can get into.”

  My words have Kevin scrambling to his feet in fear and rushing toward the stairs again. I quickly catch his leg and pull him toward me before tossing him down onto the ground and stomping on his hand. He cries out in pain. I twist my foot, digging my boot in until I hear the snapping of bones and Kevin screaming even louder in pain.

  My rage has me grabbing onto his shirt with one hand and his neck with the other as I drag him up the stairs and out the back door.

  He’s too busy crouching over and cradling his broken hand to attempt to run this time.

  A few seconds later Ace appears beside me with his hammer across Riley’s throat. “Let’s have some fun, little brother. You know I’ve always loved playing in the woods.”

  “You and me both.” I grab the back of Kevin’s shirt and pull him to his feet.

  There are woods just on the other side of the street from this fucker’s house, so we head there. I want the privacy, need it for the damage I’m going to do to this asshole.

  We stop so Ace can go to the vehicle and grab a bag that has all the “toys” we’ll need for tonight. I don’t know if I’ll kill Kevin tonight, but I do know that he’ll be begging for mercy by the time I’m done.

  Once we make it into the woods I push Kevin to the ground. I hear him grunt as the impact knocks the wind out of him, and I can’t help but grin at that.

  Ace is busy tying the other fucker to a tree, no doubt saving him for later, and preventing him from being a pussy and running off. Ace then comes over to me.

  “Get up, asshole,” I say and reach for a cigarette. I light it, knowing I should quit them, but for what I am about to do I need that nicotine kick.

  When Kevin stands I gesture for him to put his back toward the tree. Like a good little asshole he does what I say. I can see he’s scared shitless, and he should be, rightfully so.

  I’ll fuck him up.

  Kevin cradles his busted-up hand, and I gesture for Ace to secure him to the tree as well. Once Kevin is where I want him, I grin.

  He’s all but strung up like a pig about to get its belly cut open.

  “Come on, we can work this out.” Kevin tries to barter with me, but I am not all about that. He fucked up, and his pleas for me to be merciful aren’t going to fly.

  I grab a dirty rag out of the duffle and walk over to him, shoving the cloth in his mouth.

  He struggles against his bonds. He knows he isn’t getting out of this, not unless he’s dead or barely able to move.

  I want to get this the fuck over with so I can go be with Wynter.

  “So, what’s your plan for the fucker?” Ace asks, coming to stand right beside me.

  “I want to make this quick since I got shit to do, but he also needs to suffer.”

  I roll up my shirtsleeves to my elbows, my heart racing, the blood pumping through my veins.

  This is going to be some back alley dirty and raw bloodshed. Now that I think about it there is no doubt that in the end this motherfucker will be dead. If he’s lucky.

  I take one more hit off the cigarette, but instead of putting it out on the ground, I walk up to Kevin and stub the butt out in the center of the prick’s head.

  He screams out, and I grin wider.

  Ace chuckles behind me. “Here, you want these,” Ace says, not phrasing it like a question.

  I turn and grab the brass knuckles, slip them through my fingers, and curl my hand into a fist. It feels incredible to have them on.

  I face Kevin again. “Get ready to feel some major pain, fucker,” I say right before I step closer and start beating the fucking shit out of him.

  I deliver an undercut to his jaw, and then a punch to his temple so his head cocks to the side. I start to punch his gut over and over again, loving the sounds of pain coming from him.

  “Let me have a few goes at him,” Ace says, and I step aside, despite not wanting to stop.

  Blood drips from Kevin’s mouth, his lip is busted, and his eyes are swollen. I watch as Ace gives the fucker blow after blow and after a moment steps back, looking at his handiwork.

  I don’t waste any time going back to town on the prick’s body, busting up his ribs now. The grunts, cries, and pleas for me to stop fall on deaf ears.

  I love every fucking minute of it.

  I do have to give the asshole credit; he isn’t begging for his life.

  “How’s it feel to be the one getting the beatdown?” I say with a grin. I slam the brass into the side of Kevin’s head again. His skull cracks to the side. Blood is everywhere, even covering my knuckles and shirt.

  Kevin grumbles and spits out a mouthful of blood. Rearing my arm back, I slam the metal so hard into the side of the bastard’s jaw I hear bone crunch under the onslaught.

  I finally step back and look at my handiwork. Kevin looks like he is a piece of meat that has just gone through the grinder.

  I almost laugh at that.

  Blood is soaked into his shirt, as well as mine, and pieces of flesh have torn off from Kevin’s face, skin and meat barely attached anymore.

  “Not that I give a fuck, but he’s about to check out from blood loss. You better finish it so you get the satisfaction of delivering that final blow,” Ace says from behind me and I can barely hear him from my heavy breathing.

  I desperately want to get back to Wynter, to make sure she is okay and let her know that she’s safe now and Kevin has been taken care of.

  I grab Kevin’s chin in a brutal hold, and bare my teeth. I need to give that final blow while the fucker is still conscious.

  Ace hands me a knife and I take hold of the ten-inch blade.

  “She’s mine, and you’ll never put fear in her again.” Without anything else being said, I start to go to work on Kevin’s face, opening it up, giving him a nice Joker-esque smile. Then I take the blade and slowly slash it across his chest, watching as blood drips down his body and onto the dirty ground.

  He’ll never be able to look in the mirror without seeing the fucking horror I inflicted on him.

  I take a step back and stare at Kevin’s body. We’ll untie him and leave him here, let him crawl his ass back to his place and lick his wounds. “Surely this fucker gets the message now,” I say before turning to face Riley, who is now quivering in fear. “Do I need to send you the same message?”

  He quickly shakes his head and begins pulling at the ropes. “No. Please,” he begs. “I have no desire to ever look in her direction again. I promise. It was a mistake to try to have her as mine, but Kevin never showed her the attention she deserved. I never meant any harm, I swear. I fucking swear.”

  I glance at Ace, who’s eyeing Riley as if he needs this too. “Have at him, brother.”
/>   Ace grins and starts beating the shit out of Riley, letting him know as well that messing with Wynter, or anyone associated with the Locke brothers, means they get fucked up.

  My grin widens as he reaches for his hammer and swings it around before slamming it at Riley, connecting it with his leg.

  Riley screams out in pain and begins crying like a little bitch as the bone snaps.

  I take Ace’s place and get in Riley’s face, so close that our noses are touching. He’s snotting all over me like a fucking baby. “Don’t make us come look for you. This isn’t even half the shit we’re willing to do to you. We’re some savage motherfuckers.”

  Needing to release my anger with one more blow, I swing out and plunge my brass knuckles into the side of his skull.

  Satisfaction swarms me as I watch him go limp in the ropes. Hope both these fuckers have a nice little nap.

  Now it’s time for me to go back to Wynter, to make her see she’s mine and no one fucks with her . . .

  WYNTER

  I’ve been pacing around the living room for the last hour, my heart racing and my chest and neck covered in sweat as I wait to hear anything about Sterling.

  They’ve been gone for hours now and Aston hasn’t gotten any word that they’re okay. Sterling’s phone also keeps going to voicemail.

  I can’t handle the idea that something bad could’ve happened to Sterling. I feel sick to my stomach and somewhat wish I would’ve insisted he just stay with me and forget Kevin, but I knew that wasn’t an option.

  There would’ve been no stopping Sterling from going.

  “The boys are fine.” Kadence steps into the living room with a glass of water. She smiles and hands it to me. “Sterling wouldn’t like you worrying so much about him. He wants you resting and taking care of yourself. The Lockes can handle their shit. Trust me.”

  I grab the glass and take a small drink before setting it down on the coffee table. “I can’t rest. I’ve tried. I haven’t been able to sleep since I woke up late last night. I just keep thinking about Sterling and all the bad things that could possibly happen to him. I can’t stand the thought of him getting hurt.”

  Aston takes the knife that he’s playing with and tosses it across the room and into the wall with a grin. King jumps to his feet as if he hears something. “Looks like the boys are back.”

  I find myself rushing through the door and out to the porch, watching as the SUV comes to a stop at the end of the driveway.

  My gaze stays trained on the passenger side door, waiting for it to open. I can’t stop my heart from beating out of my chest the moment the door opens and Sterling steps out, covered in blood.

  “Sterling!” A surge of panic shoots through me as I run down the steps and through the grass to meet up with the man that’s had me on edge with worry for the last ten hours. “Are you hurt?”

  I reach out and grab his face, running my hands over it, looking for any cuts, before I move down to his chest and arms. Instant relief takes over once I realize that the blood isn’t his.

  But then something else moves through me at the fact this isn’t his blood.

  “I’m fine.” He reaches out and grabs my waist with a small growl, yanking me against his hard body. He moves his hips slightly, showing me that he’s hard. “But I need to shower and get this prick’s blood off me.”

  I let out a surprised gasp as Sterling picks me up and begins walking past his brothers and Kadence and into the house.

  Even when we reach the bathroom, he keeps a hold on me as he pushes open the shower curtain to turn on the water.

  “Is Kevin . . .” I can’t even finish saying the words.

  “He’s still breathing . . .” He places his blood-covered forehead to mine and sets me down on my feet. “I didn’t want him to be when I left, but I let him as a reminder of how badly he fucked up. I wanted him to suffer a pain far worse than a quick death and trust me, he’s suffering right now with half his face missing.”

  The vision of what Kevin must look like now, after Sterling having his violent way with him oddly makes me smile. Maybe I’m just as savage and twisted as the Lockes.

  “He didn’t hurt you at all?” I run my finger over his cheek, wiping some of Kevin’s blood off and watch as he clenches his jaw and moans. “He didn’t touch you?”

  He shakes his head, looking me over with his amber-colored eyes as if he wants to ravish me. “No, baby. He didn’t lay a finger on me and he’ll never lay another finger on you. Not for as long as I fucking live.”

  With that he kicks his boots off and lifts me up. His lips crash hard against mine, claiming every part of my fucking soul and owning me irrevocably. He steps into the shower and presses me against the wall with force.

  His hands work at my shirt, lifting it up and over my head before he tosses it aside and begins running his lips up my neck.

  There’s blood washing down our bodies and down the drain and even that isn’t enough to make this moment any less perfect. I’m with Sterling Locke and that’s all that matters right now.

  His strong body against mine. His teeth digging into my flesh as he continues to undress me. That’s all I’m focused on, but I’m pretty sure the way Sterling takes care of a woman’s needs is enough to distract someone even from death.

  Before I know it, Sterling is crouched down in front of me, ripping my pants and thong from my body before he begins to make his way back up, running his tongue along my flesh.

  I tug at his wet hair, pulling him up to let him know that I need him inside me. I need him filling every part of my body and soul.

  I want him to make love to me before my entire body explodes with need . . .

  STERLING

  I lose it when she tugs on my hair and I want nothing more than to be inside her, claiming every inch of her tight little body.

  Grabbing the back of my soaked shirt, I lift it up over my head and toss it outside the shower. I quickly strip myself of my jeans and boxer briefs until I’m standing nude before Wynter.

  It’s the first time she’s seen me fully naked and from her wide-eyed stare, I’d say she’s more than impressed with what I have to offer her. Maybe even a little scared of me hurting her.

  But I’ll never hurt her. All I want to do is make her feel good. And I will. Fucking hell, I’ll make her feel so damn good she’s screaming my name and begging me for more.

  I pull her body close to mine again, cup the back of her head, and slam my mouth on hers. I force my tongue between her lips, stroking her, making her moan.

  I mouth-fuck her like I’ll be doing between her thighs soon enough.

  Moving around to bite her neck, I turn around and press her back to the wall. I move my hand down her hip and curve it around her ass. I give the mound a squeeze, her skin wet, soft. I’m so hard, stiff like an iron rod between us.

  I lift her leg up and wrap it around my hip, grinding myself against her, needing her to see what she does to me. The little sound she makes has me groaning like an animal.

  “You see what you do to me?” I say against her mouth, kissing her between the words, making her see exactly the kind of arousal I have for her. “You see how hard you make me? You’re the only one who can make me like this, who can make me feel this way.”

  “God, Sterling.”

  She’s panting against my mouth, all but rubbing herself on me. I don’t want to wait. I can’t.

  “Ask me for it. Beg me for the dirty things you want.” I pull away from her and cup the side of her throat, my thumb right below her ear, feeling her pulse beating rapidly. I stare into her eyes, seeing her pupils dilate, and feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest as it presses against mine.

  Yeah, she’s primed for me, ready for me to thrust into her and fuck her good and hard.

  “Go on, baby. Tell me what you want me to do. Show me where you want me.”

  And then she takes my hand in hers and places it right between her thighs, right over her hot, soaking pussy. I clench my j
aw, gritting my teeth at the feel of her. And then I slip two fingers into her cunt, stretching her for me.

  “Right here, Sterling. I want you right here.” She breathes those words out, her warm breath tickling my neck.

  I start pumping my fingers in and out of her and move my thumb to her clit, rubbing it back and forth, over and over again. The sexy little sound she makes goes straight to my fucking cock.

  Before I can come right here, just get off all over her and the bathroom tile, I pull my fingers out and hold them up. I show her the glistening digits and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean.

  “Ask me for it,” I demand, needing her to say the words. “Ask me to fuck you, to fill your tight little pussy and come inside you.”

  “Give it to me, Sterling. I want you inside me. All of you and only you.”

  “Fuck yes, baby.”

  And just like that I grab my cock and stroke it a few times before placing the tip at her entrance. I stare right in her eyes, and without waiting another minute, without torturing us further, I thrust all of my inches into her.

  She throws her head back, her mouth opening, her eyes closing. Wynter cries out, maybe from the sudden movement, or maybe because I’m splitting her in two.

  This way right here, me inside her, our bodies molded together, is the only pain I’ll ever give her.

  But as her hands go to my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh, I know she likes it. She finally looks at me, this flush stealing over her face.

  “God. Yes.”

  I start pumping in and out of her, unable to stop myself from the frenzied motions, unable to be gentle. I have my hands on her hips, digging them into her sensitive skin, most likely leaving marks.

  But I want to leave bruises on her flesh to replace the memories of the bad ones. I want her to look in the mirror and see what I have done to her, how I’ve claimed her.

  And I won’t stop, not until she is fully mine. I’ll make Wynter see that to me she is everything.

  I growl out and quickly flip her around so that her front is against the shower wall, her ass facing me, ready for me to take her in ways that no other man ever has.