Triple Claim: Runaway With The Biker’s Baby

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Kael’s pov

How do you calm yourself when you’re feeling the urge to murder someone?

That was the thought going through my mind over and over again the more I stared down at Zara’s sleeping form. She didn’t need to be hooked to an IV cause according to the doctor, she was fine but stressed out and most of her bruises were thankfully not fresh anymore.

But it wasn’t fine. None of this was fine.

Her fuckass husband, whoever he is, has been putting his hands on her.

On my Zara… he f*****g hurt her.

And for that, he has to die. There’s no two ways about it.

When Micah had called me, asking me to please go rescue his sister, I hadn’t thought twice.

Who knew she was underneath my nose this whole time? Who knew she went ahead and got married to a bloody monster who dared to lay a finger on her?

Again, I felt the anger in my chest start to bloom. I feel so furious that she left. I didn’t give her permission to… disappear like she did. For that, I want to punish her, I imagined doing just that in the past few years. I never predicted that the next time I’d see her would be like this.

“Mommy…” the little girl in my arms said softly and I looked down at her, feeling taken aback again by the sheer resemblance she had to Zara. It was clear that this little girl belonged to Zara, clearly fathered by the man who put his hands on Zara.

Anger bloomed within me again.

This little girl was supposed to be mine.

I’ve fantasized about putting a baby in Zara so much in the past, even when she was dating my stupid brother, one who’d look as pretty as she is, but she went and had a baby for someone else that wasn’t me.

Didn’t she know that she belonged to me?

Well, it didn’t matter. This kid looks just like her mommy so it was fine. The two of them were mine now, and the horrible man who dared to hurt Zara wouldn’t ever see them again.

“Hey, little girl… your mommy has a lot of explaining to do to me.” Like why she suddenly left almost three years ago for one. This little girl who looked to be about a year and a half, tilted her head, regarding me like I was an alien.

I didn’t like kids a lot, and I didn’t have a lot of experience with them. Kids get super scared of me, bursting into tears whenever I come too close.

Surprisingly, this child wasn’t crying yet.

“I might hate your daddy, but I don’t hate you, kid. That’s if you don’t cry though,” I breathed out as I shifted her around in my arms before focusing on Zara again.

After I bursted into that house and saw her and this kid huddled together, I hadn’t asked questions, what had happened what was more than obvious. I had simply drove off to the hospital and here we are right now.

The hospital was not that far from our town, which made me surprised that this whole time, Zara was always close to me but I never realized. Her brother didn’t either. After all, we both searched for her after she suddenly disappeared.

She still looked as pretty as ever, even with the swell in her eyes from how much she’s clearly been crying and the clear stress on her fac e. She was so f*****g gorgeous and heavens… I still wanted her so f*****g bad.

I sent for a nurse and handed Zara’s kid to her, ordering her to watch her until I return. I gave her a few dollar notes, along with a threat.

“If a meet a single scratch on her when I return, you’re f*****g dead.” I tell her and her eyes widened as she nodded fast, clearly already knowing who I am from my pupular reputation.

“O- of course, s- sir.” She stuttered, fear on her face.

Thankfully, the kid didn’t cry when I left, probably cause she could still see her mommy there, asleep on the bed.

I still couldn’t believe Zara is now a f*****g mom.

The sight of the few bruises on Zara was burned into my skull and I was filled with so much rage as I stormed into my club and headed straight for my office, all my workers getting out of my way fast, knowing better than to approach me right now.

“Where are you? I need you to search for someone for me.” I said into my phone after dialing a number.

Roberto.

He was one of the best people I knew when it came to snipping people out.

“Give me the details, boss.” He responded instantly and after rattling off Zara’s name, and telling him I’d like to know the person she’s been married to for years, I ended the call, still seething as I walked off to the mini bar in here to pour myself a drink.

“Boss?” A tentative knock echoed off the door, followed by Tina’s voice. Tina worked for me here in the club, she was in charge of my strippers.

“Yes?” I barked.

“Damon is here.”

I paused his drink before it got to my mouth, then an amused scoff left my mouth.

“Let him in.” I responded and downed the entire glass of Martell just before the door flew open, hitting the wall hard.

Damon stood in the doorway, seething. His hand was clenched at his side as he stalked in and slammed the door closed.

“You bastard!” He gritted out with so much hatred that filled the air. “You just interfered, and ruined one of my businesses… again. How f*****g dare you?” He was vibrating with so much anger as he stopped in front of me, and if looks could kill, I’d be already dead.

“Stop screaming, you’re giving me a headache.” I rolled my eyes, knowing it would set him off even more and it did.

“You f*****g… I’m gonna break your nose!” He swung, aiming for my nose but I easily caught his hand and used it to haul him forward and twist his hand behind him, then I spinned us around and pinned him against the wall with my body, my front against his back.

“Trying to hit me…? Now, now, you know that’s going too far. I’d never allow that and I allow you to get away with a lot of things.” I drawled lowly, my lips brushing his ear and my body pressed flushed against his.

“f**k you, asshole! And get off me!” He bucked angrily, cussing me out and trying to push me off, but of course he failed. I was way stronger than him even though he was all almost as tall as me.

I scoffed, grinding my hard c**k agsinst his ass. “Like you want me to. You f*****g want my c**k pounding your throat, you’re practically gagging for it,” I informed him, tension trumming around my entire veins. I was worked up from all the anger bubbling within me since I saw Zara in the state she presently is and whenever I get like that, I either needed to torture someone until they drop dead, or I get off.

With Damon here right now, getting off it was.

“Like hell I do, go f**k yourself, asshole.” He hurled at me as he managed to free an arm and punched me square in the jaw and free himself of my grip.

“I’m not one of your f*****g whores.” He shoved at my chest, snarling.

But that reminded me of a bunny trying to brat out.

With my jaw throbbing, I slammed him hard against the wall, pinning his hands to his sides. “Enough, Damon, or I’m gonna punish you.” I growled, shoving a leg between his.

As expected, he was hard and throbbing. I grounded my thigh over it hard, and he tried push me off, scowling and threatening to kill me, but he was soon panting and clearly trying to bite his moans off, but it ended up tearing out of his throat, the throaty sound echoing through my soundproof office.

“Yeah, that’s it, slut. You want me, I know you do, your body would always betray you.” I informed him, a smirk on my lips.

“f**k you. I’ll kill you,” he groaned weakly as his head thumped against the wall behind him and I barked out a soft laugh.

“Yeah, you go ahead and try, but that’s till later. Right now, you’re gonna suck my c**k,”

“Like hell I will!” He bit out admist a few moans. It was comical to watch him stare at me with so much hatred while also rutting against my thigh.

A hatred which was mutual between us.

This sick game between us started about a year ago when we both clashed at a raided warehouse while thinking it was done by either of us, but the culprit ended up being another person entirely. That night, in the middle of the fight, we somehow ended up atop each other, hard as hell.

Even though we now got off together here and there, we still hated each other a lot, and sometimes when in the middle of one of our numerous fights, I usually don’t know if I want to put a bullet through his head or if I want to choke him on my c**k.

Right now though, I want him on his knees for me.

“Get on your knees, Damon.”