Bullied Mate Of The Biker Brothers

8. OFFSETTING HIS ANGER

{KYRO}

"Bastard!" I bellowed, still enraged at Vance as I stepped into my room alone.

I could not believe he stood against me— his own blood because of a lowly degenerate b***h.

Slamming my room door closed, I lowered my gaze to the torn vest. Blood seeping from the cuts in my skin. Some parts had already healed, but the remaining wounds were kept open by the shards still lodged in me.

He'd pay for this. For hurting his own brother.

A flicker of contempt twisted at my lips as I ripped off the vest and let the ragged strips fall to the ground. I began to tug at each cut, my fingers fighting to grasp the shard.

One by one, I pried them free, blood welling with each removal. Although, my wounds were closing up immediately after.

My teeth gritted as I proceeded to remove the largest piece half lodged in my chest.

"f*****g hell!" A groan tore out of the back of my throat as I eventually wrenched it out.

The pain subsided at once, and my wounds had begun to knit back together. Soon, my skin was restored as if nothing happened.

I proceeded to the bathroom, had a quick bath to wash off the blood stains on my skin. When I came out with a towel around my waist, Jett was there. He perched on the edge of the bed, his eyes on mine.

"What should we do with Vance?" He asked.

"I don't know," I answered flatly. "We will deal with rescuing our sister while he continues to pound that p***y since that's all he cares about."

"There has to be more to this, Kyro," Jett added, his brows drawn in displeasure. "Vance has never gotten into a brawl with us because of a girl. The only time we've fought was—"

"— Over bicycles when we were eight.”

Jett nodded, a sly smile twisting his lips.

I quickly pulled on a pair of fresh pants, a brown vest, and a white leather jacket with a touch of brown.

"Do you want to step out to the club with me?" Jett asked. "We could strategize on how to capture Mirabel's abductor before he calls in the morning?"

"Put a call across to Stevon. Tell him to meet us at nine in the biker's workshop. He's good with tracking and will be able to tap Mirabel's smart watch and find her location as her abductor calls again.” I instructed.

"Oh, that's true," Jett snapped his fingers. "Mirabel has a smart watch, how could I have forgotten that?"

"Right," I said, picking up my phone from the bed and dumping it into my pocket. "That fucker wouldn't know what hit him when we get our hands on him in the morning. He'd regret ever messing with us, and our sister." I swore before heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Jett queried.

"I need to clear my head…a ride should do it. I will be back by 8."

I opened the door and left the room before Jett could question me further.

Once outside of the mansion, I swung my leg over my motorcycle and headed straight for my girlfriend's house.

Ama lived ten kilometers away from me. As a busy girl in charge of her father's warehouse, we barely see each other unless we've made out plans.

The night air whipped past me as I sped through the empty streets. Ten kilometers felt longer with my thoughts racing, and in less than twenty minutes, I was at Ama’s apartment.

The time was 4:05 AM. I slipped around the bungalow, climbing carefully to her window. With one shove, the single-hung sash window slid up, giving me enough entry.

Inside, I strode across the room and peeled off the duvet from her body. She jumped, startled at the sign of an intrusion but relaxed when she realized it was me.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" She asked, confused.

I didn't respond.

She flipped on the bedside lamp and checked her phone. "It's 4:12 in the morning, did something happen, my love?"

Again, I said nothing. Instead, I began to pull off my pants, then my leather jacket, and lastly my vest.

Luckily, she had no clothes on, so I slipped into the bed and settled between her thighs.

"Talk to me, Kyro." She persisted, her voice laced with worry. "Did something happen? Why do you seem so mad?"

Not wanting to talk about my fight with my brother, I claimed her lips fully, and she moaned in response. My fingers circled her c******s gently, sensually until it was moistened enough to welcome me. And then, I slammed my c**k into her in one deep thrust.

"Ah, f**k!" She tore her lips from mine and threw her head back, moaning softly. "Yes, Kyro. f**k!"

As she lay in the sheets, my hand worked its way on one of her breasts, fondling her hardened n****e. Gradually, I began picking up my strokes.

"Talk to me, Kyro." She said in a breathless whisper. "Tell me what's going on, please."

I exhaled sharply, feeling the rage dissipate quickly into thin air as tides of ecstasy flooded through me.

She threw her arms around my waist, pulling me tighter to her, and then our lips crashed again.

The kiss was passionate...full of extreme longing and sensuality.

Ama and I met through her father, our financial advisor. He had been a perfect confidant and ally of the Storm family.

On that day, he came to the Christmas party we had organised in our front yard three years ago. My eyes befell Ama's beauty, and since then, we've been inseparable.

I was Ama's first kiss, first sex...everything. She had found her mate a year before we met when she was eighteen, but he died shortly after in a ghastly car crash.

Bad to say I was thankful because she became mine fully, and I wasn't willing to give her up for anything. Not even for a tramp called my mate.

"I—I love you, Kyro." Ama moaned into my ears, her sweet voice undoing something inside of me.

As our sweat-slicked bodies moved perfectly against one another, a thrill travelled through me and my whole body trembled. "I'm going to c*m,"

"Yes, Baby." She traced her fingers across my jawline. "c*m for me, daddy."

That sweet voice undid me faster than a streak of lightning. A shudder ran through me, every muscle taut with release as I finally came undone.

By now, my anger had completely vanished.

I pulled out and rolled over to the side, my arm possessively wrapping around Ama beside me.

"Do you want to talk about it now, Ky?" Her voice quivered, proof of our flawless intimacy.

"There's this cunt Vance brought home as our mate. He—"

"—Wait what?" She jumped, her eyes narrowed with concern. "Your mate?"

"Yes, she is mated to all three of us."

"How is that even possible?" She snorted in disbelief. "One woman to three men?"

"Yes, Ama." I affirmed. "She's the one behind the unsettling situation at the mansion."

"And what do you think of her, Kyro?" Ama asked, her lips thinning as she waited for my response.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing, baby. She is a dirty, low-class slut. I'd never have anything to do with her except you, my love."

"But since she's your mate too, wouldn't there be an attraction?" She pushed further.

I held on to her forearm, our eyes fixated on each other. "You're the only woman in my life, Ama. No other woman is ever taking your place, I assure you."

A small smile flashed across her lips as she planted a kiss on mine. "Let me come over to the mansion for a while. Daddy already gave me a month off. I can spend the new year at your place and remind her of her f*****g place."

That was a good idea.

With Ama at the mansion, Lumira would be in for a new ride of drama.

And as long as Mirabel wasn't back safely in the house, Lumira would not be allowed to leave.

That tramp should brace up. Her life was about to go down a very, very rough lane.

"Yes, baby. Pack your things and come over in the morning. You can stay in my room, keep an eye on her while we are out, and make sure she feels the heat of your presence."