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  She spots me and smiles genuinely. Brooke is always happy to see me as I am her. I was never allowed to see her much after I got married, my father wouldn't allow it, he said I had my own life now, and Brooke wasn't part of that. I'd spent our whole lives protecting her from my father and his constant beatings. As soon as I wasn't there anymore, his attention turned to her.

  I will forever hate myself for what she went through, but I will always be proud of her for finally plucking the courage to be with the man she loves.

  Brooke practically skips towards me, her yellow summer dress flowing around her knees, and l see her baby belly showing through. “Hey, sis. To what do I owe the pleasure twice in one week?” She kisses my cheek, and I wince, hoping she didn't notice.

  She did.

  She squints her eyes while taking a seat beside me at the small round table I acquired for us. “Your cheek is bruised, and your lips busted.” She points out the obvious. I guess the makeup I used to hide the bruise on my cheek didn't work. “We're also inside. Take your sunglasses off.”

  Great.

  Slowly, I pull them off my face and look up at her.

  “Oh, Marnie,”

  “It looks worse than it is.”

  “Marnie,” Brooke leans in closer. “You have two black eyes! I dread to think where else you have bruises.” I lower my eyes. I feel foolish enough without my baby sister, giving me a lecture. “Babe,” She takes my hand in hers, gently squeezing it. “I hate seeing you like this. You're my sister, and I want the best for you. I'm so scared for you, Marnie, I'm scared that one day soon I'm going to get a phone call to let me know that he's finally killed you.”

  “I know, that's why I left him, Brooke.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “I'm serious. I can't take it anymore. Please, I need your help.”

  “Of course. Anything.”

  “I need a place to stay. Just until I find a place...”

  “You can stay with me,” She cuts me off in a hurry with a smile. She squeezes my hand again. “We have room, and I wouldn't be able to rest if you were anywhere else. I'd just worry that Paul would find you. You'll be safe with me.”

  I smile. She's such a good sister, a good person. “Are you sure Hawk won't mind?”

  “Hawk will be just fine with it. He knows what you mean to me, and that man loves me.” She giggles to herself. He does love her; he loves her more than anything. You only have to look at him to see that.

  “He doesn't want you with Paul either. The only reason he hasn't beaten the asshole to death is that I asked him not to, and I only asked him not to because you didn't want that. Besides, Gabriel will love having his aunt Marnie around.” I do love that little boy so much.

  “Okay, but it'll only be for a little while.”

  “Do you need help collecting your stuff?”

  “No,” I shake my head. “Everything I need is in the trunk of my car.”

  A decaf tea each later, and we're laughing about old times. The few memories we had that were good. Brooke hasn't mentioned anything about the bruises other than what she said earlier, but I know she's dying to. It's all well and good hiding the truth about Paul, but what good has that done for me in the past?

  No, I'm done pretending everything is fine. I'm done letting people think that I'm happy when I'm not, and I'm done putting everyone else first. It's time I put me first for a change.

  “Can I ask one more thing of you?”

  “Sure, Marnie, what's up?”

  “I'm pregnant.” I'm not one for beating around the bush. I don't see the point of faffing around when you can get straight to the point.

  Brooke's eyes are so wide, and I know what she's thinking. How am I pregnant when my husband can't have children?

  “I'm not going into it right now, Brooke, but obviously the baby isn't Paul's. I slept with someone else a couple of months ago. I'm not proud of myself, but... I don't know, Brooke.”

  “Is this the reason Paul beat you? Because he found out you cheated?”

  “No,” I shake my head. “He did that because he's a dumb fuck. I cheated once, he cheated... I lost count years ago. Look, I slept with a guy at your wedding, and he got me pregnant. It was reckless, but I can't change it. I won't feel guilty about it either because I have wanted this for longer than I can remember.” That's the truth.

  I didn't sleep with Draven Vidal in hopes he'd impregnate me, the thought never entered my head. He was nice to me, and he made me feel things no one else ever has. I should have known the man would have super sperm to go along with that monster cock. I guess I knew deep down when he came inside of me that we'd end up like this.

  “I know. Wanna tell me who the father is?”

  “Well, that's what I need your help with.” I shift uncomfortably. Might as well just get on with it. “The man I slept with is Draven. Draven Vidal.”

  “What the hell?!”

  “I know, okay?” I hiss between my teeth while looking around the coffee shop. People are looking! “I didn't know who he was, Brooke. He was nice to me, nothing like I'd heard. No one has ever treated me the way he did. He treated me like I was worth something. We had an amazing night together,” I smile at the memory. Inappropriate right now, I know.

  “Point is, I need you to help me get a meeting with him. Because regardless of who he may be, he's my child's father, and every child deserves to know both parents. So will you help me?”

  Brooke looks at me for a long moment before nodding her head.

  Good, but it needs to be today. I will not wait around.

  Chapter Two

  Draven

  I'm a tough guy.

  A hardened man.

  A dangerous man.

  I can handle anything, and everything life has to throw at me, but what I can't handle is clingy women. Serves me right for fucking everything that moves. Everything with a pussy between its legs, at least. Why the hell shouldn't I? I'm Draven Vidal, Mob Boss. King of my fucking world!

  I'm not a liar, and I don't lead women on, I tell them what they're getting from me right off the bat. Half an hour if they're lucky. Two hours if I'm in the mood for more. Shit, I fuck some women all night long if I feel like it. I'm a man with a lot of energy. Never has one been to my home, I'm not about that shit, I take them to fancy hotels and give them the night of their lives. One thing they have to get through their thick skulls is that I fuck you, then I'm done with you — end of story.

  So what do I do with clingy women? Fuck all. Once I'm done, I'm done. There are no gifts to keep you quiet, and no presents as a thank you. I'll have someone drop you home; I'm not irresponsible, I wouldn't put a woman in danger. Unless she's too much of psycho, then I'll pop a cap in the bitch.

  There are a couple of things you should know about me. I'm a stone-cold killer with no conscience. I wouldn't say I don't have a heart, I do, however, it's all but dead.

  There are but a few things I give a damn about in this life, my sister, my half-brother, their spouses – because they love them – my little niece, my nephews, my cousin and her children, and this, my crime family. I have fuck all in this life but them.

  I'm no longer married, have no kids of my own, and although I'd love a son to carry on my name, I do not intend to get remarried. Draven Vidal will never give what's left of his cold heart to another woman. Evil fucking creatures, they take your soul, suck you dry, and leave you bleeding on the floor like you're nothing but shit to them.

  That's not to say I won't fuck a tight cunt when one comes my way, and they always come my way. Every woman wants to be fucked by the Don. They bend over fucking backward to please me because of who I am. Its never been any different since the first time I fucked a woman. They don't know the real me, so how can they want me? I was okay with that until I met that beautiful woman during a wedding I attended a few months ago.

  Pretty little blonde thing. She had not a clue who I was. I saw it in her eyes when she looked at me, which, to me, was fucking crazy. Everyone knows who I am, o
r so I thought.

  Even when I told her my name it meant nothing to her. Okay, I'll be honest, I didn't actually tell her my name, just the abbreviated version. The point is, she didn't recognize me, and you have no idea how much I fucking loved that. The fact that she genuinely didn't know who I was, and the fact she wanted me for me, for the man she saw in front of her. Shit, it gave me the biggest hard-on of my life!

  She went with me willingly to my apartment, the first woman I've ever taken there. I could have taken her back to my house, but as I said, I don't bring women back to my house. She asked why I had a driver, and if I was a wealthy businessman. I laughed and told her, yes. She asked me nothing else; she just followed my lead a little too trustingly.

  Her body was everything I'd been looking for in a woman. Long, toned legs that wrapped around my waist like they were made just for that reason. Lips so fucking soft the second they touched my skin, I was lost to her. No one has ever gotten me like that. I loved fucking her all night long even more. Christ, she was fucking tight! Never in my life have I come so hard as I did with that woman.

  Marnie.

  She was everything the bitch from last night was not. Christ, I can't get her out of my head. It's been months since that night, and she's still invading my thoughts. She must have had some voodoo powers to do this to me when no one else ever could.

  I thought about contacting Marine once or twice. I mean, after she walked out on me before I'd woken up and fucked her one last time, I wanted to give her a piece of my mind!

  My research pulled up the fact that the woman was married. Doesn't bother me that she cheated on her husband, the piece of shit probably didn't give her what she needed. Hell, from the way I made her scream, I'd say it was a given. It's not my problem women cheat on their men for one night with me. It's a power thing. I don't give a shit about the aftermath either. I've had husbands come barging into my restaurant like they think they can take me on. I know its anger and betrayal on their part, but one thing you don't do is believe you can get close enough to the Don to see the smirk on his face at your pain. You'd be dead before that happened.

  Not that Marnie's husband ever came looking for me. Little witch probably went home and fucked him right after fucking me. It wasn't even that, that had me giving up the idea of finding her. It was the information brought to me letting me know that Marnie was, in fact, the sister of one of the Snakes Henchmen MC's girls, the MC my half-brother belongs to, the MC my sister and cousin married into. Brooke, my damn employee!

  What are the fucking odds? I swore I'd never go there! A man like me fucking a woman with ties to a damned MC? How fucking stupid would that make me look after everything I put both Avery and Maria through because of that MC?

  I'm a stupid fuck, though, because how the hell could I not have realized she had something to do with that bullshit club when I met her there? I was at the wedding of Hawk and Brooke. Why the fuck did I even go? Because Brooke is a good girl, and she works hard for my restaurant. She has a good heart, and she asked me to go.

  How could I have known she was related to Marnie though? Apart from the blonde hair and blue eyes, they don't look alike. Marnie could have just been a friend for all I knew. I asked her if she was Groom or Bride side, she told me she knew Brooke. She never elaborated, and I didn't ask. More fool me.

  I won't be going looking for her again, even if I can't get her out of my head, even if I can't find a woman to satisfy me the way she did. Not even my ex-wife could satisfy me the way Marnie did, and that's saying something when the woman was a nympho.

  It's time for me to forget about Marnie Simpson and move the fuck on with my life.

  “Boss?” Tony, my most trusted man, my second in command, calls while opening the door to my office. The office I keep at the back of my restaurant. Well, come on, even mob bosses need a legit business to keep the law at bay. “There's a little lady out here asking for you.” He says with a smile.

  I smile to myself because I know exactly whom he means by, Little lady.

  “Drayban!” She shouts with the sweetest little giggle. “My wan cam nin!”

  “Let her in.” Tony nods, laughs and opens the door for her to run inside. She looks so fucking adorable in her pretty pink dress, and her dark hair tied up in pigtails at the side of her head. She looks just like her mother did when she was a baby.

  Jessica, my little niece, is not yet two years of age, but she speaks and acts like a ten-year-old, and she's my fucking world. Yeah, I've got a soft spot for kids, so shoot me.

  I get out of my seat and crouch down with my arms wide open as she runs to me. “Hello, gorgeous girl.”

  “Hi, gorzus boy,” I chuckle at her, kiss her cheek, and stand my full height while still holding her.

  “Sorry, Dray,” I hate anyone shortening my name, and there aren't many people in this world that could get away with it, but my sister? I'll answer to whatever she wants to call me. “She ran off when she realized where we were. You know how excited she gets when she sees you.”

  I do know. This pretty little princess loves her uncle. “Don't worry,” I kiss my beautiful sister's cheek. “You know I don't mind seeing this little angel.”

  My sister is twelve years my junior, and I practically raised her. I was beyond angry when she came to me and told me she was pregnant with the baby of an MC's Vice President. I was pissed off when she told me that she wanted to marry him, but impressed that she wanted to do the right thing where her child was concerned.

  I wouldn't allow it, refused point-blank to let that piece of shit marry my sister. I even arranged her marriage to one of my men. I had no idea I was killing her by doing it. How was I to know she'd fallen for him?

  I should have known it would just be a repeat of what happened with Avery. I should have realized I'd be killing my little sister as much as I was my cousin. The difference was I knew Avery was in love with Ghost, that's why she tried to take her own life. Maria? I didn't think she loved Jett. They'd been together one night, not months like Avery and Ghost had. I thought Maria just wanted a father for her baby. I thought I could find someone better than that biker filth.

  It took my brother going on at me for weeks to make me understand what I was doing to Maria. I was hurting her, and she is the last person on earth I would hurt. It's not like Jett gave up easily, the motherfucker wouldn't stay away from her, no matter what I threatened him with. In the end, I gave them my blessing because Maria means everything to me. All I have ever wanted was for her to be happy. If Jett made her happen, then I had to swallow my pride and let her be with him.

  I almost lost Maria just before Jessica was born. Our father kidnapped her. Tried to use her to get to me so that he could take over the family, as he believed he should've done in the first place. If he hadn't fucked up big time, he would have.

  He wasn't banking on the son he fathered with his second wife, the son born after me and before Maria, my biker brother, coming to the rescue. He helped me save our sister, and he became our true brother that day. The three of us now have a close bond. I would kill for either of my siblings, and I know my brother, Hammer, as he goes by, although his given name is Sam, would do the same thing.

  “You know I don't mind squeezing her giblets.” I wink at Maria, who rolls her eyes and laughs. My niece laughs happily as I playfully squeeze her. “What brings you here today?”

  My sister takes a seat in the chair in front of my desk, while holding her arms out to Jessica, who promptly shakes her head in refusal to leave my arms. She wraps her little arms around my neck and kisses my cheek. Maria sighs and rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. “There's something we need to talk about.”

  “Oh?” I take a seat in my leather chair, placing my niece on my lap, facing her mother, and letting her play with the pens on my desk.

  “It's about Marnie.” I raise an eyebrow. I've been stupidly thinking about her today, and now my sister is here bringing her up. What are the odds? “Don't give me that look, you'
re my big brother, I know you. You nor Sam can lie to me about anything without me knowing the truth. You slept with her, didn't you?”

  “And that's your business how?” My niece laughs when I tickle her. Anything to distract from whatever it is Maria wants to talk about.

  “It's my business when my best friend calls me and asks me to set up a meeting between you and Marnie. I'm not sure what she needs to talk to you about, Draven, but it must be important if she's willing to beg.”

  I scratch my jaw with my fingernail. The woman walked out without so much as a goodbye, and now she wants to see me? I can't deny that having her in my office for even a moment would quell some of the pent up frustration I'm feeling right now. To pin her against the wall, rip those little panties from her body, squeeze my fat cock into her tight cunt and fuck her six ways to Sunday, and...

  “Draven, are you even listening?”

  No, I'm thinking about fucking your friend's sister.

  “Yes. Marnie wants to see me. You have no idea why. What makes her think that I'd even want to see her for any reason?”

  “Because I know you're not that heartless. Marnie's husband beat the hell out of her last night, Dray, and it wasn't the first time.”

  My nostrils flare in anger. One thing I hate, one thing I won't tolerate is a man who beats his woman. I don't give a shit how far she pushes, how much she's asking for it, a real man never raises his hand to a woman. I watched my father beat the shit out of my mother too many times to know it's not right.

  “Brooke said that Marnie has two black eyes, bruises everywhere, and he doesn't even know that she cheated with you. Can you imagine what he'll do to her if he finds out?”