Resist me, p.16
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         Part #3 of Men of Inked series by Chelle Bliss
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  happen?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair.

  “Don’t they teach you anything at the mighty FBI? You don’t fucking mix personal and business. Ever.”

  “James, wouldn’t you call sleeping with Izzy a conflict of interest there, buddy?” A smug grin spread across his face.

  “Fucker, I didn’t bring her into my world. I went to her, never the other way around.”

  Thomas walked out of the office, motioning to us to follow. I grabbed my gun as I climbed out, and we both ran toward him on quiet feet.

  “Room 103. Guy inside said he only saw Rebel and no one else,” Thomas informed us, pulling the magazine from his gun and looking at it. “Ready?” he whispered, stopping before the room and jamming the magazine back in place.

  We nodded, removing the safeties from our guns as we approached the room that hopefully held Izzy.

  Thomas motioned to Flash to stand in the parking lot, pointing to his eyes and then around the exterior of the building. Flash was to be our lookout. Thomas lifted his chin, standing off to the side as I used my leg and reared up, kicking in the door.

  Charging into the room, I looked around and saw Izzy lying on the bed, unconscious. My heart sank as I ran to her. A heat and searing pain sliced through my arm as a loud bang filled the room. My body jerked sideways as I reached for her.

  I didn’t look or stop to help Thomas; he could handle Rebel without a doubt. He’d given me a task and I’d follow it—save Izzy and get her the fuck out.

  I carried her outside as another gunshot went off. She looked like an angel, resting and blissfully unaware of the shit going down. As I laid her on the hood of my car, I grabbed her face and placed my ear near her nose. She was breathing and reeked of liquor. I lifted her arms, studying every surface of her body. She was unharmed and had simply passed the fuck out.

  “Watch her!” I yelled at Flash before running back into the room.

  Kicking the door closed, I took in the scene before me. Thomas had Rebel on his knees with the gun to his head. Rebel was bleeding from his leg, his hands behind his head and his chin up in defiance.

  “I want to know how you found out about me,” Thomas roared, his hand almost shaking as he held it to the top of Rebel’s head.

  “Go fuck yourself,” Rebel sneered, spit flying from his mouth as he spoke.

  I stepped forward, wondering what I should do next. I was torn between my duty to the DEA and my feelings for Izzy. Rebel knew information that could end her life and Thomas’s.

  Thomas raised his hand, smacking Rebel with the butt of his gun. “You want to get out of this room alive? You better start fucking talking.”

  “You’re a traitor and a fucking rat. You might as well kill me, because I’ll put your ass in the ground otherwise. I’m dead either way,” Rebel bit out, wincing from the pain. “I brought you in and helped you move up the ranks. Fucking shoot me, you pussy.”

  “Who. The. Fuck. Knows?” Thomas said, moving to stand in front of Rebel with the gun still trained on his head.

  “Fucking sucks not knowing something, doesn’t it, Blue?” Rebel growled, kneeling and bleeding all over the floor.

  Thomas moved quickly, pointing the gun at Rebel’s shoulder and pulling the trigger. Rebel’s body swayed backward before he righted himself.

  “First chance I get, I’m going to taste the pussy on your beautiful sister.” Rebel laughed.

  I closed my eyes, seeing red as my stomach turned at the thought of Izzy being in danger. Fisting one hand at my side with my gun still in the other, I fought the urge to push Thomas out of the way and shoot the motherfucker in the head myself.

  “I bet she tastes as fucking sweet as she looks.” Rebel smiled, bringing his hand to his face and licking his fingers.

  I couldn’t stand the shitty look on his face. I didn’t want to listen to him talk about Izzy anymore. Lunging forward, I pushed Thomas out of the way, and Rebel’s eyes grew wide.

  I pulled the trigger, watching Rebel’s body fall back in a heap on the shaggy green carpet. Leaning over his bloodied body, I spat in his face. “Rot in hell, motherfucker!” I shouted, a growl rising in my throat.

  “What the fuck?” Thomas asked, hitting my arm.

  I looked at him and shook my head. “You two would never be safe with that motherfucker around. He deserved to die.”

  “I didn’t get the information out of him,” Thomas groaned as he sat on the bed.

  “No one knew. If they did, he would’ve had backup here with him. He had to know we were going to come after him.”

  He sighed, setting his gun next to him on the bed. “You’re right. Fuck, this complicates shit with the club.”

  “Only thing it does is move you up higher in the ranks, brother,” I said, sitting next to him and staring at Rebel’s body as the blood almost reached my boots. “What do you want to do with the body?” I asked, debating if we should bury him somewhere along the highway or make it look like a setup.

  “You take Izzy home and Flash and I will handle it,” Thomas said, standing from the bed as he stuck his gun in his waistband. “Is she okay, James?”

  “Izzy?” I asked, nodding. “Yeah, she’s just passed out. Hopefully she won’t remember a damn thing.”

  “Fuck. No one can know about Rebel’s death. Got me? No one besides the few people we called. Especially Izzy. Do not tell her.” Thomas moved toward the door and walked out.

  I stood and rubbed my face with my hands. When had my life gotten so fucking difficult? Everything used to be so damn simple.

  Thomas was hovering over her, checking her for injuries when I stepped outside.

  “I checked her. She’s fine,” I said, pushing him away and scooping her into my arms. “I’ll get her home.”

  He nodded, glaring at me as I held his sister in my arms. She nuzzled my neck as tiny whimpers fell from her lips.

  “Shh, doll. Sleep,” I whispered in her ear as I held her body tightly.

  “Flash!” Thomas yelled, causing Flash to jump.


  “Get your ass in the room. Let’s get Rebel and get the fuck out of here. James is taking Izzy home,” Thomas said, motioning toward the motel room.

  Flash looked at Izzy and me, then nodded at Thomas before disappearing into the room.

  I laid Izzy in the front seat. “You be careful, brother,” I said as I gently closed the car door, trying not to wake her.

  Thomas stepped closer, standing toe to toe with me. “I’ll text you when it’s done. Keep her safe,” he said, holding out his hand to me.

  “You’re okay with this?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.

  “Fuck no. I’m still going to kick your ass when everything is said and done, but for now, you make sure she’s okay.”

  “I’ll wait until she wakes up and then I’ll head back up to make sure shit doesn’t go down in the MC.”

  “No, you stay clear until you get the all-clear from me. Do not come back. Stay with her and don’t leave her side. Do you understand me?”

  “I can’t leave you without backup,” I said, shaking my head. I didn’t like it one bit.

  “I’ll be fine, James.”

  “I can’t bear the thought of losing you, Thomas. You’re like a brother to me, man.”

  “I don’t have time to stand here and argue with your stubborn ass. Let me ask you this: Do you love her?” he asked, lifting his chin and motioning toward his sister with his head.

  My feelings for Izzy ran deep—deeper than they had for anyone ever before. Was it love? To be truthful with myself and him, I replied, “Yes.”

  “Then keep her safe, James. I can handle the club, and Bobby will be around for help. Flash too. Now get the fuck out of here and take her home. Make sure she’s sleeping.”

  “Not a problem,” I said, smiling and turning my back to get in the car.

  My head jerked to the side, pain shooting across my jaw as his fist connected with my face. I turned quickly, g
aping at him.

  “What the fuck was that for?” I asked, rubbing my jaw.

  “Keep your dick in your pants,” he said before leaving me standing outside with a stupid-ass grin on my face. “Get your fucking arm looked at too.”

  “I’ll patch up my arm when I get her home,” I said, touching the wound on my arm. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t dealt with before. I could patch it up with a first aid kit and a knife.

  I pulled away as he closed the door, leaving them behind and speeding toward Izzy’s before she woke.

  Chapter 17 - Dreams

  I squinted, covering my eyes as I cracked open an eye. Everything in my body ached. My head throbbed and my stomach churned—both casualties of having overindulged the night before. Reaching out, I grabbed a spare pillow and yanked, trying to cover my face. The pillow didn’t move, stopped by something heavy. Turning, I saw him. I had to still be fucking drunk.

  Rubbing my eyes, I looked to my side again and saw James sprawled out and naked at my side. The sheet had slipped below his waist, showing off a very erect and hungry-looking cock.

  I turned away, staring at the ceiling and wondering exactly how fucked up I had been. I didn’t remember him coming over—or even inviting him, for that matter. I bit my lip while trying to remember the events of the previous night.

  I remembered leaving the club with help from Mia, and the girls bringing me inside. I didn’t remember the car ride at all. Although hazy, I remembered them leaving me dressed on the couch before I heard the door close.

  How the fuck had James gotten here? Did I have sex with him again and this time didn’t actually remember it?

  Covering my face with both hands, I played the night before back like a movie. Drinks, home, sleep…and then Green Eyes. I’d thought I’d dreamt him showing up in my house and scooping me off the couch, but I hadn’t.

  The churning in my stomach increased as liquid climbed my throat. After rolling out of bed, I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. I grabbed the toilet, not bothering to lift the lid before I emptied the contents that were coming out one way or another.

  Heaving over and over again, I prayed for something cool and comforting. As the urge to throw up passed, I rested my head against the cool plastic toilet seat. “I’ll never drink like that again,” I whispered. “Just make me feel better and I’ll swear off alcohol forever,” I promised God, even though I knew it was a vow I wouldn’t be able to keep.

  Moaning, I sprawled out on the tile floor, resting my cheek against the cold surface. I hated being cold, but right now, it was the only thing I craved. My body was covered in sweat and I felt like I was on fire. When I closed my eyes, the only sound I heard was my breathing as I wished for death or sleep. Anything was better than how awful I felt.

  “Up you go, beautiful,” James said as he scooped me into his arms.

  “Leave me here,” I whispered, wishing for the cold tile instead of the heat from his body. “I wanna die.”

  “Shh. I’ll make you feel better,” he whispered, feathering kisses against my forehead.

  “Don’t even think about sex,” I groaned, lifting my head to look at him.

  He wrinkled his brows and smirked. “I’m not an asshole, doll. It wasn’t even a thought in my mind.”

  “What’s that poking me in the ass?” I said, laying my head against his chest.

  “My dick has a mind of its own.” He laughed, gently placing me in my bed and pulling up the blankets.

  I touched his arm, running my fingers along the bandage. “What happened?” I asked, looking up at him.

  “Nothing for you to worry about, Izzy. Just a small wound,” he said, cupping his bicep in his hand.

  I kicked at the sheets, using all my energy to keep the heat at bay. “I’m so fucking hot. I don’t want blankets,” I whined, moving the sheets off my body and sprawled out stark naked.

  “Kinda hard not to think about fucking you when you’re lying like that, Izzy,” James groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

  “Stop looking and make yourself useful.” I closed my eyes and motioned for him to go away.

  “What would you like, mistress?” he asked, a lightness in his voice.

  “Fetch me something cold, and medicine for my head.” I dismissed him with my hand as the corners of my lips twitched. I wanted to laugh but stayed in character. The playful side of James was something I hadn’t really experienced before, but I sure as fuck liked it.

  “How about I grab a giant fan and keep a cool breeze flowing across your skin?”

  I opened my eyes, taking in the sight of James standing at the end of my bed, naked as the day he was born, with a smile on his face.

  “Leave me in peace. Go fetch my things,” I demanded, throwing my arm across my face to block out the light.

  “Right away.”

  I moved my arm, making space enough for me to watch him walk away. I giggled softly as his beautifully naked ass strutted toward the door. He looked over his shoulder and winked, catching me peeking at him. I didn’t have the energy, or else I would’ve thrown a pillow at him before he walked out.

  I rubbed my face, trying to calm the throbbing in my head. It felt like the drummer from Anthony’s band was inside, banging away on the cymbals.

  The bed dipped, and I opened my eyes to see a smiling James staring at my flesh like a rabid dog. “Down, boy,” I teased, pushing myself up on my elbows. “The last thing I’m thinking about is sex.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered, handing me the aspirin and water. “It’s all I can think about when I’m around you.”

  “Do men ever grow up?” I asked before placing the pills in my mouth and taking a gulp of water.

  “I sure as hell fucking hope not.” He took the water from my hand and set it on the nightstand.

  Lying back down, I sighed and closed my eyes. His fingertips began to trail a path up my arms, moving gently across my skin. The light touches made goose bumps break out across my body. Shivering, I sucked in a breath as he drew a tiny circle on the space between my breasts.

  “James,” I whispered, my breathing altered by his movements. “Why are you here?” I opened my eyes to look at him.

  He smiled as he guided the hair away from my face. “You didn’t call me like I’d asked. I was worried, so I jumped in my car and headed over.”

  “What if I were with someone?” I asked, biting my lip.

  “Wouldn’t have happened,” he said, lying down next to me, resting his head in his hand.

  “How do you know?”

  He cupped my pussy, gripping it in his hand. “This right here is mine.”

  “Actually, it’s attached to me,” I said, smirking at him.

  “I thought we’d cleared this shit up already.”

  “That you’re a caveman pig? Yes, that we’ve agreed upon.” I laughed, grabbing my head as the pounding made me wince.

  “God’s paying you back for those nasty words.” He snorted, increasing his hold on my core. “You agreed to let me back in, and ‘in’ means the entire package. No one else touches what’s mine, especially when it’s attached to your body. It’s the only thing I care about.”

  “James, you’re getting all mushy. I don’t do mushy.”

  “I know, doll. You like it rough.” He laughed, dragging his hands from between my legs to my thighs. He began to trace small circles down my legs before starting the same path upward.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I whispered. “Hey, how did you get in?”

  “Broke the door down,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “What the fuck? Jesus, you could’ve knocked.”

  “Iz, you didn’t hear me bust open the door, so you sure as fuck weren’t going to hear me knock.”

  “I’ll get you a key so you don’t have to break any more of my shit.”

  He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me against him.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I shrieked, trying to inch away.

nuzzled my neck as his hand mindlessly stroked my ribs. “Tell me how you really feel.”

  Using the last bit of strength I had, I slapped him on the shoulder. “You’re still a cocky bastard.”

  His face grew serious as he looked down at me. “Izzy, I want to tell you that I—”

  I covered his lips and shook my head. “Don’t,” I said, swallowing hard, afraid of what he was going to say.

  He smirked and spoke against my finger. “I think you should brush your teeth.” He broke into laughter, the entire bed moving under his weight.

  I closed my eyes, thankful and a little bit hurt that I’d jumped to the conclusion that he had been about to profess his undying love to me. We weren’t ready, and I sure as fuck could barely think the words, let alone say them. I cared for James. No one fucked me like him. He had the mix of animalistic sexuality that I hadn’t known I’d wanted.

  “Fuck off,” I snapped, lashing out at him as I rolled from the bed. “You’re not smelling as fresh as a daisy either.”

  “Better than vodka vomit,” he replied, covering his mouth as he laughed.

  “Patron,” I said, hanging my head and vowing to never drink tequila again. “He and I go way back.”

  “Tortured love affair?” he asked as his eyes followed me in the mirror next to the bathroom door.

  “Story of my fucking life,” I said, smiling at him.

  He stretched out across the mattress, looking at home in my room. Closing the door, I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. “Fuck,” I muttered, moving my face closer to get a better look at my reflection. Smashing my cheeks, I blinked twice, hoping it was just the alcohol affecting my vision. No such luck. I looked like death. Heavy black bags had formed under my eyes with my mascara smeared all around them, framing them and drawing attention to the nightmare.

  I grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and washed all evidence of the night before away. Brushing my teeth, I tried not to gag. Toothpaste and vomit didn’t make the task easy. I cupped my hands together to pool water in my palms before bringing it to my mouth and swishing it around.

  When I went back into the bedroom, I still felt like shit, but at least I thought I looked better.

  “Let’s talk, Izzy.” He patted the mattress next to him and motioned to me with his hand.

  I rolled my eyes, pain shooting through my head by the simple movement I’d done a million times. “Now? I’m too sick to talk.”

  “It’s the perfect time to talk.”

  “Ugh,” I whined, sliding in next to him. “Why?”

  “’Cause you aren’t as big of a smartass when you’re like this, and I need you to be serious for a few minutes.”

  “Oh boy,” I whispered.

  “Just shut it, woman.” He placed his finger over my mouth. “I’ll talk, and you pipe in when you don’t agree.”

  “So no talking?” I asked, knowing that wasn’t going to fucking happen.

  “If that’s possible,” he said, and laughed.

  “Not a fucking chance.”

  He rubbed his eyes, trying to hide the smile on his face. “Izzy, I want to give this a shot between you and me.” He paused.

  I stared up at him and blinked.

  “I know I can be demanding—”

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