PHOTO IS OF ZEKE if it works.

He was frustrated, he'd never been more torn or confused. He was currently following Lacy down a back street, it was dark enough that he was able to stay behind her without her noticing. She was on her bike and he was in his car, the headlights switched off.

Lacy turned down a back street and he followed, making sure to stay a few car lengths away.

"Where are you going?" He asked softly.

She parked along the street, in front of what looked like an abandoned building. She knocked a few times then walked to the corner, glancing in both directions but not seeing him.

She seemed nervous, like she was ready to jump out of her skin any minute.

The door opened and two guys stepped outside, both checking the building and streets but not seeing anything. One motioned to Lacy who obediently held out her arms and let the second one pat her down.

He backed away from her and she lowered her arms, the first one gave two swift knocks on the door and a second later King stepped out onto the sidewalk.

"Damn," Demon muttered.

Up until this point he'd been holding on to the slim hope that they were wrong about Lacy, that she wasn't with King. He'd hoped it'd been a misunderstanding but now he was faced with the truth.

King walked up to her and went in for a hug, she sidestepped him and wrapped her arms around herself. He said something and reached out to tip her face up forcing her to look at him.

King began speaking to her and she shook her head, walking a few feet away and then pacing back to his side. He reached out and caught her arm as she walked passed, obviously getting fed up with her. She shrugged him off and began to yell, Demon couldn't hear her but she was clearly angry.

King shook his head and turned, preparing to go back into the building and Lacy ran to catch him. She caught his arm and turned him around and said something to him but refused to look at him. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her cheek, clearly she'd given in to his request, whatever it was.

King went into the building and so did the two goons that were with him, Lacy didn't move. She stood rooted to her spot then slowly she turned and leaned her back against the building sliding down into the sitting position and resting her head on her knees.

Demon watched her, she didn't move and he debated driving away. It was too dangerous to go after King right now, that building was probably swarming with other members of the Aces Wild.

After a few minutes she stood and walked to her bike, climbing on and tearing down the street. He followed along behind her, keeping pace but leaving distance between them.

She parked a few miles away near a rundown apartment building and went inside. Demon knew the place well, whores and drug dealers, homeless and hopeless people lived here. It wasn't the kind of place she would normally stay. He parked a few blocks down and jogged to catch up to her, following her inside the building.

There were people passed out on the stairs and she moved around them silently, her shoulders slumped. He followed quietly, careful not to step on anyone. She stopped on the third floor, near the second door. The apartment complex was strangely quiet and smelled of urine and mold. It was the kind of place that even if she screamed for help, nobody would care.

She unlocked the door with the key, the door looked flimsy enough that anyone who wanted in badly enough could break it down. She slipped inside and he made his move, he caught the door with his hand a second before she could close it and forced his way into the dark apartment.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, backing away from him.

"I came here to kill you."

She backed even further away, skirting around the tiny table. It was then he realized she didn't have her gun, it was usually strapped to her side but it was absent. She put her arms out as if to hold him off but he didn't move from the doorway.

"So Wolf finally ordered the hit then?" She asked.

"No, he offered a deal. Your life for Kings, given the circumstances I think that's fair."

"What circumstances?"

"Iris was shot! I was almost killed and today two officers took Zeke to jail. The collateral damage is piling up like a mountain."

"They came for Zeke already?" She asked.

"Yes, you knew?"

"I knew, King has those cops in his back pocket."

"You could have warned us. Ty is worried sick, that's his only family and Becky......hell Becky is a train wreck at best trying to hold Ty together and herself."

"You aren't my MC anymore, I had no reason to warn any of you."

"That's bullshit and you know it!" He slammed his hands down on the table and she jumped.

She backed a little further, stepping into the light cast in the window from the streetlamp outside. Her face was ghostly white and he could swear she looked near tears, she back further away receding back into the darkness.

"Take the deal, Lacy."

"Are you asking me or telling me?" She snipped.

"If you don't I will kill you," He promised.

"I don't believe you."

He moved with lightening speed, up ending the table and catching her in a choke hold. He slammed her small body into the nearest wall and a picture smashed to the floor. Her hands flew to claw at his wrist as he lifted her off the floor.

"Try me! I've killed people for years what's one more?"

She choked and began to kick her feet, trying in vain to connect with his knees. Using his arm for leverage she gained a little more height and then spit in his face. His anger burned over, he couldn't stand the disrespect any longer.

He tossed her roughly to the floor and when she sat up delivered a backhand to her cheek.

She fell back to the floor and at first he was shocked, he'd never lifted a hand to her before now. Despite their friendship, despite their history, his instincts were taking over and his only thought was to hut her and obtain the information he wanted.

When she pushed back up to sit up he wrapped both hands around her small neck and forced her back onto the floor, straddling her body and squeezing even as she struggled.

"I gave you everything! I took care of you! How could you do this to me?! To the club?!" He demanded.

She thrashed wildly beneath him and he couldn't deny it to himself, he enjoyed every moment. Her hands flailed around, searching for anything she could use and came up with a fork. She dove it deep into his left shoulder blade and he instantly released her, she kicked him the rest of the way off of her body and rolled away.

Coughing she pushed onto her hands and knees, he realized she was getting up and dove on top of her. The momentum and weight of his body buckled her knees and elbows, sending her face down onto the rough wooden floors.

"Don't lie to yourself, you never cared for me. I was just an object you could use, someone to do your dirty work." She growled.

He was too angry now to stop, even if he wanted to. He grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair bending her head back at an unnatural angle. He was going to give her a piece of his mind, was preparing a snappy comeback instead he inhaled her scent. Breathed her into his lungs and was lost.

He let his face scrape against hers as he inhaled more of her, and she stilled. Even though his weight pinned her down, her body was twisted she relaxed her head back against his shoulder. Exposing the long, bruised, white column of her neck. He let his lips trail from her head down her neck to her shoulder, his breathing labored and his blood pounding.

He lost himself for just a minute, gave into the lust that had consumed him. It was long enough for her to think of an escape plan, she turned her head and sank her teeth into his hand.

He released her with a sharp hiss and she bolted from beneath him. Her legs unsteady as she rushed towards the door. He pushed to his feet, tore the fork from his shoulder and on his steadier feet and followed her.

She pulled the door open a second before he slammed it shut, trapping her inside. He braced one arm on the door and spun her around with the other, slamming her back against the cheap wood.

"Do your worst," She said.

"You're willing to die for that piece of shit?"

"I love him."

He saw nothing but red in that moment, he wanted to hurt her. He wanted to strangle her and he wanted to kill King. He wanted to shut her up and he did the first thing that came to mind.

He caught a handful of her hair roughly in his other hand, jerked her bodily forward and claimed her lips with his.

He was rough, a part of him wanting to hurt her. She was just as rough as he was, not letting the violence of his kiss trip her up for even a moment. His hands left her hair to grip her wrists, pinning them above her head against the door as she arched her body more into his.

He wanted to devour every single inch of her, wanted to shake her until she could be nobody else's but his. Her tongue sought his, fighting for dominance. His hands eased up on her wrists and she took the opportunity to entwine her fingers with his.

He nipped at her lips, her tongue, needing to inflict that little bit of pain. His phone going off snapped him from what he was doing. He slowly released her hands and backed an inch or two away, her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, a large hand print on her right cheek and two small cuts on her chin. Her neck had dark purple lines from his fingers, her hair a mess, he'd never been more turned on in his life.

He leaned in again, with every intention of licking the blood from her chin. She slapped him hard, hard enough he froze. She was panting and she looked angry. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand even as he licked his own, savoring her taste.

"Get the hell out."

"Lace....."

"Get out!"

She fumbled for a second before opening the door and he stepped out into the hallway, she slammed the door behind him.

He stood there a minute, phone ringing in his pocket, heart pounding in his chest so hard it hurt.

What the hell just happened? He had every intention of doing his job, he'd never thought of Lacy as anything but a friend. If his phone hadn't rang however he had every single intention of carrying her to that dirty bed and screwing her until his name was the only thing her exhausted body could remember.

He wanted her, still did. He wanted her legs wrapped around his waist, wanted her nails clawing down his back until they were wore down to the very bones.

He lifted a shaky hand and pushed it through his hair, he needed to get a hold of himself, this was Lacy. His best friend and now the enemy the last thing he needed was Wolf accusing him of being on her side.

He didn't bother checking his phone as he walked down the stairs and to his car, taking shorter strides than he was used to, trying to keep the obvious issue hidden from the people he passed. He crossed the street and climbed into his car, easing delicately onto the leather seat. He started the car, he needed a cold shower and glancing at his hand some medical attention.

He stole one last glance at her apartment, the light was on now but other than that no sign of Lacy. He pulled onto the street and headed back to the club, hoping his little friend would decide to leave before he got there.