Rift’s POV

It had been days since that meeting. An operation was already being discussed and as the days passed by it came closer to the start of it. I was glad we would finally get Madelyn back. Well at least I hoped we would. I wish what Nova said was true. I wish she just left on her own and nothing bad happened to her, like it had happened to all of them, to-
Fuck! I still couldn’t breathe every time I thought of her beautiful face. Those green stunning eyes that bore her soul to me. The way she almost fainted from panic that day, the way she looked up at me like I was her lifeline. I wanted to kill all of them, I wanted to find the ones who touched her and make sure the fucking begged for death. And I will. Soon, very fucking soon.

I was at my house on the compound when I heard a knock on the front door. I haven’t invited anyone, so who the fuck could it be?

Opening the door, I stood there frozen, my beer in my other hand as I opened my mouth, but no fucking shit came out of it. I closed it and stared at the young woman who stood in front of me. Green eyes staring up at me as she bit her bottom lip in worry. “Hey.” she started but gritted her teeth and shut up. “Come in.” I said sternly and she nodded before she obliged.

Quietly and slowly she walked through the house and followed me to the kitchen. Sitting on a stool on one side of the counter, I signalled her to sit on the other. I couldn’t have her beeing any closer to me when all I wanted to do is pick her up and fuck her against a wall, or this damn counter until both of us were spent.

Sighing, I looked at her and she looked right back at me, not saying a word. “Why are you here?” I asked, harsher than I intended to but she didn’t seem fazed about it. Instead, she looked at me and asked, “Do… Do you guys have any news about Madelyn?” sighing I stood up and went to the fridge to get myself another cold beer. “Want anything?” I asked over my shoulder as I felt her staring at my naked back. I guess she didn’t want anything to drink since she didn’t answer the question. Before she knocked on the door, I was about to go to my morning run after my beer, but I guess that wasn’t happening any fucking time soon.

“We have our leads.” I said and left it at that. Women aren’t allowed to know any club business. She didn’t know before, now she does. “I want to come find her with you.” she said and I froze on my way back to the stool. “No.” I snapped at her, my eyes meeting her wide ones as I gritted my teeth and sat down again. No fucking way was she ever going anywhere near those pieces of shits.

Never, not when I had a say in it. Sure, Madelyn might not be with them, but the possibility wasn’t fucking erased yet.
“But-” she tried, but I am not having it. “I said no. Fuck, why the fuck would you ever want to go near those bastards again?” I roared and she flinched, blinking a few times before glaring at me. Shit, I fucked up.

Standing up, she grabbed my beer and threw it across the room, glass spraying the kitchen as she yelled at me. “Fuck you. And fuck your fucking beer!” She screamed at me and walked to the front door as I sat there wide-eyed at the mess in the kitchen. But the mess this young woman would make in my life would be much worse if I took the step I so damn desired and stopped her from leaving this house. Fuck.

Raising from my seat, I rushed to the front door and grabbed her arm, pushing her to the door as a breath escaped her from the impact. Green eyes looking up at me, darkening the longer she stared. Shit, fuck, oh no.

“Fuck this shit.” I snapped, grabbing her waist and bringing her closer to me, my lips crushing to hers as she melted into my arms, where she fucking belonged. She opened her mouth for me and I growled as I pushed her more to the door, our bodies colliding together as if there was no tomorrow.

After a moment, the fucking doorbell rang and she looked at me wide eyed again. I could see it in her eyes, she didn’t expect what just happened. Neither did I. The sparks that went through the both of us, the desire, fuck, this was not good.

Opening the door, she greeted Riot as she rushed out of the house. Fuck, what did he want now? Trying to steady my heavy breathing I went to the door and closed it behind Riot who was looking at me from the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest. Shit…

“We have a club run to go to tomorrow, you’re going to bring her with you?” he asked in a serious tone. On club runs, all brothers got on their bikes and we went on a long hour trip around the area, bringing Marina would mean two things, either that she was my old lady, which she wasn’t, or that she was my regular piece, she wasn’t that either. Fuck, I fucked up. I shouldn’t have kissed her. She’s too fucking young.