Break Out: (5.5 Novella) (Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter) Read online

  Break Out Copyright © 2017 by Lila Rose

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  Break Out is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events and places found in this book are either from the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to persons live or dead, actual events, locations, or organizations is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Editing: Hot Tree Editing

  Formatting: RMGraphX

  Photographer: Wander Aguiar

  Cover Design: Amity Cross

  Table of Content

  Author’s note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  More from the author

  Author’s note

  With my Hawks MC series, I usually try to write them as stand-alone stories, but for this one, to really know the characters, it would be best to read Walkout, a novella in the Caroline Springs Charter series first.

  Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy Handle and Della’s short story.

  Prologue

  Handle

  Loss was something a person could never get over. It played in your mind each and every fuckin’ day. What made some loss worse was how your friend or family member died. Mine would burn bright because of the betrayal my blood brother, Slit, put me through. He’d gotten heavy into shit he shouldn’t have, and I had to have his back, but in doing so, it brought attention to my old lady. In turn, the ones who corrupted my brother tried to control my brother through me by taking her.

  Feeling that loss, the way it happened, it still sliced at me each and every goddamn day. They’d killed her because of my motherfucking blood brother. It was why I’d snitched to the Hawks MC about Slit. We’d both been members, but Slit’d been screwing them over too, dealing out information he shouldn’t have. As soon as I’d got that painful call, I’d handed my brother over and ripped open another wound. Only one that healed quickly… his betrayal made it so. I’d known they’d kill him. Shit, I even watched it happen, but I did nothing to help him. He deserved nothing.

  Loss was also something Della would feel for a while.

  Della.

  Fuck. It’d been two years since my old lady was torn from my life and in those years, not once had another woman turned my head.

  Not until Della.

  How-fucking-ever, it was fine to look. I just didn’t want anything to happen between us. I never wanted a relationship again. Besides, she was messed up, which was understandable after the shit she’d been through. Hell, she was feeling her own loss from her sister’s death, and then the loss of her freedom when she’d tried to bring the man to justice, only to sink into his fest-pool of darkness. She’d been caught. He used and abused her in ways no woman should ever experience. Not that he ever laid a hand on her. Instead, he had his high paying members at his strip clubs do it. And then, fucking then, her parents pretty much chewed her up and spat her out, wanting nothing to do with her.

  Her life was shit. Her memories and messed-up thoughts controlled every action she made.

  Running a hand over my face, I sighed loudly and slapped my hand on the bed I was lyin’ on. It wasn’t my own bed. Actually, it was, but only for a few months longer. My prez of Hawks MC ordered me to stay in Sydney after the hell that recently went down. At first, we’d been there to help Melissa, to get her out from under Jimmy’s scrutiny because Dallas had a claim over her. Then Melissa told us about Della, and there was no way we’d leave a woman, any woman, to stay in that nightmare each day.

  Jimmy was dead, by our hands. His men the same. The women were safe, but they had to stay in Sydney too. Since Jimmy was publicly known in the business world, his death was televised, and as Melissa had been forced to marry him, she was fresh news for the vultures to swarm.

  I had to stay until the shit had been cleared, until Melissa was old news and she could finally move back to Melbourne, to her man, one of my brothers, Dallas.

  I didn’t mind the break, but seeing, being around, and even scenting Della all the goddamn time made it hard. I wanted more than anything to slide into her. My thoughts even went as far as wanting to protect her with everything I had… but I also didn’t want her to drown once again in hell.

  I was sullied. Everything and anyone I knew was in jeopardy. Hell, it had happened to Jenny; it could happen again to Della.

  The door to the bedroom opened. I turned my head as Della slipped in, closing it to lean against it.

  “You good?” I asked. Melissa and I had found a therapist who did house visits. We’d organised for her to come over so Della could talk. This was after her parents turned their backs on her, causing Della to shut down completely. Some would have thought she would have shut down mentally after being abused in every way. Jimmy had put her through the ringer. Still, she hadn’t. Actually, that wasn’t true. No person would be the same after what happened to her. She’d been angry, hurt, and had lost some of herself. But it was her parents who knocked her over the edge. Having the people you loved the most turn their backs on you could definitely do that to a person.

  Bringing in Elina was the right choice. Della had told us after Elina, the therapist, had left, she wasn’t pissed at us for organising the counselling. Since talking with Elina, she could breathe easier. Still, I wasn’t sure how long that’d last. Hell, if it were me, I’d be murderous if someone tried to step into my business.

  “I am, at the moment,” she admitted.

  Snorting, I placed my folded hands under my head while I watched her. It was the first time she’d been in my room, and I wondered why she sought me out. “What you need, darlin’?”

  Her eyes closed slowly, and I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. Something was bothering her, and I needed to know what. I didn’t move from my position. I lay waiting for her to open up to me and tell me what was on her mind. We weren’t close. In fact, I swore she hated me, and if it wasn’t for her hot body and the pain she felt that echoed with my own, in some fucked-up kindred way, I wouldn’t have given her the time of day. I wasn’t looking for a commitment, and that was what Della would need after being handled by too many men in the wrong way.

  At least that was what I thought. I knew I was lying to myself. Since seeing her, I’d wanted her, and then her next words rocked me to my core.

  Her eyes opened, and in them I saw… shit, determination for some reason. “One night.”

  Could she mean what I thought she did?

  Christ, I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to deny her what I thought she was asking.

  “One night for what?” I asked, my whole body tense from those two words rolling in my head.

  She straightened. I saw her hands at her sides fist, but not before I caught them trembling. “I-I want control.”

  “Darlin’?”

  She shook her head, at what I wasn’t sure. “Will you let me have contr
ol, of your body?”

  Yeah, that’s what I thought she was trying to say. I didn’t let my eyes widen. I tried to control my heart beating hard in my chest, but I couldn’t, but at least she couldn’t see it.

  Fuck.

  Was I gonna let her have what she wanted?

  Me?

  It could screw with my head, but goddamn it, I wanted to give it to her for my own selfish reason, to get my own fill of her, and then maybe she wouldn’t be on my mind all the time. I also wanted her to feel she had control over a man, especially when so many had taken her control from her.

  “Forget it,” she snapped and went to turn until I called her name. I didn’t like the thought of her leaving after it took a lot of guts to reach out to me. I was screwed. I knew I said I didn’t want commitment, a relationship, but deep down, I could see myself settling again with the woman before me, and that was bloody scary.

  “I’m yours for the night. For whatever you need.”

  It was messed up. We both were. But maybe in some bloody way, being with each other could help us both. At least that was what I told my aroused self.

  Her shoulders dropped. She nodded and then spun slowly back around to face me. She mumbled something, which I thought was thank you, and then picked up the bottom of her tee, pulling it up and over her head.

  Christ. She had no bra covering her sweet-as-fuck tits. As soon as I saw those beauties bounce, as she threw her top to the floor, my dick went from half-mast to hard in seconds.

  Both our eyes were haunted, but desire was also firing away in them. Della popped the top button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. She bit her bottom lip, before releasing it and asking, “You… please, let me just touch you?”

  She wanted total power over the situation.

  And I’d give it to her.

  Nodding, I crunched up enough to rid myself of my own tee, grabbed a condom from my wallet that sat on the bedside table, and placed it on the bed beside me. I then lay back. My hands went once again behind my head. She walked to the side of the bed, her eyes sliding over my body. With shaking hands, she pushed her jeans and panties down her long legs while keeping her gaze on the bulge behind my jeans. Yeah, she could see I wanted what she was offering.

  Her eyes didn’t meet mine when she knelt on the side of the bed and then scooted closer. Her hands came to my jeans and undid the button, then slid the zipper down. I lifted my arse up enough to help when she gripped the sides and shoved my jeans and boxers down. My dick sprang free and slapped against my stomach. Della watched it.

  It gutted me there was no expression on her face. If I didn’t see the desire burning in her eyes, I would have told her to get out, but I did see it. It flickered away in the depths of her eyes, and I was sure it only ever did so for me. The thought made my gut clench and my balls draw up in anticipation.

  She left my jeans at my knees and straddled my thighs. After she’d donned my cock with the rubber, she placed one hand on my chest. Leaning up on her knees, her free hand came between us and gripped my cock. I clenched my jaw at her touch.

  Fuck, it felt too good.

  Della finally lifted her gaze to mine as she glided my knob over her slick entrance. Fear may consume parts of her but her desire, her body spoke the truth. She wanted this. Me. Her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. Instead, she sat back down, gasping as I filled her wet pussy.

  My hands itched to touch her, to pull her down and claim her mouth while I thrust up inside her, but I didn’t. Still, with my hands behind my head, I watched and enjoyed the show above me.

  She lifted herself up and then down again. Her other hand joined the first on my chest. Her eyes slammed closed, her back arched, and she threw her head backwards. A moan slipped from her mouth, and I hadn’t seen anything more fuckin’ perfect before. Her pulse ticked rapidly in her neck; she was scared, yet she was strong enough to continue riding me, taking back some part of herself.

  Hell, I was already close. Just watching her fuck me, use me, ride me, take me into herself was more than I thought it would be. Shit, if I wasn’t careful, I’d want it again and again. But I couldn’t. It would be a one-time thing, and I had to accept that.

  When her head came down, her eyes opened. Pain. In the depths her pain burned, soul deep and devastating. Raw emotions spilled forth as her tears brimmed.

  “Take it,” I ordered roughly. “Take back the power. This is you, your life, your control, and no one can take that from you again.”

  “Handle,” she whispered. “I’m sorry,” she said, only she didn’t stop fucking me, my body.

  “I’m not.”

  “It’s wrong—”

  “Fuck that. If this is what you need, then fuckin’ take it. Finish it.”

  Her bottom lip trembled. “Please.”

  “What?”

  “T-touch me. I’m cold, so cold.”

  Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around her and dragged her down. My mouth met hers. There was no sweetness. It was hot and heavy, but not forceful. I took my time with her mouth as I spread my legs a little and dug my heels in to lift up and grind my dick into her. She cried out against my mouth, and I ate it down. Her pussy clenched around me. She whimpered, and soon, I was joining her own climax with a grunted groan.

  I relaxed back into the bed, and she sagged over me. All too soon her mind caught up with her, and she was climbing off me and the bed quickly.

  “Del?”

  She shook her head and scrambled for her clothes, slipping into them. Her voice shook as she said, “That… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

  “Don’t,” I demanded. “I knew what it was.”

  She nodded, stood straight, and got herself under control before she stated, “It can’t happen again.”

  A stabbing pain shot through to my heart from her words. Still, I didn’t say anything. She waited for a beat of a moment for me to reply, but I didn’t have the right words to give her. Her sigh was audible as she made her way to the door and, without looking back, she quietly exited the room, closing the door after her.

  “Fuck,” I clipped, running a hand over my face. Sitting, I dropped my feet to the floor and got rid of the condom in a tissue and then dropped it. I rubbed the back of my neck. “Christ.”

  Shaking my head, I stood and went to have a shower in the joining bathroom.

  I’d just made the biggest mistake. I wanted her again already.

  That moment between us was beautiful, yet so fucking devastating.

  Chapter One

  Della

  Melissa, who I preferred to call Lissa, and I had been living in Melbourne for only a few weeks, and I was starting to get itchy feet. Not in a sense that I wanted to leave. So far I was enjoying Lissa’s friends and living there, but I needed to fill my time with something else instead of reading. I needed a job. I also needed to find myself a place to live. Lissa’s house was amazing, but her walls were thin, and each time Dallas stayed, I heard way too much going on in their room. Thank God for audio books and head phones.

  A job could also help fill my mind with other things rather than the rough man who seemed to occupy it all the time.

  Back in Sydney a couple of months ago, I’d made the wrong choice by trying to fill a void. But it had been more than that. I’d been attempting to gain back my control through Handle. It was wrong, especially since I was already attracted to the guy, even though I acted like I wasn’t. Men like him were hard to come by, and I never thought after everything I’d been through that I’d want to be touched. But I had, and I wasn’t sure if that was wrong or not after I’d dealt with sick monsters who’d raped and beat me.

  Yet the night with Handle was everything a woman could hope for. He was gentle, sweet, and just plain amazing. Being around him made me feel safe, and that night I’d felt wanted and in control. Being with someone I wanted to be, where nothing was expected in return, had been empowering. I’d cowered away from those feelings, hadn’t touched o
n them in a long time.

  Still, I had to move on, discover who I was before everything had happened. As each day passed, I was slowly coming back to me. A smile or a laugh here and there helped, though night-time was the hardest, especially when I found myself wishing a certain biker was next to me instead of the cold spot on the mattress.

  It was at night I also missed my sister the most. She’d been such a loving soul. She’d had a beautiful outlook, not only on life, but on people as well. Ashley had trusted too much, and it was the one thing I’d warned her about that got her killed.

  God. My sister was gone from the earth, and it wasn’t fair. She died too young. There was rarely a day that passed that I didn’t wish it had been me instead of her light disappearing forever.

  But I was trying, truly trying to make a difference in my life. I was finally doing something I knew she would want me to do.

  I was going to live.

  Ending my life had once been a common thought every day, but no more. I was going to live since she couldn’t. And I could only hope she would be happy with how I lived my life.

  Ashley was the main reason I kept going. I would find my happy medium and cherish each day as it came.

  “Yo, Del,” Dallas called. “Want another drink?”

  Shaking my head, I said, “No thanks.”

  Lissa and I sat in the corner of Pick and Billy’s bar with Dallas and some of his other biker brothers. We were having a quiet drink and enjoying each other’s company. It was also the first chance we’d had to have a drink to celebrate our arrival in Melbourne. When we’d first arrived, we’d been busy with moving things in, changing addresses and such, and learning the lay of the land.

  “So I was thinking, you know how you mentioned you wanted a job?” Lissa asked, and then took a sip of her bourbon and Coke.

  “Yes.” I nodded. Since Lissa was a computer whiz, she was already working for the Hawks MC, redoing their websites and such for all their businesses, plus providing support for their other business in Sydney.