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Ruthless: A Mafia Step-Brother Romance Part 37

"Abby!" he growls as he hits his peak, his pleasure flushing his face, his entire body tightening before he stabs himself deep inside me, spilling that seed against my womb once more, flooding my pussy with his hot come.

My legs are still pinned between my shoulder and his, and he doesn't stop, not fully, not even after he reaches his peak. He gives a few more thrusts, making sure that every last drop of his come is lodged within me before he finally glares up at the gas station attendant.

"I'm done," he says, swatting off the other man's hand as if it were a disgusting gnat he didn't want touching him.

"You mind giving us a second?" he asks, though it's not a question. He grinds his cock into me, the flared tip pressed against my deepest recesses, as if in an example to the attendant who stares a little too long.

I don't know what we must look like, filthy and dirty, rolling around and fucking on the floor of a gas station, but a huge part of me doesn't care.

I have Kaiden back, and that's all that matters.

The attendant finally leaves, giving us a few moments of privacy, though I know he's waiting just outside the door to, what? Chastise us?

The thought makes me laugh out loud as Kaiden pulls from me, and he gives me an odd look. I shake my head, and bite down on my lip for a moment.

"I think this is the first time anyone's ever caught us being bad together," I giggle, and Kaiden begins to laugh as well.

"Yea, you were always so good at not being caught, Princess," he says, trying to keep his tone light as he turns on the tap, washing himself off. "And this time here you are, screaming like a banshee."

I titter nervously as I quickly wash myself as well, and we make our way past the judgmental stare of the gas station employee, both of us laughing like kids.

Chapter 21.

I have a little bounce to my step, and I know I should be embarrassed at being caught having sex in a public bathroom, or at least feel like I need a shower- which I do-but I just feel so great. All of that aggression and worry and lust all built up and just had to erupt.

And holy wow did it erupt.

I look up at him, smiling and expecting to see the same look on his face, but he looks... different somehow. Maybe it's just the pain of his wounds, and I know we need to get to a pharmacy at the very least, but it's not the same. Not even the same as last night, when he was in plenty of pain.

I slow down, standing near his bike, and tug his hand.

"What's wrong?" I ask, glancing back at the building and checking that no one had been following us.

He shakes his head, patting my shoulder gently.

"It's nothing. I just need to get to the store and get some bandages," he replies, but I know there's more to it. He's holding something back, but he gives me a look that warns me to drop it.

We climb back on his bike, but suddenly it doesn't feel the same. It doesn't feel as comfortable, as safe. I'm not sure what just happened between the time that we were rutting on the bathroom floor like animals and now, but there's definitely something off.

I wrap my arms loosely around his waist as he starts us off. I'm not sure where he's taking us, but I'm too exhausted to protest. The sun is starting to set off in the distance, a few clouds dulling the light and making it seem almost ominous.

We can't really talk with the roar of the motorcycle between us, so I rest my head against his spine, listening to the rapid beating of his heart.

What did he have to do to rescue me? What is it that's bothering him?

My heart begins to beat faster, matching the pace of his, and I go over the options in my head. That he escaped, that he came back and rescued me, without anyone getting in his way. But I know that's not what happened.

The huge gash along his stomach didn't come from nothing, barely bandaged with an old t-shirt.

But I'm too scared to think of the other options.

Did he hurt someone?

Or worse?

The thought makes my blood go cold.

How could I have someone's murder on my hands? How can I live with myself knowing someone else died for me?

I shake the thought out of my mind. I know Kaiden. I know he wouldn't do that, wouldn't kill someone in cold blood. He beat up bullies, he was always in a fight, but he'd never kill someone, I'm sure of that.

But the way he's grown so cold since our quickie...

It's an hour later, and we're in another town about a hundred miles away from where Kaiden lives and about fifty miles from where we grew up.

I vaguely remember driving through on my way in, and Kaiden pulls up next to a bank that looks to be closed. He turns off the ignition, then reaches into his pocket, handing me a small key.

"This is the place the money is, Princess. Come here tomorrow, show them the key, and tell them you have a safety deposit box you need to open. Six, five, three, one. You got that, Princess?"

I nod, my eyes moving over his. There's no spark there, no fire, just... shadows.

"Six, five, three, one," I repeat back to him, and he nods, leaning in and kissing my forehead.

He turns on the motorcycle once more, and a few moments later, we're pulled up next to a pharmacy where I see a strange sight.

My car. Sitting in the parking lot, abandoned and in the dark. How did he get that here from Axel's place?

I furrow my brow, not quite sure what to make of it as Kaiden dismounts.

"I have to get some stuff for my wounds, Princess, but..."

I stare at him, dread hanging heavy in my heart.

"Don't," I say, my voice sounding so soft and scared. The parking lot is dimly lit, and I can see the pain in his expression as he shakes his head.

"Princess, this is it... I can't be the man you deserve," he says, and the words cut through me like a knife.

It's like he just ripped out my heart and threw it on the ground, and I clutch my chest. I'm not able to breath, my throat constricted, and he reaches out instinctively to lay a hand on my arm, helping me stand straight.

Tears blur my vision as he stares down at me.

"I can't change what I did, Abby. What I had to do to get you back."

"Stop," I plead with him. I don't want him to say anymore.

This is supposed to be our happy ending. This is supposed to be our happily ever after.

He presses his lips to my forehead, brushing some of my hair from it so tenderly. He inhales, and I tremble against him, trying not to cry. Not to let him see me lose myself.

But this can't be the end!

"He's dead, Abby. I killed him, so that you can live. But that wasn't your choice," he says as if he instinctively knows I'd blame myself. Maybe he does.

"I didn't want to, but I had to, but no matter what Axel says, I'll never be free of my past. Not totally. But you can be," he says, his index finger curling under my jaw, making me look up at him.

"I don't care!" I cry out, thrusting myself into him and making him cringe in agony. "I don't care, I just want you!"

But he kisses me again and shakes his head, and my whole world comes crashing down upon me. He's resolute, and I hate him so much at this moment.

He's supposed to protect me, to be the one that will always be here for me, and now he's leaving me again?

"Princess, I need you gone by the time I come back out. They're going to be watching me," he says before he presses his lips to mine, quieting another sob from escaping.

How am I supposed to just leave? To let him walk away from what we have?

My chest heaves, and my knees feel like they're going to buckle and let me fall, but Kaiden lets me go, and somehow I manage to stay on my feet. He grabs the backpack that was stuffed in the saddle, handing it to me.

"I got your laptop and some of your clothes and things. It's not much, but it's not safe to go back there, ever. Do you understand? You have to stay as far from that place as you can, and once you get that money from the bank tomorrow, never come back here either. Start fresh, somewhere where they can never find you again."

I can barely make sense of his words even, but I'm too exhausted to fight him anymore. He's made up his mind.

He's decided for the both of us what I'm to do.

He kisses my forehead again.

"Go to college, Abby. Make a life for yourself. Make me proud, okay? You always said I was your hero, but you've always been mine, Princess. Please... Please don't make this harder than it needs to be."

I don't. I can't. I'm too dazed, too sad and disappointed and deflated to do anything more than drag myself to my car, chucking my bag in the passenger seat and slumping down.

If he doesn't want me here, then there's no reason for me to stay.

As he makes his way into the pharmacy, his shoulders are slumped, and I watch my step-brother turn his back and leave me once more.

All I can do is cry. Big, ugly tears, my skin still holding the imprints and sensations of where and how he touched me. The things he did to me. The things I wanted him to do to me.

And now it's all over.

Chapter 22.

Five days. It's been five days since I last saw Kaiden, since he walked out of my life. I'm now richer than I could have ever hoped, but it's all hollow, because there's nothing I want.

I've had to drive around listlessly for a long time, not sure what to do or where to go. I've had to avoid everything and everyone I ever knew, and I don't have anyone left.

No family, no friends, no Kaiden.

The money sits in my glove box and beneath the seats, taunting me, teasing me about all the things I can't use it for, but it doesn't matter. The fog of depression weighs heavy on my shoulders, and I just don't care about anything anymore.

On the fourth day, I found myself driving through the same town I'd been arrested in, and thought back to Sarah. About the fact that she'd three times been arrested for prostitution, and I knew they wouldn't come down easy on her.

So I set up an anonymous way of paying a lawyer that came highly recommended on backpage by other escorts, and asked him to help her out. I figured if there's anything that the money could do, helping a person in need might at least make me feel a bit better, but it didn't.

Instead, I feel just as hollow as I did before.

I make my way north, past all the familiar landmarks, all the memories of family vacations, and all my time with Kaiden. He was like a rollercoaster, bringing me to such highs and lows, but after the ride is over, you're always disappointed by how short the whole thing was.

He's always going to abandon me. I know that now. That when things get rough, he's going to run, and he's always going to do it his own way.

I don't know how I feel about that, but it gives me a small bit of comfort to know that this is just how it will be and that it's nothing I did wrong.

I'm just destined to be alone.

The highway stretches out before me, and for hours, I keep going through the vast nothingness until a sign catches my attention. San Francisco is up ahead, not one hundred miles away. I've never been there, not even for a visit. My parents always hated the big cities and preferred camping to driving on the busy streets.

Maybe this is my chance to make something of myself. To do something new and exciting.

Even that thought can't relieve the ache in my heart.

Chapter 23.

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, I'm sure, Becky!" I say, my voice shriller than I intend. There's no way this can be right. I can't be pregnant. Not now. Not when I'm on my own and just starting school.

It's two months after Kaiden abandoned me at the pharmacy, and I haven't had my period since then, but that doesn't matter.