Treats Aren't Always Sweet (9 page)

“I will be back in a while,” Treat said and
Stone opened his mouth to protest but she shook her head. She was
barely holding it together, and didn’t need her sister to see her
break. Reluctantly they let her walk to the door and leave. She
could see the conflict in their eyes, but she couldn’t deal with
this all right now, she needed air.

She didn’t look at anything but the floor;
the only thing she could think of was getting outside. She heard
Match call her name but she ignore it, she couldn’t stop or she was
going to lose it in the hallway. So she just moved with a purpose,
her only thought was to make it outside.

Treat didn’t take the elevator, it would take
too long so she took the stairs. She felt the weight of what
happened to her sister closing in, the anger, the pain she endured,
all because she hadn’t kept in touch with her sister.

Dammit all to fucking hell, she wanted to
freaking forget, she wanted a do-over. When she left, she was
young, helpless, and broke. It sucked, and it pissed her off even
more.

When she hit the main floor and saw the
outside, Treat had no thought other than to get to her bike and
ride. She needed to feel the wind, the freedom…fuck, she needed to
forget. If she would’ve been paying attention, she would have seen
the car pull out behind her, following at a distance.

Lane wasn’t stupid, he knew for a fact Chet
and his idiot wife would never be able to get to Jilly. Stupid
fuckers had no clue how to get what they wanted, probably why they
were in debt in the first place.

He needed information, because he didn’t give
a shit about that idiotic woman, he wanted his son. No one was
going to take his flesh and blood from him. And the added bonus was
going to be the new bride he was going to gain. He wasn’t stupid,
with only a few phone calls he learned all about Brooke ‘Treat’
Thompson, and what she had been up to. The woman wasn’t stupid, he
knew that when she was younger, he just hadn’t had a chance to get
her.

Lane picked up the phone and made a few calls
as he followed Brooke, he grinned as he looked at her ass. Yeah,
she was supposed to be his, he could almost feel the satisfaction
of bringing her to heel. The fucking whore, wearing those tight
clothes, flaunting her body, yeah, he was totally going to bring
that bitch to heel. She was his; she could raise her sister’s kid
when he got rid of her. Stupid bitch was worthless anyway, the only
good thing she did was fucking give him a son, other than that,
nothing.

“Yeah, I am gonna need some help, I have a
change of plans.” Lane smiled into the phone.

“Change of plans? This is gonna cost you,”
the man said and Lane grimaced, he had called in a debt to help him
get his son back.

“Whatever, I have the money, or I will have
the money. Turns out my bitch’s sister is loaded. That’s right,
loaded. So I need to get rid of Jilly fast. Then I need somewhere
to relocate myself and my new family.” Lane smiled.

He hung up the phone and followed. Hell yeah,
things were looking up, he just had to follow her, get the tracking
device on her bike, then sit back and wait. He already had a
connection to the group of people the bitch was apparently hanging
out with. He didn’t know until right now how useful that was going
to be. One phone call and he would have someone on the inside. All
those biker types hung around together, Lane thought of the rumors
he had heard about where they hung out.

Treat pulled back into the hospital parking
lot two hours later. War’s and Stone’s bikes were still there, she
noticed with a grimace, but still parked next to them. Shit, she
had needed that, the ugly thoughts running through her head
threatened to overtake her. It didn’t happen often, but it did
happen. When she was riding, she finally admitted to herself that
was why she had left in the first place. If she hadn’t she would
have slit her wrists, she knew it because of the overwhelming sense
of hopelessness she had felt growing up.

She felt bad her sister had to endure what
she did, and yes, she felt guilty she hadn’t come back for her.
However, she needed to get the fuck over it, because there was no
way she had been equipped to handle another person when she left,
it took a long time for her to be able to deal, and then, Treat had
just been fucking happy she was out of it.

She lifted her leg over the seat and was
ready to go inside when she saw War and Stone walking toward
her.

Treat turned her head and looked out into the
street, focusing on the traffic instead of them, because she
couldn’t do this, she was so over them being here. “Yeah, needed to
clear my head a little. What are you still doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” War snapped. “Where did
you go?”

Treat frowned and then she just snapped,
seriously she could
not
take this shit anymore. “What the
fuck do you care? And who the fuck do you think you are? You have
no right to ask me where I was, going, or fucking thinking.”

“The hell we don’t!” Stone snapped back. “You
are ours.”

“I am yours? Is that what you said, yours?
Yeah, well keep telling yourself that, then roll over and wake the
fuck up ‘cause you are dreaming. You don’t get to have a claim on
me, you gave that up when you stuck your dicks in my best friend,”
Treat yelled and began to walk to the hospital.

“Oh hell no you don’t. Your sister is fine,
and we are going to get some things straight right the fuck now,”
War roared back at her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her toward his
bike.

“What are you doing? I am not going anywhere
with you,” she screamed.

Stone laughed coldly and followed glaring at
her. “Yeah you are, we are done with your bullshit. It is time to
settle this crap once and for all.”

“What the hell are you talking about? There
is nothing to settle. If you think I am ever going to let your
rabid dicks anywhere near me… You probably have a disease, go to
the doctor and get some antibiotics and then fucking call a whore
who cares,” Treat yelled and kicked out her booted foot.

War stopped, turned her suddenly, and
spanked, yes spanked her ass. “Knock it off, you are getting on
this bike, and if you fight me, I will strip your pants down right
here and now and redden that ass in front of anyone who wants to
see.”

Treat opened and closed her mouth several
times while glaring at him. Then she crossed her arms and tapped
her foot.

“Try it and you will be a fucking eunuch,”
she snapped.

Stone shook his head. “Way wrong answer,
babe.”

Treat opened her mouth and War shook his head
and pointed. “Get your ass on the back of that bike now.”

She could have argued but a security car
pulled into the lot and she wasn’t going to fucking have them call
the cops. Damn them. Silently she went to War’s bike and got on.
Both men got on their bikes and they took off.

By the time they got back to their house,
both men were pissed. They were sick and tired of her throwing
Trick in their face and using it as a shield not to deal with them.
They fucked up, but damn, she needed to get the fuck over that.
They knew she was theirs, had from the moment they fucked up but
dammit, they didn’t fix it then, they had waited.

Stone went and held to the door and waited.
Both men knew Treat was going to put up a fight, and they weren’t
let down. When War pulled into the driveway, she waited just long
enough for War to stop before she hopped off the bike and began
walking to their President’s house. Of course, Bic had to be
sitting out there smoking when they pulled up.

The woman smiled and stood and put a hand up
to shade her eyes.

“Hey, Treat, I met your new friend a little
bit ago. Uh, Free is showing him around the showers in the
clubhouse right now. He is interesting. Buddy is down for a nap,
how is your sister?”

Treat smiled stiffly and opened her mouth to
tell Bic she needed a place to stay when an arm wrapped around her
waist and she was suddenly off her feet and moving away from Bic,
who looked shocked but began laughing.

“Dammit, War,” she yelled and tried to get
away.

“Fuck no, I said we were talking and we are
talking
goddammit,” War snapped and walked in the front door
Stone was holding open. Treat heard Bic call after them.

“You boys be careful now. She knows how to
use a gun remember.”

War walked through the living room and down
the hallway, carrying her the whole way. Treat struggled to no
avail, that was until she was flying through the air and she hit a
soft mattress with a thud.

“What the fuck?” she yelled loudly as she
struggled to get herself up.

“No, you are going to sit there and fucking
listen,” War yelled over her as he walked to one side of the bed
and Stone stalked to the other. Both men glaring at her.
This
was a long time coming
, she thought

“Yeah, no I am not,” Treat yelled and went to
get off the end of the bed where the men weren’t standing but both
of them grabbed her and pushed her back into place.

“Woman, we need to have a discussion about
how things are gonna work around here,” War said and finally
untangled himself.

“What the hell does that mean?” Treat asked
and looked between the two men.

“It means we are fuckin’ done with this shit.
We are gonna stop this playing around shit and finally have it
out,” Stone said with a snap.

“Okay, well, I am so glad you guys are DONE,
but guess what? You gave up that right to tell me how anything is
going to go a while ago, when you fucked my best friend,” Treat
snarled and then moved to the headboard and leaned back with her
arms crossed over her chest.

“We didn’t fuck your best friend!” War yelled
loudly that Treat jumped and then glared at him.

“Oh sorry, you fucked Trick, because you are
right, that whore was
not
my best friend, she was a
backstabbing treacherous
cunt
,” Treat agreed.

War cursed under his breath and looked to the
ceiling, so Stone said, “No, baby, we didn’t fuck that cunt at
all.”

“What?” she yelled. “Please tell me you are
not standing there telling me you didn’t fuck her when I saw it
with my own eyes. Jeez, the fucking nerve.”

“You saw what we wanted you to see dammit,”
War said, running his hand down his face as Treat rolled her eyes.
“We thought you were getting too close.”

“Yeah, okay,” Treat snapped. “So grown up,
you thought I was a clingy bitch, and so you fake fucked my best
friend to what, make me realize it was over? That you were assholes
who I was wasting my time on? Well congratulations, it worked! You
are off the hook, you don’t need to keep doing this shit!”

War frowned. “Off the hook? Woman, we are
trying to tell you we were wrong.”

“No you weren’t,” Treat sneered. “You are
trying to ease your conscious because of everything that happened
with my sister. You feel guilty, it is okay. Seriously, I get that
I was living in a dream world thinking you two would want to claim
me as your old lady. But shit, get over it, you don’t need to do
all this crap in order to make yourselves feel better.”

Stone rolled his eyes and looked at War.
“She’s not getting it.”

“Nope,” War said and shook his head. “Listen,
we fucked up, we didn’t sleep with Trick, hell, the second you left
the room we pushed the bitch off. We just didn’t ever think we
wanted something permanent, but afterwards, we realized we did. Not
just anyone either—you. Now get undressed.”

Treat frowned. “Okay, let me get this
straight. You crushed my heart and now you think you can say you
are sorry, you were wrong, and everything will be okay?”

“Yep.” Stone grinned.

“No,” Treat said.

“What the fuck do you want?” War growled.

Treat frowned, “Nothing—that is the point, I
don’t want anything from you, I never have. The only thing I ever
wanted for myself was to find someone who actually wanted me.”

“Well, you want this and have since the
beginning, driving us fuckin' nuts, but we are dumbasses and it
took us a little longer to get we belong together. Now you are
telling us that you don’t? Pretty sure you are gonna get your ass
beat if you lie, baby, get undressed,” War said and folded his arms
over his chest and glared at her.

“I agree with War, I have to add, guys are
commonly dipshits when it comes to relationships so you gotta cut
us some slack,” Stone said. “Done talking about this shit though,
get over it, move on, talk to your bitches, whatever, it is done.
War and I agree your sweet little ass is not going to leave here
without our patch so deal with it.”

“YOU ASSHOLES!” Treat yelled.

“Asshole?” War roared. “Woman, we are trying
to apologize and get in your fucking pants right now. Do not call
us assholes anymore.”