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  CUTTER 3: RED SIN MC

  BY ALEXA RYNN

  Copyright 2016 Alexa Rynn, all rights reserved.

  No part of this work may be reproduced without written consent of the author. This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  This book is for a mature audience only due to strong language and strong sexual conduct.

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  DEDICATION:

  For my sister and brother-in-law: for encouraging me to start this journey almost six years ago and believing in me every single day since.

  I’ve finally arrived.

  Chapter One

  CUTTER

  I threw open the door to my room so hard that it swung into the wall with a hard bang. I lunged toward the wall and ripped the picture off the wall, revealing my safe. I spun the dial so fast that I passed by the right numbers at least twice.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Not now, Grace,” I told her without even turning around. The safe lunged open and I grabbed a bundle of cash, throwing it into my jeans pocket, along with a Glock and a fully loaded mag.

  I heard the door slam shut. “Not now or not ever?”

  “Not ever works for me.” I closed the safe and faced her. She looked terrified and worried. I hated seeing those emotions play across her pretty face. The face that had just been covered in my cum hours before, but I couldn't think about that right now. The thought of cumming all over Grace's face was almost too much to handle.

  “I told you to stay downstairs and enjoy your dinner.” I moved closer to her and placed my hands on her shoulders.

  “How can I eat knowing that you’re going to get yourself killed over me?” Her brown eyes filled with tears for the tenth time over the past few weeks. “Don’t go it, Cutter, I don’t want you to.”

  “It’s not up to you.” I wiped away the wet blotches. “I need you to pull yourself together here, Grace, nothing bad is even happening yet. I’m going to meet with the other committee members, that’s it.”

  “Yeah,” she sniffed. “To talk about going to capture Stone.”

  I sighed. “I’m not going to discuss what we’re going to talk about, you know way too much already.” I turned her body around and started pushing her toward the door. “Now go back downstairs like a good girl and order some dinner, you were so hungry, remember?”

  She shook her head. “I’m not going back down there!”

  “Fine, stay here.” I dug into my pocket and pulled out a one hundred dollar bill. “You can order in or something.” I shoved the money into her hand. “I really need to go now.”

  Like I didn’t have enough shit to deal with right now, I really didn’t have time to sit here and argue with Grace about what I was or wasn’t going to do when it came to business decisions, she had no say in this or anything else that involved the brotherhood.

  She dropped the money to the floor. “I don’t want your money! I want you to stay here with me!” She kicked the crumpled up bill with her big toe. “We can figure this out together!”

  “No, we can’t,” I snapped. “You aren’t going to figure anything out. You know what you are going to do? You’re going to go downstairs and order yourself a nice dinner. Then after you’re done eating, you can come back up here and order a movie or something.” I shoved her out the door and slammed it shut behind me.

  She was shaking her head but I pushed her off down the hall anyway. “And then you’re going to go to sleep,” I added. “And you aren’t going to worry about shit that you have no control over or no say in. Do you understand me, Grace?”

  “Cutter, no, I want to go with you. Please?”

  When we reached the end of the hall I peered down at her. Why was she always questioning me? Couldn’t she ever just do what I said to do without giving me any lip about it? I didn’t have time to play her little girl games right now, this shit was too important. I’d already played them enough for one day, bringing those two hoes up to the room just to show her how much she meant to me.

  And she was still disobeying me.

  “I said, do you understand me, Grace?”

  She must have been able to tell by the look in my eyes not to mess with me on it because after a second she threw her hands up in the air and huffed loudly. “Fine! I’ll wait right here and obey you just like you like!”

  “Great,” I told her, choosing to ignore her sarcastic tone. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” I kissed her on top of the forehead and pushed her toward the stairs. “I’ll make a call and have someone come guard you.”

  “I think I’ll be fine eating two feet away from your room, Cutter.”

  “Like I said, I’ll call someone to guard you.”

  She stopped at the top of the steps and swung around. “Cutter?”

  “Yes, Grace?” I felt exasperated.

  “Be careful.” Her tone was soft, concerned.

  I stopped and looked at her. It was something I wasn’t used to, someone genuinely carrying about what the fuck happened to me. My brothers cared but this felt different, more intimate. I’d never had a female say shit like that to me before unless she was trying to suck up to me and get me to claim her. Grace didn’t have to suck up to me she was already mine.

  I closed the distance between the two of us in a few fast strides and kissed her fully on the lips. “I will,” I promised. And then I turned around and took off down to the opposite side of the hall to where the back door was. I didn’t want to stay there and look at her puppy dog eyes any longer than necessary.

  I was reminded briefly why I had avoided this very situation with numerous women in the past. Being with someone and living this life wasn’t easy and if you weren’t careful the situation could make you weak. I’d never been a weak man, never been one to let outside emotions cross over into my work.

  Of course, I’d never had many outside emotions before.

  The idea wasn’t thrilling but it wasn't in my control, either. It wasn’t like I was choosing to bring Grace around the world I had created for myself; I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt like I wasn’t in control before but I felt like I wasn’t with Grace sometimes. I needed her around me, the thought of another man having her almost pushed me completely over the edge.

  No one else was going to have her. Ever.

  Or I’d kill them.

  I opened the door and smacked right into my baby sister.

  Heather pushed her body off of mine and rubbed her arm. “Jeez, where’s the fire?”

  “What are you doing here?” I asked instead of answering her.

  A weird looked crossed her face. “It’s a free country, Cutter, I’m allowed to be in a public building, aren’t I?” Her brown eyes grazed passed me toward the hallway behind me. “Where are you off to?”

  “None of your business.” I pushed her away. “Now isn’t a good time to be out and about, Heather, you should really be back at dad’s.” I was surprised my father wasn’t keeping a better eye on her considering everything that was going on. Having to keep track of two women I cared about combined with all the other shit I had to stay on top of was frustrating. My father should have known better than to let Heather out of the house to begin with.

  “Why?” Heather asked, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing that I can’t handle.” We reached the edge of the steps that traveled down to the first floor and I had to loosen my grip so that I wouldn't push her down. “You just get on home. I can have Ace take you if you want.”

  “I’m not a child! I can drive myself home!” She turned around on her heels to face me, placing one of her hands on her hip like she used to do when we were ki
ds and she didn’t want to do something her big brother told her to.

  Ugh, and I thought Grace was bad.

  “You would think so.” I smiled sweetly.

  She glanced at the door again. “Is… is Blaze going with you?”

  Of course, Blaze was going with me. Blaze went everywhere I went. “What’s with the twenty questions?” I frowned. “Are you looking for Blaze or something?”

  “Looking for him?” She let out a high-pitched laugh. “Why would I be looking for him? Most days I can’t even stand him.” She moved from one foot to the other. “Or think about him.”

  This was news to me.

  “You’re being strange.” I told her.

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “Where’s Grace?” She asked suddenly.

  I shook my head. “Why?”

  “I need to talk to her.” She grimaced. “I kind of owe her an apology. I was kind of rude to her earlier.” She paused for a second. “Not as rude as knocking someone over the head with a gun and leaving them there but still pretty rude.”

  “Point made,” I admitted. I wanted to press her more on it but my phone started vibrating in my pocket, reminding me of the million other things waiting for me outside of these walls. “She’s downstairs or in our room but if you’re just going to upset her then don’t bother, I don’t need her getting any more worked up than she already is.”

  I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

  “I’m not. You have my word.” She held her hand up, swearing.

  “Fine,” I told her, more distracted than ever. “Go see her but I’m having Ace come and get you in a little while to make sure you get home safe.” My phone had stopped ringing for half of a second but was already going off in my hand again.

  “Got it,” she agreed, turning around and walking past me. “And maybe you could warn your little sister the next time you decide to play your weird little sex games with her. I mean, it’s pretty gross for me to have to walk in on… that.”

  Normally I wouldn’t give a fuck what anyone had to say about me and Grace’s sex life but Heather was my little sister, I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. “Sex, in general, is gross, Heather,” I told her sternly. “And filled with diseases.”

  I wasn’t an idiot, my little sister was almost twenty-one years old and damn cute, I was sure she was messing around with boys without my knowledge but that didn’t mean I had to like it. And that didn’t mean I had to make any promises about not snapping their necks if I ever found out who the hell they were.

  “Relax, dad, whatever the hell it is you do with Grace definitely skipped a gene in me. I mean, being handcuffed to a bed like that? While someone…” She trailed off and cringed at the thought.

  Relief washed over me. The thought of anyone doing the things I did to Grace in the bedroom to my little sister made me want to beat the shit out of them until their brains scattered all over the floor.

  I pressed the phone to my ear without checking the screen. “WHAT?”

  “Someone’s on edge,” Blaze said from the other end.

  “Sorry,” I grumbled. “I’ll be right down.”

  “Have you heard from your sister? I haven’t talked to her today, it’s important we keep a close eye on everyone we care about right now.” I could hear the sound of an engine roaring in the background. “I can’t believe we even discussed any of this in front of Grace if Green Grove ever got tipped off we were coming they would bring a battle right to our doorstep.”

  “They’d knock fucking politely first, too.” I looked at my little sister. “Heather is right here. I’m about to put a call into Ace to make sure she and Grace are looked after until I get back.”

  “Oh,” Blaze sounded annoyed suddenly. “I’ll call him, just hurry up.”

  “Who was that?” Heather asked the second I’d clicked the end button.

  “Blaze.”

  Heather dropped her purse on the floor with a thud.

  “God, can’t you not be clumsy for one second?” I bent over and scooped the bag up for her, shoving it back into her hands. “In the future if Blaze or I call, you make sure you pick up the damn phone, Heather. You think we call you for fucking small talk? No, we have real issues going on!”

  She clutched her purse closer to her stomach. “Well then maybe you should call me once in a while instead of always having Blaze do your dirty work.”

  “I call you,” I told her. And I did, when I could. It wasn't easy running an entire club of brothers that was filled with enough crime activity to put us all away for life. “Besides, that’s Blaze’s job, Heather. He’s my right-hand man, he handles the business that I can’t.”

  A hurt expression crossed her face. “I’m not business! I’m your sister!”

  My phone started ringing again.

  Fuck.

  I shook my head and took off, starting down the stairs. “I don’t have time for this right now. Go find Grace and stay with her, someone will be by to pick you up soon.”

  “Fine!” I could hear the anger in her voice all the way down the steps. “Go ahead and leave, it’s what you're good at! Just like Mom!” She sounded like a wounded deer left for dead on the side of the road.

  I paused at the bottom of the steps, my hand on the doorknob to outside. She always knew just what to say to make me feel like a piece of shit. Why did she have to go and bring up mom now of all times?

  She waited for a few seconds, maybe thinking that I would turn around and come back up to talk to her. And maybe I should have, but I couldn’t bring myself to have this conversation with her again. As far as I was concerned that woman was as good as dead. A pace later I heard the door open and Heather’s footsteps disappear down the hall.

  I sighed and pushed myself outside.

  Fuck.

  Chapter Two

  GRACE

  I pressed my head down on the seat in front of me and scrunched my knees up closer to my chest. I felt like if I took too deep of a breath then Cutter or Blaze were going to hear and then discover me, hidden in the back of their black town car.

  I glanced out the window at the rain dripping down hard on the glass. Thank God that it had been raining today or Cutter and Blaze probably would have taken their bikes to where ever we were headed.

  And by we, I meant them.

  I wasn’t technically invited, but I’d snuck into the backseat anyway.

  I couldn’t help it. I was so worried about Cutter, I wasn’t going to let him walk off into an ambush and get shot just because he was trying to protect me. And he wouldn’t talk to me about anything that was going on; he wouldn’t even hear me out.

  So, really, he left me no choice.

  The only way to keep up on what the hell was going on was to follow him and listen in on whatever the hell he was going to do. Not that it was of much use so far. Cutter was so tense that Blaze and him were barely saying anything at all. The silence in the car was filled with tension and emotion.

  I peeked up over the side of the seat and took in Cutter’s hard face and intense demeanor. He was clutching the steering wheel so damn tight that his knuckles were white. I hated seeing him this way, so worked up. So determined to walk into a dangerous situation.

  “If you keep that up, you’re going to lose the feeling in your hands.”

  Cutter jumped, like he had forgotten Blaze was there.

  “Relax.” Blaze glanced out the window. “Nothing has even happened yet.”

  "I just told Grace the same shit." Cutter shook his head. “I don’t want to drag this out. The longer we work on a plan like this, the more chance there is that Stone and the rest of his brothers get a heads up on the fact that we’re coming. And if that happens…”

  “It won’t,” Blaze assured him. “I already have one of my boys on the ground out there, taking in the surveillance outside. Shutter is on his way to the warehouse now with the building blueprints. We will study them; figure out whe
re Stone is most likely to be, then start to assemble a team.”

  “Shutter,” Cutter mumbled, laughing.

  “Hey, at least, he’s good for something.” Blaze chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

  It worked for a second. “Yeah, you know he’s going to show up all excited about our newest ‘mission.’” He looked at Blaze out of the corner of his eye. “And how he can’t wait to come along and help.”

  “And then be all devastated when you tell him he has to sit this one out.”

  “One of these days I’m going to have to actually let him come along.” Cutter finally let up on the wheel a little bit. “I can’t keep telling him he’s not ready forever.”

  “Yeah, right. If you let him come anywhere with us, he’ll be killed in a second and you know it.” Cutter didn’t say anything and Blaze let out a huff. “Don’t even think about it, Cutter.”

  “He might surprise us,” Cutter pointed out.

  “You’ll end his life. He can’t handle any mission right now, let alone one involving Green Grove. You might as well put a fucking bullet in his head yourself and save him the travel time.”

  “Fine, then you tell him this time. I’m sick of seeing that damn look in his eyes, it’s the same one Heather just gave me when I left her back at the fucking bar.”

  Blaze dug into his pocket and a second later I saw the glow of his screen coming to life. “Heather will be fine and so will Shutter, he’s lucky that we humor him at all.”

  “I want to move as soon as possible.” Cutter tightened his grip again, forgetting about Shutter. “I think we should be on route by tomorrow night at the absolute latest.”

  I gulped. Tomorrow night? That was so soon.

  “We can’t just move without a plan or without knowing what we’re getting ourselves into. We walk in there blindly and we won’t make it far, if we need to take a little extra time to make sure we get the job done right then so be it.”

  “I’m just so anxious,” Cutter mumbled. “I want to get in there.”

  He sounded calmer than he did back in the room, though, a lot calmer. And his intense stare was down a couple notices now. It finally occurred to me just how much being around Blaze relaxed him. He trusted him more than he trusted anything else in his life. That was clear.