Claimed by The Beast | LGBT Bikers

36 // On His Knees

❥ KNOX'S POV

Knox places his helmet on and starts the engine on his bike, the sound blending in with the rumbles of the other engines.

One thing remains clear throughout the ride, and it's his unwavering focus on the tan vehicle ahead. Thoughts of Ghost, of the trap they've laid for him, and of all the possible outcomes don't race through his mind until they arrive at their destination.

Finn parks the car in the center of the abandoned parking lot of the Kings Square Mall.

It's a sad, shadowy shell of what it once was. Broken store windows and the faint smell of mildew and rotting wood taints the air these days. The signs, once bright and inviting, are now damaged and faded.

Perfect place to kill a man and hide his body...

As the members hide their bikes inside the dilapidated building to keep from tipping off The Jackals, Gavin and Alvin are quick to jump into action. They walk the entire area, eyes scanning every possible hiding spot to make sure there's no unwanted presence lurking.

Knox positions his bike in a dim corner inside the mall, leaving his helmet hanging on the handlebar. Every fiber in his being is on fire with anticipation, but he doesn't let it show.

While making his way back outside, he approaches the Jackals car. It's The Fallen Angels' bait, and Knox can't ignore the tightness in his chest every time he glances at Everett who sits inside waiting for the shit to hit the fan.

A gentle tap on the window captures Finn's attention.

The car door swings open and he steps out, having been expecting this moment. "Take all the time you need, brother."

Knox's response is wordless, a simple nod. Slipping into the driver's seat, he turns to face Everett.

The boy's mask of bravery slips further, and Knox can't help himself as he reaches out to entwine their fingers. Their connection is buzzing.

"You good?" Knox's voice is soft this time, seeking confirmation. It's not about the plan, the trap, or even the danger that's literally on its way. It's about him and Everett, and nothing else. "You can still back out of this. Gavin will understand."

Everett shakes his head. "I'm okay. Just ready to get it over with."

"You'll be alright," Knox replies reassuringly, but all he wants right now is to snatch Everett up and take off down the road. "You don't have to get out of this car. The second Ghost shows up, we'll all be on his ass. You only need to remember—"

"To duck," Everett finishes, squeezing Knox's hand. His brown eyes are full of questions and apprehension. "But you can't duck while you're in the line of fire. So now what?"

"You know I'm not new to this, kitten." Knox lets his thumb skim over the top of Everett's hand, the gesture more soothing than he knows. "Neither are my brothers. So unless the man shows up with the goddamn U.S. Army behind him, we'll be able to take him down with minimal effort."

"I believe you." Everett's words ring hollow when stacked against the anxious look in his eyes, and the way his knee won't stop bouncing up and down; a physical manifestation of the turmoil cooking inside him.

Everett's heartbeat rings loud in his ears, drowning out the faint sounds of the members positioning themselves for battle. This isn't his world; it's Knox's. But they've blurred the lines between their worlds so damn often that Everett can't help but feel entangled in all of this chaos.

And Knox feels every bit responsible.

"We have some time left before Ghost is set to arrive. Wanna get out of here?" Knox suggests, unable to sit there and watch as Everett suffers internally.

"And go where?" Everett's brow furrows, taken off guard by the proposal. "Disney World?"

"Just get out of the damn car." A hint of mischief shimmers in Knox's grey eyes, his lips tugging up flirtatiously. "I want to show you something."

Everett's cheeks tint red at the gentle command, but he obeys and follows Knox's lead.

Neither of them pays anyone any mind as Knox's firm grip pulls him deep inside the mall. They walk past dilapidated shops, stepping over garbage and ducking under fallen debris. The smell doesn't get any better the farther they go in, but it's the last thing on their minds when Knox stops in front of what used to be someone's office.

They step inside and the door clicks shut behind them. Before Everett can utter a word, Knox's lips capture his in a searing kiss that makes both of them lose their heads. It's a kiss so fucking good that it actually douses the flames of anxiety within them.

Knox pulls back just enough to murmur, "You're too tense. You won't be able to think straight when shit starts popping off, so let me help you relax."

Everett's breath catches as Knox moves him toward the door, pressing him against it. The need and wanting bubbling within them intensifies the longer they touch each other, one of Knox's hands fumbling with the button and zipper on Everett's jeans.

"Oh, fuck. You're not actually going to—"

Knox halts, his expression unreadable. "If you don't want to, then I'll stop."

"What? Are you insane?" Everett blinks, confused and now sporting a semi. "Of course I want to."

Knox chuckles darkly. His free hand grips the base of Everett's throat as he kisses him again, his tongue darting inside Everett's mouth to taste.

"Clear your mind for me, kitten. Don't want you thinking about anything except for me." Everett moans in response to Knox's words, his hips bucking forward once Knox successfully frees his cock. "Say it back."

"I..." Everett licks his lips, his body damn near trembling with the need to have Knox's mouth on him. "I'm not thinking about anything or anyone but you."

"Good boy." Knox sinks to his knees. "Now hold your shirt up for me."

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