by E. C. Land
Removing the shorts I’d told him to change into, my gaze drops to his dick. I nibble on my lip as Stoney wraps his hand around his width and starts to stroke himself gently.
“You want this, Doll?” he asks.
I nod my head profusely as I bring my gaze up to his.
“I need the words, baby,” he growls, stepping to the end of the bed.
“Yes, I want it,” I murmur.
“Are you mine?” If he’d asked me that five years ago, I’d have said yes. A few weeks ago, I’d have fought it. But the truth is, I’ve always been his. My heart has always belonged in his hands, even when he didn’t know it.
“You own me, heart, body, and soul,” I whisper, leaning back on my forearms.
Climbing onto the bed, Stoney places kisses along my body as he makes his way up until his face is directly in front of mine.
“I own you just as you hold everything I am in your hands, baby. I won’t always be able to give you what you want. Sometimes you may hate the way I talk to you. But I’m tellin’ you now, I won’t ever cheat, lie, or abuse you. I want nothing more than to protect you just as much as I want to love you,” he rasps.
“All I’m going to ask is that you don’t treat me like a possession. I’ll be your property, ol’ lady, whatever you want. Just don’t break my heart,” I breathe. Holding his gaze, I don’t give him a chance to say another word before I lift my head to press my lips to his. I slip my tongue into his mouth easily as I wrap an arm around his neck.
I moan into his mouth as he nudges my legs apart, still being mindful of my leg with the cast as he places himself where I’ve wanted him to be every night over the past week. He’s an addiction I’ll always need. There is nothing compared to having him sink inside of me.
As Stoney slowly presses his dick inside my pussy, I tear my mouth from his to say his name.
“Yeah, baby, you’re all mine,” he growls as he begins to thrust inside with controlled strokes.
“Harder, Scott. I need you to fuck me harder,” I cry out as he does just that. Lifting my good leg over his shoulder, giving him better access, he powers into me over and over until I’m screaming his name.
“Fuck, yeah, Doll, come on my cock. Squeeze me with that vise of a pussy. Nothing feels like home more than being deep inside you.” His thrusts become sporadic as he gets closer to his own orgasm. He groans out my name as he sinks to the hilt as he comes.
Stoney slowly lowers my leg from his shoulder, pressing a kiss to my calf. A shiver runs through my body at the press of his lips. Leaning down, Stoney braces himself on his elbows to keep from crushing me as he presses his forehead to mine.
“I fuckin’ love you, Rachel,” he murmurs against my lips. “I swear to you, I won’t allow anything to happen to your heart. I promise you that.”
My heart begins to flutter in my chest at his admission and I moan as he begins to slowly thrust inside me again. The man could go hours without going soft, and that’s with coming.
“I love you too, Scott. Now, take me again. I’ve missed you this past week,” I state.
“Your wish is my command.” He grins as he begins to deepen his movements yet keeps them controlled like he’d done before. “I think I’ll continue to fuck you until we’re both boneless.”
“Umm . . . I like that idea.”
“Will you tell me how you found Corinne?” I ask, my body pressed against his side as Stoney strokes a hand along my back.
His hand pauses for a brief moment as he sighs. “I’d put out the word I’d been looking for her. I got a call this morning from the Prez of the Royal Bastards MC in Elizabeth City. He said he intercepted the trade that was supposed to take place, captured Jackal, and called me first thing this morning,” he mutters.
“D-Do you know who he was giving her to?” I ask.
“Doll, I don’t think you need to know that part. Just know they won’t be coming for her. If they were to try, they’d die immediately,” he stresses.
I want to argue the fact I have a right to know this information, but then again, I need to trust in Stoney. He will do everything in his power to never allow Corinne to be taken ever again.
I nod my head in understanding and smile.
“You know, I believe there was something I still need to do to you,” he smirks as he flips me to my back and moves down my body to settle between my legs. Pressing a kiss to my mound, he stares up at me. “It’s time to enjoy my feast.”
36
Stoney
Two weeks I waited to end Jackal’s life. That doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed beating the fuck out of the fucker throughout that time. No, I’d wanted to find out exactly how Jackal was related to Rachel, which I’d finally found out when Nerd pulled up all their mother’s records. Their mother had lied about her age, name, everything. Where she’d claimed she was nineteen when she’d had Rachel, she was really twenty-three. The bitch had Jackal at the age of fourteen.
The kicker was who got her pregnant. Ironically, it was none other than Flame, the motherfucker who’d tried to kill my daughter-in-law. Seems everything has come full circle now that we understand all the puzzle pieces.
Shaking my head clear of the confusion, I step into the Pocket to face the asshat one last time. I cover my mouth and nose the moment I step into the room. Fuck, he’s got this place stinking to high heaven.
Grabbing one of the face masks, I put it in place before turning my attention to the traitor to our club. “Are you ready to meet the devil?” I snarl as I step next to the table Jackal is strapped to.
“Fuck you, asshole,” he mutters.
“No thanks, you’re not my type,” I chuckle, grabbing a lever that will stand the table straight with him still strapped in place. Releasing the lever, I move around the room and grab what’s needed for what I have planned.
Placing four five-gallon buckets in front of him, I fill each one with cement mix and water before using the paddle I keep in here for mixing the materials together.
Once each bucket is mixed, I take one of the buckets and pour the cement into two smaller but wider buckets. Putting the five-gallon one to the side, I step over to the tool table and hit the switch on the radio for Drowning Pool’s ‘Let the Bodies Hit the Floor’ to blare through the room. Hitting another switch for the heat to kick on, I move back to what I was doing.
Without a word, I lift each one of the asshole’s feet and place them in the two smaller buckets.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he screams out as I step back and grab the bucket I’d started with and lift it to pour over his head. I continue with the remaining three buckets and repeat the process several times.
After the third time around, I remove my shirt due to the heat in the room and wipe my face. As I continue to cover him, his screams become muted. Pouring the last of the third round, I grab a spatula and spread the wet cement until it’s smooth where it needs to be.
I mix one last round and repeat the process of smoothing the material out. Satisfied with my work, I grab several of the steel rods and send them straight through the middle of Jackal's body.
Stepping back, I remove my mask and toss it to the floor. The prospects can come in here later to clean this mess up and take Jackal’s statue to where it belongs.
I grab my shirt and leave the Pocket. As I step out into the fresh air, I suck in the heavenly smell.
Glancing around the area, I spot Blaze, Tracker, and a few other brothers. “How do y’all feel about taking a ride?” I call out as I walk toward them.
“Where we goin’?” Coyote asks.
“To pay a visit to an old friend,” I shrug.
“Sounds good to me. You wanna change first though?” Tracker asks, pointing at the cement drying on my clothes.
“Naw, I’m good. I’ll change when we get back,” I say as I straddle my bike and bring her to life. I’d gotten her back a few days after switching it with Horse for the truck when he’d ridden up here. He got to meet Rachel and act
ually had remembered her from before she moved off to college.
Clearing my throat, I lift the kickstand and pull out, heading in the direction of my destination. It doesn’t take more than thirty minutes to pull up at the run-down house.
“What the fuck are we doing here?” Tracker demands.
“Takin’ care of unfinished business,” I explain as I turn my bike off and climb off.
With understanding, each of my brothers follow me into the house. I don’t bother knocking since this isn’t a friendly visit. Kicking the door in, I hear loud moans and groans coming from somewhere inside the place.
“Fuck if I want to see that bitch naked,” Tracker grumbles.
Chuckling, I follow the sounds and come to a stop at the entrance to the living room. Damn, that’s a sight I never want to see again— Rachel’s momma takin’ it up the pussy and ass while suckin’ dick.
“Which one of you is Neil?” I yell, gaining their attention.
“What the fuck? Get the hell out of my house,” the cunt screeches as the assholes stop fuckin’ her.
“I don’t think so, bitch,” I sneer. “Now, which one of you is Neil? I won’t ask again.”
“That would be me, motherfucker. Who do you think you are coming into my house like you own the bitch, huh?” Neil demands as he puts his puny dick away.
“Good to know. Name’s Stoney,” I say, pulling my gun out of the back of my jeans, lifting the gun to Neil’s head, and pulling the trigger.
Rachel’s cunt of a mother screams, covering her mouth as she begins to blubber away.
The other two men do their best to rush putting their clothes back in place. Unfortunately for them, they are too slow as I aim for each one of their heads, pulling the trigger and taking them down.
I finally aim for the cunt. “You know who I am?” I ask.
She nods her head as she begins to beg for her life.
“If you know who I am, then do you know why I’m here,” I demand.
The cunt shakes her head no and starts to back away. “I . . . I d-didn’t m-mean to have him killed. I-It was an accident,” she wails.
I still for a moment, letting it sink in what she’d just admitted. “You killed Rosco?” I snarl.
“Isn’t that why you’re here?” she asks in confusion, tears falling down her cheeks.
“No, it fuckin’ isn’t. You fucked up messin’ with my ol’ lady. Selling her to some sick fuck,” I roar and pull the trigger, hitting her square between the eyes at the same time hatred contorted her face. “Rot in hell like the monster you are,” I say.
“Damn, Prez, did you have fun?” Blaze chuckles as he walks around me to the first dead fuck on the floor.
“Naw, this was just something that needed to be done, Rachel deserves to live in peace and not worry about her whore of a mother. Plus, we now know for a fact Rosco’s accident wasn’t a mishap,” I state.
“Yeah, true. What do you want to do with this mess?” Shadow asks.
“Blaze, burn this bitch to the ground,” I order as I turn to leave. This part of the day is over and done. Now, it’s time to move the fuck on.
Nothing else I have to worry about for now. Especially since I also don’t have to worry about Rachel’s ex anymore. He’s as dead as the rest of his club. I’d heard about it from one of our nomads that Lucien fucked up goin’ against the Reapers. Shame I didn’t get my hand in, but I ended the rest of them.
All I want is to enjoy raising Luca and Corinne with Rachel, and who knows, maybe have another kid or two.
Straddling my bike, I start her up and point in the direction of home.
Epilogue
Rachel
“Holy crap, this place is a madhouse,” I murmur to Momma B as I walk with her around the Franklin Charter clubhouse. I’d finally been able to get the cast off a month after the incident only to be put in a boot for way too damn long.
If not for Stoney wanting to wait until I was completely healed before making a trip here, I’d have already met all the other ol’ ladies.
I didn’t think it would take five months. Then again, I didn’t think I’d be pregnant again within that same time frame. Well, I should rephrase that. I didn't want to think about the chances but didn’t stop Stoney from having his wicked way with me.
So yep, here I am, pregnant with a small bump to prove it.
“It can be, but since it’s Emerson’s birthday party, there’s a few extra people here. Such as Ricochet. He’s her claimed brother,” Momma B chuckles, pointing to a man I balk at. “Yep, that’s every woman’s first thought of him when they see him here. Come on, I’ll introduce you to Emerson and a few of the others while Luca and Corinne are content with Stoney.”
“Okay, might as well get the ‘hi’s’ and ‘how are you’s’ out of the way,” I mumble and walk with her over to Emerson.
“Happy Birthday,” Momma B says.
“Oh my God, Momma B, you made it. And you must be Stoney’s ol’ lady, Rachel,” Emerson says, hugging Momma B then me.
“Umm, yeah,” I say, smiling, though the feeling of discomfort fills me at the scrutiny Ricochet seems to be shooting my way.
I stay silent as Momma B and Emerson talk, asking questions and engaging Ricochet into the conversation as well.
“Ricochet was just telling me about Boss’ little girl right before you walked over. He showed me a picture and she’s the cutest little thing,” Emerson says. “Ricochet, show her the picture you showed me.” The excitement in her voice would make anyone around her just as excited.
“Sure thing,” he says and does something on his phone and turns it to us. I have to hide my need to vomit. The little girl looks so much like Stoney yet at the same time looks like the woman holding her.
“Isn’t she gorgeous,” Emerson says.
“She’s beautiful,” I nod, agreeing with her.
“Ray,” Kenny yells out my name, waving me over. Thank God I’m saved by the woman I’ve grown close to. Horse and Kenny had come to the clubhouse several times to visit so they could spend time with Luca and Corinne and so Stoney could hang out with his grandkids.
“I better go see what’s going on,” I say.
Walking away from them, I wonder if Stoney knows about Boss’ daughter. Does he know and hasn’t wanted to tell me? Nausea hits me and instead of making my way to Kenny, I rush into the clubhouse and into the bathroom. I barely make it before puking all over myself.
Tears roll down my cheeks as my heart breaks. Stoney has another child, one with a woman who looks similar to me in skin tone. Why wouldn’t he want to be with her?
“Doll, you okay?” Stoney’s voice comes from the other side of the door.
“Go away,” I groan as I sink to the floor.
“Not happening,” he says as he steps into the bathroom. His brows furrow at the sight of me sitting on the floor crying.
“Do you know you have a daughter? Did you know and not want to tell me? Are you with me because I look like her?” I stammer out question after question as tears fall down my cheeks.
“Baby, I need you to calm down,” Stoney murmurs as he squats down in front of me.
As I regain some control of my emotions, I lean my head against the wall behind me and close my eyes. “Did you know?” I ask again.
“What are you talking about, Doll? What has you this upset?” he demands, his body tensing.
“I’m asking if you knew you and Boss have a daughter,” I murmur.
“I don’t have a daughter with anyone but you, Doll. Corinne’s my little girl,” he says calmly.
“You do. I saw her picture. She looks just like you and her mom. She’s like the perfect combination of the both of you,” I say.
“Come on, Doll, let’s get you off the floor,” he states as he lifts me into his arms. He doesn’t let go when he stands to his full height, but turns and heads for the room we’re staying in. Laying me on the bed, he stretches out next to me. “If it’s true and this little girl is mine
, then she’s mine and I won’t deny her. But I’m telling you, I didn’t know anything about her. Though I will be contacting Boss to find out from her. This is something I need to hear from Boss herself.”
“Did you want me because she and I share similarities?” I ask with a waited breath.
Please say no.
“Rachel, look at me,” Stoney orders.
Lifting my gaze to meet his, I wait for him to answer me.
“Did I ever treat you like you were a replacement for some other woman? No, because I love you for you. You own me just as much as I own you. I’d been waiting to give this to you and had intended to do this out there in front of everyone, but fuck it,” he says, standing up off the bed.
I sit up on the bed as Stoney steps over to one of our bags and pulls two things out.
“This, I want you to have so it shows the world you’re mine,” he states as he turns around to show me a cut that has ‘Property of Stoney’ on it. Placing the cut on the bed next to me, Stoney lifts the other thing, opening the box, and pulling out a ring. “Now, this will show the world you have my last name. Rachel, will you marry me?” he asks as he puts the ring on my finger.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I’d gladly marry this man any day of the week. And I’ll stand by him even with this news or any other situation that might arise. He deserves someone to be there no matter what. I’ll be his property because he owns my heart and I own his.
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