Nora's Outrage

by E. C. Land

  With how hard she’s worked, she deserves the world.

  “Only if Tiny finds someone that we can trust, and I want one hell of a background check done. I’m not about to go through this shit. Between what’s happened to each one of y’all with your ol’ ladies, I’m not about to go through it myself,” Tyres mutters with a shake of his head.

  I knew he’d say that and I’m glad he’s agreed because I’ve already got the perfect woman for him to watch his daughter. I just don’t know how he’ll like having a live-in nanny or that this one is someone he knows. Someone from his past.

  But she’s also someone who’ll give him everything he needs and more.

  Or at least, I hope.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nora

  I thought I’d have nightmares from what I endured and to be honest, there were a few nights, but in the past five weeks, I’ve been doing a lot.

  Okay, so not really a lot. But Breaker has made sure that I had nothing to fear from that day. My doctor even made sure I was okay and didn’t need anything for post-partum.

  I thought I would, but I didn’t. With Breaker there for me and maybe that I pulled the trigger on the damn psycho bitch from hell ending her life helped in some way. I haven’t asked Breaker what happened to her body, and honestly, I don’t care.

  I don’t want to know what happened.

  I might not be having the nightmares, but Owen is. He’s terrified of being away from the both of us. When we go outside and a bug comes anywhere near him, he freaks out. The only thing he’s not scared of outside is Bart and that’s because he knows Bart is always around.

  Breaker gets up every night alongside me to help with not only Owen and his night terrors but also Oaklen. He gets up, soothes Owen or changes Oaklen’s diaper while I do the other and then sits with me while I nurse Oaklen.

  My brothers call each day since I’ve been home. They wanted to come down but haven’t had the time due to some shit they’ve been dealing with up in Virginia. Evidently, their boss, Jackson, has been given some seriously troubled jobs that involve them to focus.

  I can’t be mad at them and have no reason to be. They have their own lives.

  All the ol’ ladies decided to throw me a welcome Oaklen party rather than a baby shower since I didn’t get to have one before he came.

  Angelina seems to have gotten bigger over the past several weeks and is really showing. I knew she and I were only two months or so apart in pregnancy and now it’s her turn. We’re going to make sure she has a baby shower. She didn’t get to have one with her and Pitch Black’s son, Carson.

  Oaklen makes a noise as I finish getting ready for the day. Today is the first day I’m leaving both the boys for a little while and I’m doing it to spend some much-needed alone time with Breaker on the back of his bike.

  Smiling, I turn from the dresser to look at him in the bassinet we keep in the bedroom with us.

  “Hey, sweet boy, what are you talking about?” I coo to him sweetly.

  Since having him, I’ve been blessed with keeping my breasts as large as they are but losing the stomach. I’m not completely back to what I was before, but I can at least get into my jeans. Which is good because I didn’t want to go buying a bunch of new jeans.

  Oaklen coos again and I smile.

  Arms wrap around my waist and I feel Breaker’s warmth against my back. His front is plastered to my back enough that I can feel his cock through his jeans.

  I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

  “You ready, ma tendre?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.

  “Yeah, I’m ready,” I say, tilting my head to meet his gaze.

  “Lyrica’s downstairs ready to spend time with the boys,” he informs me with his grin that always gets me weak in the knees.

  “Okay, let me just put my shoes on. Is Owen already down there with her?” I ask, worried about how he’ll react to the fact we’re both leaving him for the first time. Sure Breaker’s left for a few hours at a time but never long enough for him to think otherwise.

  Then again, Owen’s close with all the ol’ ladies.

  “Yeah, he’s down there with Ly now as well as Fuse. I figured he’d help with him feeling secure,” Breaker says.

  Nodding, I pull out of his arms, finish braiding my hair in a side loose mermaid style and slide my feet into my motorcycle boots he bought me for our first anniversary. I then slip into my property cut that shows the world I’m his. Dressed and ready to go, I turn to face Breaker, only to have my heart melt at the sight of him cradling Oaklen in his arms. I swore I’d never have another baby after what I went through with Oaklen, but seeing them together, I would have more. I know it.

  I just don’t want to ever think of something else happening to me.

  But after the club decided they didn’t want strays at the clubhouse anymore, I don’t have to worry about more skanks trying stuff. At least not here where we live. There’s always going to be some bitch trying to get with my ol’ man because just look at him. He’s sex on a stick and he’s all mine.

  Without speaking, I close the distance between us, kiss the top of Oaklen’s head, and smile up at my man. “I love you, Orion.”

  “Love you too, mon amour,” he rasps and wraps an arm around me, steering me from the room. With his arm around my shoulders, I leave the bedroom ready to see what he has planned for today.

  I can hardly wait.

  It’s been so long since I’ve been on the back of his bike and I miss it more than anything else, even laying out in the sun on the beach.

  Wind therapy on the back of a bike while holding onto your man is the most exhilarating feeling there is.

  Leaving the house with a promise to be back soon to Owen, Breaker guides me out first to the boathouse, I knew the club had but knew it was off-limits.

  “What are we doing?” I ask, unsure if I want to be coming out here. The sound of gators hissing causes me to shiver.

  “Trust me, Spitfire,” he says, giving me a squeeze of reassurance.

  I bite my lip and nod. I trust him with my entire being and know he wouldn’t do anything to scare me.

  The door opens to the boathouse as we get close enough to it, revealing Brake standing there with a pissed grimace in place on his face.

  “Breaker,” I murmur as he guides me through the doorway and I catch sight of someone tied to a chair with a gag in their mouth.

  “Swore while you and the boys were in the hospital, I would find the sick fuck who would do the surgery on a woman who wanted to look like someone else.” Breaker lets go of my shoulders and faces me. “The club and I found that person, Spitfire, and before we end him, I wanted you to be here to see that I’m making sure nothing else happens to you again.”

  I suck in a harsh breath at his admission.

  This right here, him bringing me in here. Showing me this man, telling me this, proves to me just how much he loves our family and me. More than that, it shows the club, his brothers, trust me as well.

  It means the world to me.

  “Can I hear why he did it? Did she tell him a reason? Or was it just about money?” I ramble as questions pop into my head.

  “Ma beauté, it’s more complex than that,” Breaker states harshly, and then he shows me the anger he’s been holding onto. The anger that he’d never release on me. Instead, he’s waited for the fuse in him to be detonated and now’s that time.

  I nod in understanding and take a step back. Ryder wraps his arm around me in approval from one side and Fury does it from the other. Both men are hard men that are part of the beginning of this club starting and when they let you in, they let you in all the way.

  Silently, I stand between the two of them, letting them protect me while my man does what he needs to do and I stand there supporting him as he does it.

  It’s my job to stand by him as much as it’s my job to stand next to him as well. The difference is knowing when to let him stand in front of me or not.
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  Now is that time to let him do him and release the outrage that’s built a fire in him that needs to be let out.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Breaker

  The moment Nora nods her approval and understanding, I know she gets what’s about to happen. I need to do this, and I needed it to be in front of her.

  For the past five weeks, we tracked down the man who was greedy enough to take money from a woman that’s not even in her right mind to make her look like another woman. Doesn’t matter if the woman wanted to look like Tricks or not. She still went after my woman.

  I found out after telling Nora about what the guys found at Noémie’s place. She informed me that she knew it wasn’t Tricks because she’d met with the real Tricks before she left for Vegas. I’d asked why she didn’t tell me about it, Nora was simply respecting Tricks’ decision. I respected that in my woman and glad she found it in her to even speak to the other woman that she didn’t like.

  With both Fury and Ryder holding Nora protectively between them, I turn my attention to Chains, Tyres, and the rest of my brothers. Each one nods at me. Normally this would be Pitch Black’s job as the Enforcer, but this is personal for me and I intend to make this cunt pay.

  Turning to the doctor, a man who is after nothing but greed, I pull out the bowie knife from its holder on my jeans. I cut through the man’s gag but also slicing into his cheek at the same time.

  He screams in pain. “Are you crazy? What the fuck? Release me immediately. I’ll sue you all.”

  “You’re not going anywhere, motherfucker,” Tyres sneers.

  “You don’t know who I am,” he tries again.

  “Oh, we know who you are,” Chains chuckles menacingly. “And just so you know, they won’t care. You might think they do, but they don’t. MacDermott won’t care if you live or die. Neither will O’Connell or Brisbane.”

  The mention of men from the Alliance amuses me to no end, especially as the doctor pales at the hearing of MacDermott’s name. This man is a traitor to them all. As a doctor, he’s supposed to be a part of the Alliance, the Irish mafia. Seems this doctor didn’t know we have our own connections to not only them but to the De Lucas and Devores.

  All of it’s confusing as fuck if you think too hard on it, but we know they will take our side before some fuckhead who cuts into women’s faces in order to make them look different.

  Shaking his head, the doctor closes his eyes.

  “Tell me what made you want to change women’s features,” I command, pressing the tip of the blade against the good doctor’s nose, drawing blood. “Was it greed?”

  He refuses to answer.

  “Did you know what one of your patients was planning to do?” I snarl harshly, wanting answers.

  The doctor presses his lips firmly together, not wanting to answer.

  “Asshole, I swear to fuck, if you don’t answer my question, I will draw your pain out and make you beg for death before killing you,” I snap, pulling the blade away from his face and reaching out with my free hand and wrapping my fingers around his throat, squeezing the life out of him.

  His eyes widen as his lips part, trying to suck in a breath.

  “It only takes a little pressure to kill someone, but I’m not about to do that just yet.” I pull back on the pressure I have on his throat. “Now answer me.”

  “I knew what she wanted to do. I knew okay. She paid me a hell of a lot of money. She had plans. But her work is not done. There will be another coming for you. Deanna Delano’s death won’t be in vain,” he yells.

  “What the fuck did you just say?” Chains growls, stepping closer.

  “Deanna Delano’s death will not be in vain she will have her revenge, even from the ground,” the doctor spits out.

  Done with this shit, I grip the asshole’s hair in my hand and slice my blade through his throat. Blood pools from him as I release him and his head slumps down. Finishing up, I slam the steel through the top of his skull, leaving it there.

  I step away from the dead doctor and heave a heavy breath.

  “Breaker, leave it for another time,” Pitch Black says, coming forward.

  “Tomorrow, we have church. Everyone is there. Until we know what the hell this fucker meant by that dead cunt’s death not being in vain, no ol’ lady is left alone.” Chains’ fury can be felt throughout the boathouse.

  Deanna Delano caused him enough hell he doesn’t need anymore.

  Nodding, I turn to where Nora’s standing there waiting for me. I’m surprised to not see contempt or fear in her eyes. “This is me,” I say, needing her to know.

  “I know. I’ve always known,” she states, stepping forward. “Let’s get you to the clubhouse and cleaned up. You still owe me a ride on the back of your bike.”

  Fuck me.

  This is why my ol’ lady is who she is. Brave, strong, and without a doubt the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

  Taking her hand, I pull her out of the boathouse, letting my brothers do their thing and prep the good doctor as a meal to Bart and the others.

  We walk in silence until we get to our room in the clubhouse. It’s then Nora releases my hand and as the door closes behind me, she sinks to her knees. Her hands reach out to undo my belt and open my jeans to release my cock.

  “Spitfire, what are you doing?” I ask gruffly.

  “What I want and what you need,” she states with a matter-of-fact tone.

  “You don’t have to do that, ma tendre,” I tell her, shaking my head.

  “I do, Orion. This is what we both need. I need you as much as you need me and right now, I want you to claim me. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. That is unless it’s not my mouth you want.” She smirks.

  Oh, fuck me.

  What did I do to deserve this woman of mine?

  Grinning, I reach out and wrap my hand through her hair fuckin’ up her braid.

  “Open up, Spitfire, I’m about to fuck that pretty little mouth,” I growl, ready to do just as she wants me to.

  I’m claiming my woman’s body for the first time since Oaklen was born. I’m reconnecting my woman to me in the most primal way and I’m doing it hard and rough.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Nora

  After witnessing Breaker kill a man, you’d think I’d be scared to have him touch me, but you’re wrong. I’ve seen it before, and it didn’t scare me then. It definitely doesn’t now. Not when it means he’s doing it to protect us. To protect his family.

  The man he killed was nutso. He was part of what happened to me, even if it was at a distance. On the way to his room, I decided I wanted to go for a different ride. One that means everything to not just me but to him as well. It’s the first time since we had our second child that we’ll be intimate with each other again.

  It was our plan anyway to have sex today, but this will be even better.

  The moment we’re in his room, I sink down to my knees and pull his cock out from his jeans. My pussy already soaked my panties and I’m ready for him. But I need to taste him first.

  Breaker tried to stop me, but I’m not about to let that happen. No way in hell. We need this. I need it and so does he. “I do, Orion. This is what we both need. I need you as much as you need me, and right now, I want you to claim me. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. That is unless it’s not my mouth you want.”

  The way his eyes fill with lust at my demand for him to fuck me and the challenge I put at the end of it, oh yeah, I’m about to get it—every last part of what I want and more.

  Breaker’s hand slides through my hair, tightening through the strands, gripping it firmly. His other hand wraps around his cock, pointing it to my lips. “Open up, Spitfire, I’m about to fuck that pretty little mouth.” A shudder rushes down my spine at the growly tone in his voice. It vibrates through me, causing me to wish I had my jeans off so I could touch myself.

  Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around Breaker’s cock. I keep my eyes locked on his while putting just enough pr
essure to suck him deep. I take him all the way to the back of my throat, encompassing as much as I could. His cock is massive, and I’ve only ever been able to take three-fourths of him, but he never complains.

  He loves it.

  Breaker’s nostrils flare when I pull back enough to swirl my tongue around the tip.

  “Fuck, ma chou. Suck my cock,” he commands, grabbing my hair with both hands now.

  “Make me,” I challenge him.

  Grinning, he does just that. His eyes stay locked on mine the entire time. he fucks my mouth ruthlessly. Just the way I want him.

  “Fuck, Nora. I’m gonna come,” he grinds out, not letting up one bit. I hum my approval greedily, wanting him to come down my throat.

  Breaker roars my name loud enough to bring down the walls if he wanted as his cum shoots down the back of my throat.

  I don’t let up suction around him, not until I drain him of everything he has.

  With a harsh breath, Breaker pulls from my mouth and I let him with a pop. I then find myself lifted off the floor and flung onto the bed. My jeans and boots are quickly removed without a word coming from Breaker.

  No words are even needed at this moment. He’s my everything and I can see everything he needs to say in his eyes.

  Soon as the jeans clear my feet, he spreads me wide and dives straight in, fucking me with his mouth.

  “Breaker,” I gasp, needing more. So much more, and he gives it to me. Thrusting his tongue deep inside me, his fingers join in, and my hands move to his hair. Gripping hard, I hold on for the ride. The first wave of me about to come hits me out of nowhere.

  I scream his name and without warning, he releases his mouth from my pussy, and I find myself full of his cock sinking deep inside of me. His movements are just the way I like them. Fast, rough, and deep.

  Breaker sends me over the edge and keeps me spiraling deep into an abyss while I keep taking him deep with each powerful thrust. Never once letting up. Only when he fills me with his cum does he go taut over me. His cock twitches and Breaker groans my name.