Tiny's Hope

by E. C. Land

  “Not for long. My brothers, Nicholas, Tristan, Rèmy, and I have decided we’re done with the bullshit. It’s time for a change and that begins with us having our truce with you all.” He shrugs.

  “Why now?” I ask, wanting to know what made this decision.

  “As I mentioned it’s time for a change. The old man is getting too old for his position and becoming a monster each and every day. Probably doesn’t help that Deanna helped shape that in him as he did with her. None of us liked Deanna, especially for what she’s done to our sisters. We might be brutal fuckers, but the bitch fucked up when she messed with Olivia.” I knew the four brothers were protective of their sisters but Félix being the eldest probably takes the weight of it all. “This being said, no hard feelings will come from what happened to the bitch. We’ve already told our father we wouldn’t be retaliating for the problems Deanna caused for herself which in turn cost her, her life.”

  “So, what is it you want from us,” I prod, intrigued by this information.

  “Means you’ll stay out of our business and we’ll stay out of yours. My father might not know it was you all interfering with our shipments but the four of us do. Things in that department are changing and with that, perhaps you’ll see good things in possibly even working together on some things in the future.”

  “You want a truce it’ll have to be decided in church but I’ll tell you now, if your business involves trafficking women then my brothers will be against it. We don’t take kindly to women being sold as slaves,” I remark.

  “Understood and no, it won’t involve trafficking of women; however, it will entail women but none will be held against their own will,” Fèlix confirms.

  “Then I’ll bring it to the table and let you know,” I mutter.

  “Good, now one last thing you should know, and this being the reason I needed to come right as the sun set. There’s word travelling in New Orleans about someone planning to come after your ol’ lady and little girl. It’s why when I saw Tiny at the diner this morning, I sat with her as a precaution and had every intention of calling you to let you know where she was.”

  At Fèlix’s comment, I clench my fist to keep my anger in check.

  “Do you know who?” I demand.

  “No, it was reported to me by my little sister, Sabine overheard two men speaking of this at the brothel.”

  Fuck.

  “Thanks for the information, Fèlix. I’ll be sure to bring it up to the club about the truce. Once I know I’ll let you know our answer. If you hear anything else let me know if you will,” I state, ending our meeting.

  I need to fill my brothers in and then we need to figure out what the hell we’re gonna do.

  When it comes to my family, I’ll do whatever the fuck I need to do to keep them safe. And if that means going hunting for the sick bastards wanting my ol’ lady I only hope to get my hands bloody.

  Chapter Eleven

  Tiny

  I knew the moment Chains opened the door to our room something was very wrong.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, standing from where I was kneeling on the floor where River and Brook were playing with their toys.

  “Nothing for you to worry about, Bitsy, I’ve got it covered,” Chains utters quietly, his eyes burning into me.

  I nod though I don’t truly believe him. Something’s happened and he just doesn’t want me to know about it.

  Deciding to take his mind off of whatever’s bothering him, I grab his hand and tug him toward me. “Come on let’s get the twins down for the night and then come have a shower with me,” I suggest.

  “Sounds good, baby,” Chains says his eyes flicker with lust as he pulls me into him and captures my lips.

  Hm, I love when he does this.

  Maybe it’s my hormones or whatnot but for some reason his movements cause my panties to become soaked. I finally put on a pair of shorts after Chains left the room to go deal with club business. Mainly I did it to keep myself from taking care of my own business.

  Releasing his hand, I turn around to return my attention to River and Brook to see them playing together with the blocks. “Alright you two, time to go nighty night,” I murmur, bending down to pick up one of the twins making sure my ass presses against Chains as I do so.

  Chains places his hands on my waist and squeezes me there. “You’re in trouble, Bitsy,” he vows.

  Giggling, I straighten pulling River up with me as I turn to face him. “You say that now.”

  “Fuck, baby, move so I can get Brook. It’s time to get them in bed since you want to play with fire,” he rasps gravelly while stepping around me instead of giving me a chance to step aside. “Up you go, princess.” My heart melts every time I hear him speaking to one of our kids especially when he coos at Brook.

  Both of us holding a child we make our way over to the twins’ room where I change River’s diaper and put clean clothes on him before switching with Chains who takes our son and puts him in his crib while I do the same process with Brook.

  Soon as I’m done, he takes her while I prep the nighttime bottles I keep in here for this very reason. There’s something to be said about teamwork as I shake the bottles in my hands. Suddenly thoughts of the last time we’d been in here together assault my brain and my thoughts bring a new fear to mind.

  “Darren,” I ask, stilling my hands from where I was shaking the bottles, unsure if I want to give it to them.

  “Yeah, Bitsy,” he murmurs.

  “Do you think Sera could have tampered with the twins’ formula? We didn’t give them any of it yesterday and we haven’t been in here since,” I blurt.

  “Throw that shit away now, baby. I’ll send one of the prospects out to get some more. Grab Brook, they’re sleeping in their playpens tonight,” he states, his tone going from gentle to harsh in a matter of seconds.

  Nodding I do as he says and throw the bottles in the trash and grab Brook out of her crib. She squeals in delight, probably thinking it’s not bedtime yet.

  Chains and I take the twins back to our room, which thankfully I still had two bottles in there with formula, so we didn’t need to send anyone just yet to get more. I place Brook in her playpen and cover her up as Chains does the same with River. Quickly I mix up two more bottles and give one to each baby. “Night night,” I murmur.

  Stepping away from the playpens, I turn the lamps on the lowest setting dimming the room where Chains and I could still see but for the twins where it is dark enough not to keep them awake.

  “Time to shower,” Chains declares a wicked grin slipping into place as he stares at me. “Seems I’ve got to teach my ol’ lady a lesson or two. Best of all I get to finally sink my cock in my wife’s pussy.”

  I truly love that idea of Chains naked with me in the shower and his cock deep inside my pussy. Hm. Yeah that idea definitely sounds good to me.

  Lifting me up in his arms, Chains carries me into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. He sets me down on the counter, steps away from me without taking his eyes off me. Reaching into the shower he turns the water on and the sounds of water immediately fills the room.

  Chains toes his boots off and removes his shirt. I hadn’t even realized until just now he’d already taken his cut off. Stepping up to me, Chains slides his fingers under the shirt I’m wearing. His touch sends tingles throughout my body and my pussy aches to feel him inside it.

  Sliding the shirt over my head, he drops the fabric to the floor, and trails his fingers down my shoulders swirling the tips along my skin delicately until he reaches my nipples where he then pinches the tips causing me to moan due to the sensation.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful, Bitsy, I don’t see how I was blinded to the fact you were pregnant when looking at these babies here you can already tell they’re bigger,” he rasps, his eyes locked on my nipples as he leans down to capture one in his mouth.

  “Darren,” I gasp, feeling myself drenching my panties. Oh God, having his mouth on me with his tongue flicking aga
inst my nipples feels overwhelmingly blissful.

  Chains moves from one nipple to the next giving it the same attention. I grasp the back of his head, pulling him even closer as his mouth consumes me. I’ve always loved having his mouth on me. Didn’t matter where and right now it feels a hundred times better.

  A whimpering protest slips past my lips at Chains withdrawal but I don’t have to wait long as his hands move to my panties and tears them off my hips. How he’s capable of doing this while I’m still seated on the counter I’ll never know. One minute he’s removing them the next he’s on his knees his mouth latching on to my clit.

  “Darren,” I cry out as the orgasm flies over me before I even realize I’m so close. This is what he does to me.

  Chains works his magical tongue lapping at my juices bringing me to yet another orgasm before relenting. I want nothing more than to feel him inside me but I know he’s going to do what he wants to do when he wants to do it.

  Pulling back, Chains straightens, shoves his jeans down his legs taking his boxers with them. As Chains steps between my open legs, he lifts me off the counter. I tightly wrap my arms around his neck as my thighs tighten at his waist.

  “Fuckin’ love you,” he murmurs, stepping into the shower allowing the warm spray of water to rain down on us. The beauty of our shower is it’s a walk-in that you can literally fit up to six people and has two showerheads.

  “I love you too, Darren, so very much,” I whisper in return.

  Chains presses me into the tiled wall, lines his cock up with my pussy, and plunges me down on his girth.

  “Oh God, Darren,” I cry out unable to control myself. Having Chains inside me without a condom on feels amazing. I can’t get enough of him as I beg him for more. Needing him to fuck me harder.

  Chains’ thrusts almost seem calculated as he thrusts deep and pulls out to the tip then does it several more times as he brings me close to orgasm but keeps me from going over the edge. I plead with him to let me come but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he keeps the steady thrusts as they are, driving me insane.

  “Please Darren. I need to come,” I beg.

  “You will, baby, when you tell me who you belong to,” he grunts.

  “I belong to you,” I say without hesitation.

  “That’s fuckin’ right,” he growls, his hands tightening further on my hips. “You’re always gonna be mine, baby, always. Now come for me. Tighten that pussy on my cock as you suck my balls dry.”

  At his command, I do what he wants me to. I come and I come hard crying out his name.

  Chains’ thrusts speed up and he plows into me even harder as he comes closer to his orgasm. He growls my name as he stills his cock deep inside me as he finds his own release. “Sloane, baby, I didn’t think anything could be better than being balls deep inside you but knowing you’re mine in every way possible and pregnant again makes it all the fuckin’ better.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tiny

  “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I ask as Chains holds me in bed. After mind blowing sex in the shower, Chains took his time to dry me then himself off. Now I was only in one of his shirts while he’s in boxers. With the kids in here neither of us want to be naked. Which is how we usually end up at some point in the middle of the night.

  “I don’t want you worrying about it, Bitsy,” Chains sighs, his fingers gliding over the small of my back.

  “Worry about what?” This freaks me out.

  “Baby, let’s worry about it later. It’s already been a long fuckin’ day. One that I don’t want ruined by anything else,” Chains proclaims.

  “Okay,” I murmur. I understand where he’s coming from. “Will you tell me tomorrow?” I push.

  “Yeah, Bitsy, I’ll tell you tomorrow,” he mutters as he stills his fingers. “When I do though, I want you to promise me now that you won’t try to do something stupid like leave me.”

  Oh God, it must be bad if he wants me to promise not to leave him.

  “I promise,” I whisper and I mean it, I won’t even if I feel the urge to do so. I trust Chains and the club more than anyone else in the world to protect me. Hell, I was willing to leave my children with them instead of risking their lives with me. God, how could I be stupid to think about leaving them in the first place. I could have stood up to Chains and made him listen.

  But the letter I wrote for him said it all and now he gets it. I feared him hurting me last night in a way I’ve never felt before. Whereas tonight I’m snuggled into his chest about to sleep knowing he’ll be there when I wake up.

  “Good, baby. Come tomorrow I’m gonna have to tell you shit you’re not gonna want to hear. Hell, I don’t want to tell you but when I do just know I’ll give my life to protect you and our children.”

  Closing my eyes, I can take a wild guess as to what he’s going to tell me and he’s right. The thought makes me want to run. I’ve hidden for years from my father and I don’t want him catching up to me. I don’t want to become the property of a man who scares the daylights out of me. I don’t want anyone but the man who’s holding me in his arms right now. The very same man whose name is on my shoulder. Whose ring I’m now wearing. And the property patch I wear.

  There’s something to be said about fear and I can only hope I’m strong enough to withstand the fear. I also pray it doesn’t come down to me losing the man who holds my heart. Because if I lose him, you might as well put a bullet to my head and kill me right along with him. Make it into a real-life Romeo and Juliet type scene where they both die in the end.

  Sighing, I wrap myself tighter around Chains and hold on as tight as I can. “I love you, Darren Garnier. You’re not allowed to leave me. Ever. So, you do whatever the hell it is to make sure that never happens.”

  Chains chuckles quietly as he adjusts us until we’re on our sides facing each other. “Love you too, Bitsy, I promise you, I’ll be doing just that. Now let’s get some shut eye,” he rasps and presses a kiss against my lips.

  Nodding I burrow into his warmth and slowly drift off into a restless sleep.

  “You have a beautiful breeder, Vincent.” A fearful shiver flows through my body at this man’s words as he eyes me while speaking to my father.

  “That I do, Nixon, if only her cunt of a mother would have been as useful,” my father sneers, his hand runs through my hair and grips a chuck of it in his fist.

  “Do you believe she’ll be able to produce the sons I’m wanting?” Nixon asks his eyes grazing my body.

  I’m sure he’s envisioning me without the clothes I’m wearing.

  “Without a doubt, I’ve had the doctors test her to make sure she was indeed fertile and will be able to breed plentiful.” I inwardly cringe at being spoken of as if I were nothing more than a farm animal.

  “Then good, I’ll be back to claim her on her seventeenth birthday and I expect her to still have her virtue intact. I look forward to taking that myself,” Nixon says, causing my stomach to churn as he speaks to my father. Turning to me he takes a step forward. “I also look forward to seeing just how radiant your body really is. If you are good then I’ll keep you around for a long while.”

  “Bitsy, wake up, it’s okay, baby. It’s only a dream,” Chains murmurs against my ear as he holds me tight to him.

  My breathing is harsh as I remember the sheer terror of that night when Nixon came to the house. The way he leered at me with lust in his eyes.

  Nausea rolls in my stomach and it’s all I can do to rush out of the bed and into the bathroom. I fall to my knees in front of the toilet right as vomit comes up.

  Tears well in my eyes as I continue to hurl.

  “Easy, baby,” Chains murmurs as he pulls my hair from my face. “It’s gonna be okay.” His voice is filled with worry while trying to soothe me.

  As my stomach settles, I lift my head and look to Chains. “He can’t get me, Chains. I don’t want what he has planned for me. And if he knows about
Brook, he’ll take her too. She doesn’t deserve that kind of life. None of our babies deserve the terror that monster will put us all through,” I sob.

  “I know, baby. I know. Don’t you worry. Leave that shit to me. You need to stay calm and not get upset. Think of the baby you’re carrying. He or she is depending on you to protect them and that means you leave all the stress for me to handle. As for that fuckin’ so called father of yours don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you covered. No one is gonna get their hands on you,” he murmurs.

  Nodding I lean into him to press my forehead against Chains’ chest.

  “Come on, Bitsy, let’s get you cleaned up and back into bed. It’s still early in the morning,” he declares.

  “Oh God. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you due to my nightmare which caused me to have to vomit,” I grumble, sitting up. “I need to clean up and brush my teeth.”

  “Go ahead, do what you need to do. Then I’m putting you back to bed. Like I said, I’m making sure nothing happens to you,” Chains says sternly as he helps me up off the bathroom floor.

  “Does that mean I get to be carried around everywhere like Cleopatra?” I ask being a smartass.

  “If I fuckin’ have to, I’ll build one of those cushioned things they used back then and fuck yeah you will, baby. You’re my queen and I’m not about to take any chance with you. Already chanced it once and I’m one lucky fucker to not have lost you. I can only imagine what could have happened if someone came upon you when you were walking away from me.”

  And right there is the reason I knew without a doubt I could take him back as easily as I did. Chains loves me as much as I do him. He’s my everything as I am his. Together we’re stronger than we are apart. Especially when it comes to me. I don’t think I have strength within my soul without him to help lift me up.

  In a world full of people who look down on me, Chains makes sure I never feel the brutal hit of it all.

  Chapter Thirteen