by Carol Dawn
Knowing that she just painfully sacrificed her body to give me this wonderful gift has me the happiest fucking man in the world.
Once I’m balls deep, I freeze, giving her body a chance to adjust to my girth.
“I promise it won’t hurt like this again,” I whisper, kissing away her tears.
“We’ll stay like this forever if we have to,” I whisper against her lips.
A couple of minutes pass before she finally relaxes enough for me to move. I slide back until only the head of my cock is inside her before gently sliding back in.
“Holy fuck, you feel good, little one.”
Her whimpering and moaning have me the hardest I have ever been. I lose all control and slam inside her as deep as I can go causing her to throw her head back in a scream.
Knowing I need to stop and making sure she’s okay, I pause
“DON’T YOU DARE STOP,” she yells, causing me to laugh.
I don’t hold back. I fuck her hard and fast. Brutal. But my little one can take it. She was made for me.
Looking down, I see Thea’s skin tanned red from her recent orgasms, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her hips thrusting up to meet each blow to her pussy.
It’s all I can take just watching her. My balls tighten, and I slam into her one last time, pumping her full of my essence.
Falling forward, I only remember to catch myself at the last minute. With her panting face caged between my forearms, I lean down and kiss the scar on her face.
Mine.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Thea
I’m in the middle of changing Brendon’s diaper when Mason rushes into the nursery.
“Gotta go, little one,” he whispers. “Bear just called and said Rose is in the delivery room about to have her baby.”
I can’t help the smile the shoots across my face. “Oh, that’s wonderful. Give me a few minutes to get Brendon and myself dressed, and we can head out.”
Mason wraps his arms around me from behind.
“It’s not even four in the morning, baby. I want you two to stay home and get some more sleep. I can take you over first thing in the morning.”
In the morning?
“Why can’t I come with you now?” I ask, offended. “I want to be there with everyone else when the baby is born.”
“You know why, little one.”
Knowing that I’m about to lose my temper, I place a sleeping Brendon in his crib and walk to the living room. Mason follows less than a minute later.
“I understand your frustration.”
“No, I don’t think you do.” I try keeping my voice down, but my anger is boiling over. I’m tired of him treating me like a prisoner. “I’m stuck in this house every moment of every day. I love Brendon with my whole heart, but my goodness, I need a break. It’s been months, Mason. MONTHS! The threat is behind me. It was just someone being stupid.
I do the same monotonous things from the moment I open my eyes until I crawl under the blankets. I don’t feel like your girlfriend. I feel like a freaking prisoner.”
Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths. I don’t ever get angry, but I need him to understand how I’m feeling. I know he cares for me, but he never wants me to leave this house. It’s starting to take its toll.
“I just want to be there for my new friend,” I whisper, resigned.
Mason lovingly kisses my forehead.
“And you will be. First thing in the morning. I’ll be back soon. Lock the door and set the alarm behind me.”
Without another word, he turns and walks out the door.
Knowing he won’t leave until I do as he said, I lock the door and set the alarm. A minute later, his bike starts up, and the sound fades away.
I don’t think Mason realizes how much he just hurt me. Knowing that he’s driving off to wait with his family while a new member is being born and not allowing me to be part of that is breaking my heart.
I love him. I truly do. My soul will always belong to him. But I can’t take this anymore. I’m tired of being shoved behind a door and told to stay put.
If Mason wants to treat me like I’m not part of his life, then so be it.
I move quickly and pack Brendon’s clothes and essentials. I throw a few extra outfits for myself in a bag and take everything to the car. Once it’s all packed, I secure the baby in his car seat and get behind the wheel.
I hope I’m doing the right thing. I just need a few days to think things over. Some time apart might do us some good. Maybe then Mason will come to the conclusion that I don’t want to live in complete solitude for the rest of my life.
I crave that taste of family that I know I can have that with Mason’s friends. But I’ll never know if he doesn’t loosen the knot he has tied around me.
I start the car and drive to the only place I have left in this world.
The Book Bin.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Trigger
It took Rose five hours to bring her daughter into this world. Apparently, that was a very fast delivery, according to one of the nurses.
It was anything but fast for me. I thought about Thea and the look in her eyes when I left her. I know leaving her and Brendon at home was the right thing to do. She’s only upset because she doesn’t have all of the information.
“What’s her name?” Ink asks.
“Daisy,” Bear answers. “The moment I saw her, I knew she was my perfect Daisy.”
“What is it with you and flowers?”
“Shut the fuck up, Ink, and come see your niece.”
We all follow Bear into the room.
“Hey guys,” Rose whispers. “Come say hi to the newest member of our family. Daisy, these are your uncles Brick, Ink, and Trigger.”
I shove Brick and Ink out of the way and make my way to an exhausted and beautiful Rose.
Leaning down, I kiss Rose’s forehead and lift baby Daisy.
“Hey, I was first,” Ink complain. “Give me my niece, fucker.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Bear grumps. “I won’t have my daughter's first word being fuck.”
I ignore everyone and take Daisy to the corner chair and sit.
“Hello, sweet one. Welcome to the world.”
Curious brown eyes look up, holding me captive. Well hell. Looks like I’ve been caught in the net by yet another pretty little darling.
“What is it with you and kids?” Ink asks.
“None of your business, Ink,” Bear says, stopping in front of me.
“Where’s that family of yours?” he asks.
“Home. Told her I would bring her over in the morning.”
“We hardly ever get to see your woman, Trig.” Ink leans down and lifts Daisy from my arms. Knowing I can’t be greedy, I allow it. “You come to the clubhouse alone, you spend the day alone, and you leave alone. If I didn’t know for sure, I would say she’s only in your head.”
“While I hate to agree with this idiot, he’s not wrong. I’ve seen Thea a few times in the past three months.” Bear throws me a disappointed look. “And I’ve only seen that baby once. I know the threat against her is still out there, but you can’t keep her hidden away. Besides, she’s alone practically every day. Wouldn’t it be safer for her at the club?”
These men are my family. I would do anything for them. However, right now, I want to punch them both in the fucking face.
Because they’re right.
I’ve been neglecting Thea and Brendon. I know in my heart that keeping them home was for their protection. However, I’m starting to think that maybe it wasn’t the right choice.
“Thea is far safer at your side than home alone,” Bear says. “Have you even told her what we found out the other day about Marco?”
I can’t have this conversation here. I already feel the lecture coming, and I haven’t even answered. I stand and walk out of the room.
“You haven’t, have you?” Bear says, shutting the door behind him. “Have you lost your fucking mind,
Trig? Why haven’t you told her?”
“I didn’t want her to get frightened. I want all of the information before I tell her anything. Something isn’t adding up, Prez.”
“Breaker doesn’t have the snake tattoo that kid saw, I know. That isn’t the point. Thea is home alone all day with a baby. What if he decides to make a surprise visit while you’re away? How the hell is she going to know not to answer the damn door if you won’t give her the fucking information? She doesn’t like the guy, but he’s also given her no reason not to trust him during visits.
Now, we know who he is. We know that he has a plan, and we know that it involves Thea. Those damn Death Mongrels have themselves a Slim of their own, Trig. When he wants to get to Thea without you around, they can make it happen. Having all the information is key to her safety. Having no information is just handing him her corpse.”
“Damnit, Bear,” I shout. “You have no fucking idea how stressful this is. It’s taking everything I have not to pay the Death Mongrels a visit and put a bullet in Marco’s fucking head. Everything I do is for the protection of my family.”
“And in the process of protecting them, you’re pushing them away,” Brick adds, stopping beside me and squeezing my shoulder. “Information is important. You can’t be there to protect her every moment of the day. Give her what she needs to protect herself as best she can when she’s alone.”
Bear and Brick walk back towards the room. I don’t follow them. The need to get home to Thea is the only thing on my mind.
“And Trig,” I stop and look back to Bear. “I do know how stressful it is knowing my woman is in danger. I know how scary it can be. Rose is my whole world, and I could have lost her more than once. I know you think you’re alone in this, but we’re all standing right beside you.”
I nod my thanks and walk away.
I know he understands what I’m going through. Rose has a past that no one should ever have.
I also know that he’s right. I trust my brothers with my life. Especially Bear. So, I can trust them with Thea and Brendon’s.
Fuck. I made a mistake.
While her safety was my main concern, I don’t think that’s going to matter to her. She looked completely hurt when I left this morning.
I need to fix this. An idea forms in my mind as I straddle my bike.
I need her to know how much I love her. So, I’m going to show her something I never wanted anyone to know about.
I’m going to show her my first biggest mistake.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Thea
I’ve been at the Book Bin for a couple of hours now. So far, Brendon has been sleeping peacefully in my office.
I have the portable bassinet in the corner and my air mattress lying next to it. It took about an hour to get it all together because I had to drag my desk out to make room.
To say I’m exhausted would be an understatement. But no matter how hard I try I can’t fall asleep. I think coming here was a mistake. All I see when I close my eyes is Mason’s reaction when he gets home and sees that I’m gone.
I know him well enough to know that he’s going to lose his mind. But I feel so dang mad that he’s keeping me locked away like some naughty princess. I just need a couple of days to get my thoughts straight. I truly hope that he takes the time to do the same.
Knowing that sleep won’t be coming anytime soon, I decide to clean up the store. It’s been months since this place was last opened. It’s dusty, and a dozen unopened boxes of book orders sit in the storage room.
Might as well get started.
My plan is to get the place cleaned and organized and to open back up. Of course, I don’t know if I will be with Mason after today, so I should look for an apartment. The thought to buy back my old house was on my mind, but I think just leaving it behind and getting a fresh start would be the best choice.
I shut my office door and turn on some lights. Time to get to work.
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I break down the last box and pile it with the rest. I’m not sure how long it took, but I finally have all the new books put away and my store clean. I could probably open back up tomorrow.
Surprisingly, Brendon slept through all of the noise I’ve been making. I checked on him a few times, but he was sleeping soundly. I wish I could do the same. Checking my watch, I see that it’s already eight in the morning.
So much for sleep.
I walk out of the storage room with the plan to make a bottle and wake Brendon up. I have him on a schedule to help him sleep through the night. That includes getting up early every morning.
When I get to the front desk, I look over and notice my office door is open.
I closed that, right?
I’m pretty sure I closed it the last time I checked on him. Then again, I’ve been so focused on trying not to think about Mason that I probably forgot.
However, the moment I walk into my office, I just know something is wrong. There’s a breeze coming through the opened window that was supposed to be closed.
I somehow unfreeze my feet and run to the bassinet.
Only to find it empty.
Laying in the center of the empty bed is a note.
If you want the boy back, come alone. If I see even one of those fucking Sons, I’ll sell the boy, and you’ll never see him again.
Scribbled across the bottom is an address. I read it again before tossing it down and grabbing my purse. I don’t know who took my baby, but I have a feeling it’s the same person who was after me all those months ago.
Why didn’t I just listen to Mason? He was right and only trying to protect us. Then I decide to be a freaking adult and make my own decisions and look where that got me.
I was so sure that everything was passed. I was positive that whoever was after me had gone away. How could I have been so stupid?
It takes me an hour to reach the address. I pull up to an old barn and turn off the car. I have a very bad feeling. I haven’t seen any other houses or buildings for about ten minutes.
There’s nothing else around here except the five or six motorcycles parked alongside the barn.
My flight or fight instinct is screaming at me to run away, but I can’t. I grab my phone and send off a text to Mason before getting out of the car and making my way to the barn door.
The door swings open and standing before me with a gun pointed at my head is the last person I ever expected to see tonight.
Marco Michaels. Brendon’s father.
“Say hi to your sister for me.”
Before I have time to process what he said, he pulls the trigger, and I fall into a painful darkness.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Trigger
Thea: I made a mistake. I’m so sorry. Please don’t ever forget how much I love you. Go to the Book Bin. In my office is a note inside the bassinet. Find us, Mason. Save us. We need you, daddy.
“MOTHER FUCKER.”
My house was empty when I got home. I searched every room in a panic and didn’t find Thea or Brendon anywhere. I was just about to start my bike when her text came through.
Someone has her. Someone has my family. And I’m pretty sure I know who.
I scroll through my contacts and hit Brick’s name. He’s hard to get ahold of these days, but I’m just hoping that tonight isn’t one of those nights.
“Yeah,” he answers.
“Brick, are you still at the hospital?”
“Yeah, was just about to leave,” he replies. “Why?”
“Thea and Brendon are missing. I think Marco took them.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” he mumbles. “I’ll let everyone know. Where do you want us to meet?”
“Leave Prez out of it,” I say. “He needs to stay there and be with his family. Meet me at the Book Bin. I got a text from Thea about a note in her office.”
“Fuck that, Trig,” Bear booms through the speaker. “You, Thea, and Brendon are my family, too. Rose and Daisy will be safe until I g
et back. We’ll all be there in ten minutes.”
The call disconnects. Shaking my head, I pocket my phone. Time to get my family back and kill some Death Mongrels.
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When I get to Thea’s shop, everyone but Bear is already there.
“Prez decide to stay behind?” I ask.
“No, he wanted to rush home and switch his car for his bike,” Ink answers. “He should be pulling in any minute.”
“Let’s go find this note and get your family back.”
Brick opens the unlocked shop door and walks inside.
“That’s not a good sign,” Ink mutters quietly.
Shoving aside the knot in my stomach, I make my way to Thea’s office. The sight of her mattress and Brendon’s bed in this room makes me both pissed and worried.
“Bear’s here,” Brick says from behind me. “Where’s this note?”
I shake off the thoughts of Thea wanting to leave me and walk to the bassinet. Inside are Brendon’s blanket and a folded piece of paper.
If you want the boy back, come alone. If I see even one of those fucking Sons, I’ll sell the boy, and you’ll never see him again.
The note is jerked from my hand before I have time to process what I’ve read.
“Dammit, Trigger,” Bear growls. “I fucking told you to tell her. If she knew the actual danger she was in she wouldn’t have left the damn house on her own.”
He’s right. It’s my fault, and I accept that. However, I don’t accept the fact that I may never see my family again.
“It has an address listed at the bottom, but it isn’t signed.”
“It doesn’t need to be signed, Chains,” Ink says. “We know exactly who has her.”
“Do you think Slim can tell us where this address leads?”
Hawk pulls his phone out and makes a call.
“Hey Sweet Boy, do me a favor and check this address.”
Hawk reads the address and waits. It takes less than a minute for Slim to find it.
