Kentlee
I crack an eye open and take in my surroundings. The room is plain and bare, but decently clean. I try to lift my head but groan when the room starts to spin. Pierce must hear me because within seconds, his body is draped over the back of mine—his chest on my back, his knee between my thighs, his hard cock pressed against my hip.
“Mornin’, sugar,” he murmurs against my neck as his long hair tickles my skin.
“Too early,” I moan. He just laughs at me.
“We gotta get up soon and go home to our boy,” he whispers against my skin, sending chills down my body.
Our boy.
Home.
Such beautiful words to me.
“Yeah, okay,” I sigh. I try to move, but he doesn’t budge. “I have to get out of bed to go home, Pierce,” I groan into the pillow.
Suddenly, I feel his fingers at my core, gently caressing me, so soft and light. I can’t hold the moan inside at his tender touch.
“Is your pussy sore, baby girl?” he whispers. His lips trace down my spine, his hair dragging along my skin and turning me on with each sweep.
“Yeah, achingly,” I moan as my pussy begins to pulse from his light touches.
“Just relax. Let me make it better,” he mutters before I feel his hot tongue against my sore slit.
I’m sore, but now I’m turned on.
Pierce’s lips kiss my clit before he gently laps at it and then back down to my core. I feel him slip his tongue inside of me and then I vibrate from his moan.
“Pierce,” I hiss. Lifting my hips, giving him more access to my body.
“Gonna fuck this aching pussy, baby girl,” he says, kissing the side of my thigh before he slides away from me and wraps me in his arms, pulling my back against his chest. I feel his cock against the cheeks of my ass and I groan at his hard length.
“Guide me in, baby,” he murmurs with his face buried in my neck.
I wrap my hand around his hard cock as he holds my thigh up and out, his other arm wrapped around my chest; then I slowly slide down on him. It fucking burns and I can’t hold back the hiss of pain that escapes.
Pierce kisses my neck but doesn’t move inside of me, then I feel one of his hands glide down my stomach and his fingers begin to gently caress my clit again. I rest my head back against his shoulder and begin to slowly slide up and down on his cock while his other hand begins to manipulate my sensitive nipples.
“This is it for me, babe. You and me and this,” he mumbles.
“Us fucking?” I ask on a sigh. He rolls a nipple between his fingers and gently plucks the bud.
“For fuckin’ eternity. When I’m with you, the rest of the fuckin’ world melts away. It’s only us,” he rumbles.
“Only us.” I mimic his words as I reach around and bury my hand in his fantastic long hair.
“Love your hands on me,” he grunts as he begins to fuck me a little harder, lifting his hips to meet mine. I wrap my other hand around his forearm.
“Don’t ever cut this hair, or your beard,” I announce. He laughs.
“My baby girl wants me to have long hair and a beard, that’s what she gets. Whatever you want, you get,” he says.
Though I’ve heard the words before, I’m not quite sure I truly believed them until this moment. My orgasm rushes through my body without warning, and Pierce follows shortly after, his cum filling me and his teeth sinking into my shoulder with a grunt.
Hours later, we’re at home. We released Tammy and we’re now at the grocery store to get food for dinner with Max. I can cook, but I’m not the absolute best, so I decide to make something simple, likeable, and filling – meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
Bear is riding in the cart and Pierce is pushing while I grab things off of the shelves. It’s so fucking domestic, it’s almost laughable. Pierce with his jeans, leather, and man-bun; me with my leggings and oversized tank; Bear all smiles and drool from his seat in the cart.
We’re a real family.
I never thought this day would come.
I halt mid-stride when I hear my name and turn around to see Brentlee standing just a few feet away from me.
I know I am looking at her like a deer caught in headlights, but I can’t not look. She’s standing right in front of me, heavily pregnant, and her face is bruised.
“Brentlee,” I whisper, taking a step closer to her. She does the same and, seconds later, we’re wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Is that your guy?” she hesitantly asks after we break away from our hug. I feel Pierce next to me and his hand goes around my waist.
“Pierce,” he murmurs. I know he’s staring at her bruised face.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she whispers.
It makes me sick.
She looks like a shell of her past self. Her eyes are dead and her smile is fake.
“I’ll go get the meat and potatoes, babe. You catch up and I’ll meet you in front, yeah?” Pierce asks.
I reluctantly drag my eyes away from my sister to meet his. With a simple kiss to my forehead he takes Bear and they go in search of groceries.
“You’re happy,” Brentlee observes.
“Finally,” I agree.
“I’m glad. Someone deserves to be,” she mutters. I take her hand in mine.
“I’m your sister. I will always love you, Brent. I’m not going to pretend to know your life, but I can see it probably isn’t healthy. I’m not judging, but I want to offer you my love and support if you need it. My door is always open to you, always,” I whisper, trying to keep my tears at bay.
Brentlee nods her head.
“I would do nothing but bring trouble to your door,” she confesses. I shake my head.
“You see that big ass biker I’m with?” I ask. She nods with wide eyes. “That guy, he can handle whatever trouble you could dream up. If he couldn’t handle it alone, he’s got a whole club behind him for backup. He’s the president. Nobody is going to fuck with you if he’s at your back, Brent,” I say, feeling braver than I am. I’m so scared for her; she looks so fragile.
“Okay,” she drawls. Though, whatever demons she’s fighting, she’s not ready to let go; she’s not ready to leave, and there’s nothing I can do for her. I place my hand on her stomach.
“Boy or girl?” I ask with a watery smile.
“Girl,” she says solemnly.
“A niece. I’m already in love,” I say before I wrap her in a hug again. “Anytime, Brent, night or day, just come for me—call, whatever, and I’m there—we’re there,” I emphasize, whispering in her ear.
She gives me a whispered okay and I leave it at that. I turn and walk away from my obviously abused sister. There is nothing I can do until she’s ready. I just hope that she’s ready before it’s too late.
“He’s hittin’ her,” Pierce growls as I start to make dinner a few hours later. Bear is down for a nap and we’re alone in the kitchen.
“He is. He has been for a while, I suspect,” I reply.
“Need to get her outta there, baby girl. She’s knocked up. He could kill her,” Pierce says. I turn to him, surprised by his insistence.
“I told her I was here for her. I offered her your protection, though I should have asked you first. I’m sorry about that,” I say softly. He shakes his head before taking a pull from his beer.
“Don’t ever be sorry for offering my help in a situation like that, babe. I’d go over there right now and drag her out if I could,” he grinds out.
“She wouldn’t leave him if you did. Or she’d simply go back. She hasn’t hit her rock bottom yet,” I say as I set the pot of water on the stove and turn it on.
“I know. I hate to see it, though. Hate to see a sweet kid being beat down by an entitled douchebag,” he barks. It makes me laugh.
“How do you know what Scotty’s like?” I lift a brow and it’s his turn to grin.
“Made Sniper get me the info on your family when I was locked up. Wanted to make sure you were go
nna be okay,” he says with a smile and a shrug.
“Well, you’re right. He’s an entitled douchebag. I hate him, always have. She deserves better,” I whisper, staring off into space.
“Like Sniper?” he asks, lifting a brow.
“Bates was good to her and good for her. They were just kids when they were together, but he loved her. She wasn’t a trophy or just some slut; she was his girl and he treated her like a princess,” I say as I stir the sauce in the pot.
“Hope she wakes up before it’s too late,” he murmurs as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.
“Me too,” I whisper.
Fury
Dinner with my dad was… well… interesting.
The old fucker spent the whole night flirting with my woman and playing with my son. The fucking kicker? I liked it. Well, I wanted to gut him for flirting with Kentlee, but I enjoyed how easily they got along and how much my son took to him immediately.
We eat and hang out with Bear before Kentlee shoos us outside while she puts him to bed. Keeping to his schedule, which she says is important. I’m not going to fight with her about it because in all honestly, I know jack fuckin’ shit about kids.
Once we’re outside, my dad gets serious, real serious.
“You got a good life now, son,” Pops says as he takes a pull from his beer.
“The best,” I agree.
“Wish you could have found it earlier, like me and your mom, but what you got—irreplaceable,” he mutters. I stare into the night sky.
“Naw, I found it at the right time. Would’ve waited another thirty years to get it if I had to. What I got? Ain’t nothin’ in this life any better,” I say, sounding like the goddamned bleeding vagina that I am anymore.
“That’s good, son. Protect it, feed it, and for god’s sake, make some more damn babies. That kid is beautiful and needs siblings. My only regret was that I didn’t give your mother more children. She wanted them, you know?” he says. I nod.
I know. She told me once that she prayed to have more, but my dad was immersed in the club and didn’t want more baggage than he had at the time. He loved my mom, and he loved me, but more babies meant more time at home and less time with his brothers.
I probably would have felt the same way ten years ago.
Now, though, my family’s what I want. They come first.
“Shit storm’s brewin’, son. I want you to be vigilant,” he says, staring off into the distance.
“Bastards or Aryans?” I ask. My dad shakes his head.
“No fuckin’ clue which ones; but mark my words, they’re fuckin’ plannin’, and waitin’, and biding their time. Then they’re gonna strike with a vengeance,” he warns.
I agree.
The shit with the Bastards just disappearing is fucking concerning; and the Aryan’s blowing up one clubhouse, and then that’s it? Unnerving.
“I’ll keep an eye out, Pops,” I mutter. He slaps my back before we head back inside.
My dad doesn’t stay much longer. He’s got booze and pussy waiting for him at my clubhouse, so he’s ready to rock and roll. He gives Kentlee a hug and thanks her for the evening, promising to make more trips here and spend more time with Bear.
I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. He’s been slowing down lately. I wonder if he’s ready for retirement. When he is, I bet dollars to donuts it’s here with his grandson. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking; having my dad back on a regular basis would be a sweet deal. I miss the old bastard.
I take Kentlee to bed, but I don’t fuck her. I can’t. She’s been walking funny all day and I know that her pussy has to ache. I fucked her long and hard last night, more than once, and then again this morning. I’m going to give her a little break tonight. I’m feeling generous.
I wrap her in my arms and pull her back against my chest, taking in her soft body pressed against mine and her sweet scent that surrounds me.
“I like your dad a lot,” she whispers into the dark room.
“He likes you a little too much,” I grumble. She giggles.
“Well, he still looks damn good for his age,” she says. I squeeze her body in warning.
“Kentlee,” I grunt, which makes her giggle even more. She rolls over in my arms and puts her small hands on my cheeks.
“I love you, Pierce. You’re the only man on this whole earth for me,” she whispers before her lips caress mine in a kiss.
“Get to sleep, woman. I’m trying to be a gentleman and give your abused pussy a break. But if you kiss me, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
“My pussy is abused. Fuck, it hurt so bad all day long,” she admits. It’s my turn to laugh.
“I know, you walked funny. Couldn’t help but watch. Felt pretty fuckin’ proud about it, too.” I grin into the dark room and she huffs out a breath of air.
“You’re such a man,” she complains. I throw back my head in full on laughter.
“No shit, babe. Got the dick and balls to prove it, too.”
“Pierce,” she hums. I grunt. “Go to sleep, you caveman,” she orders.
I do go to sleep; but for the first time in my entire life, I do it smiling.
This woman is mine. Her heart is mine, as well as her body. She takes me as I am, expecting nothing in return, but my fidelity and faith in us. She has it. She owns me, too—heart, body, and soul. She is my fucking weakness. A weakness I never wanted and thought I didn’t need. How wrong had I been?
The love of this woman is worth anything and everything life could throw my way.
Kentlee
A routine.
It’s amazing to think that in just a few weeks, Pierce and I have fallen into a routine. And it’s a good one. A great one, actually. I’ve smiled more this past month than I have in three years. The loss of my family and then the loss of Pierce was a blow to my heart. It shattered it, really. But now I feel alive – free and happy.
Pierce has even taken me to the clubhouse for a few parties. I’ve been able to meet with other Old Ladies and get to know them. They are nothing like that whore Katie Powell. Most of them are rough, but they are genuine, and they tell it like it is. I like that. I don’t mind knowing where I stand with people. It makes life easier.
One of the Old Ladies, Rosie, is coming over to have a playdate with her daughter and Bear this afternoon. I can’t keep the huge smile off of my face as I make lunch for us and wait for them to arrive. Rosie’s daughter is just over three years old, so she and Bear should have a great time together.
There’s a knock on the door, and I know it must be Rosie, so I call out and tell her to come inside. Bear is still napping, but I know he’ll be up any minute.
I hear the front door open, but I don’t hear Rosie’s voice. I walk out of the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.
The living room is full of men.
I don’t make a noise. My only thought is that whoever these men are, they cannot know Bear is in the house. I must protect my son.
“Ain’t that a pretty little white girl?” one of the men drawls as his eyes roam over my body.
“She’s fuckin’ perfect,” the voice of another man says.
Then they charge toward me.
I turn to run, but they’re bigger, faster, and stronger than me.
An arm wraps around my middle just as another one wraps around my mouth. I pinch my eyes closed waiting for more to happen, but nothing does. Strong hands wrap around my ankles and I am carried away from the house, away from my baby, and thrown into the back of a van. I say a silent prayer for Bear, and hope that Rosie shows up soon so that she can get him and call Pierce.
I don’t say a word as the van drives off. The two men who spoke in my living room are in front, and the three who were silent sit in back with me.
One of them sits right next to me, the side of his body pressing against mine. I take a moment to look around and notice that all of the men are bald and tattoo
ed.
Their tattoos aren’t anything like Pierce’s, though.
The man next me has a swastikas tattooed on his arm. He has a three leaf clover with the number six in each leaf. Then he has the number 1488 on his forearm. The letters AB are also tattooed on his hand. I notice a renaissance looking shield and sword tattooed on his opposite forearm, with another AB right above it. My eyes slowly take in the rest of the men and notice that they all have the same tattoos as the man next to me, but in different places.
“Who are you?” I hesitantly ask the man at my side. His cold blue eyes stare down at me before he smiles. It’s not a friendly smile. It’s fucking terrifying.
“Your friendly Aryan’s, princess,” he says. My eyes widen.
Holy shit— white supremacists.
“What do you want from me?” I ask, my voice wavering and trembling.
“Retribution,” he says, cocking his head to the side and studying me. “I wouldn’t worry too much, princess. You’re nice and pale, all that blonde hair and blue eyes. We’ll make sure we treat you right,” he murmurs. It sends shivers up my body.
Creepy as shit shivers.
Fury
Vault calls me as I’m sliding off of my bike in the clubhouse parking lot. I frown at my phone for a minute before answering it. I look around the lot and don’t see his bike.
“Yeah,” I say as I step inside of the bar.
It’s fairly deserted, a few people milling around, but it’s a normal Friday afternoon. I have some shit to look over and then finalize before the first run from SLC to Canada happens, which starts Monday.
“You need to get home, Prez,” he says. I shove my office door open.
“What for?” I ask distractedly as I power on my computer.
“Rosie came over for a playdate with your woman and kid. When she got here, the front door was open, Bear was screaming in his bed, and your woman ain’t nowhere. Her cars in the garage, though. I just checked,” he says.
Suddenly, it’s as if I've left my body and I’m on the outside looking in. I can see myself sitting rigid as stone, unable to move, unable to breathe, and unable to speak.
“Prez.” Vault‘s raspy voice cuts through my haze and I shake my head to get my shit together.
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