by Blue Remy
And he couldn’t let that happen. So he’d better fucking tell her what she meant to him, and he’d better do it quick. He was a man, a biker, and therefore not good at this shit, but he knew he’d better man-up, swallow his pride and find the words. If it took baring his soul out here on this rooftop, then that’s what he’d do.
He rose to his feet, grasped her hands and pulled her up. Then he took her face in his hands, and brought his down to within an inch of hers.
“I love you, Mary. You are my world, my life. You’re everything to me. I swore to you I was done with that shit, and I am. The problems we had, we worked through them all. I haven’t been with anyone else, and I promise you, promise you I never will. Do you understand me?”
She stared up at him, her eyes glazing. He knew she wanted to believe the words, but the hurt she felt ran deep.
“I swear to you, Mary, I did nothing with her. It’s you I love. What you and I have, right here,” he shook her. “It’s special. Ain’t found it with anyone else. Knew the day I laid eyes on you, you were the one for me. And I know I’ve screwed up in the past. I haven’t always been there when you needed me most. And I know I don’t fucking deserve you. But I’m asking you please, don’t walk out on me.”
“Dog—”
“Not lettin’ you go. Not now. Not ever. You walk out that door; I’ll find you and bring you home. No matter how far you run.”
She stared up at him, saying nothing. Jesus Christ, was she really done with him?
“Do you still love me?” he asked, studying her eyes, searching, hoping he’d still see that love buried there somewhere.
When she didn’t reply, he shook her. “Do you? You don’t, I might as well take a walk off the edge of this roof right fucking now and get it over with, because I’m dead inside without you.”
“Dog—”
“I’m not playin’, Mary. You walk out on me it’ll break me. That what you want?”
She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheek. “I just want us to love each other.”
“We do, baby. We do.” He paused, his thumb brushing the tear away. “I know I’ve fucked up in the past. I know I put you through hell, but I’m done with all that. All the bad stuff that’s happened to us, that’s all in the past. I love you, Mary. You. I’d stop breathing if I didn’t have you anymore. And I don’t care if we never have another baby. I just can’t lose you.”
His mouth came down on hers. He tried to show her how he felt the only way he knew he was good at. The kiss was filled with all the feelings he didn’t know how to communicate with words. It was soft and tender, and achingly gentle.
Finally, he broke off.
“I’m sorry I put you through all this.” His eyes searched hers. “Forgive me?”
She stared back at him for the longest moment in his Goddamned life before finally nodding and giving him the reprieve he’d been waiting for like some inmate on death row. And swear to God he felt his body deflate in relief. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding it for a moment as he thanked God for her. Then he took her into his arms and just held her close. Finally he pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Come on. Let’s go home. We’ve got some makeup sex to get to.”
Before she could say a word or disagree, he tossed her over his shoulder and headed for the door.
“Dog!” she shrieked. “Put me down.”
He smacked her ass. “Nope. I’m takin’ my woman home.”
He carried her down into the loft.
The guys broke out in applause when they saw Dog hauling his ol’ lady through the loft.
“Hey, Mary, did the boy sufficiently grovel enough?” Cole teased.
“He must have, she’s goin’ with him,” Crash replied for her.
“Don’t look like she’s got a choice,” Wolf observed.
Dog paused to look at his son. “You good to hang here for a few?”
Crash’s daughter hugged his neck. “Yay!”
Billy tickled her. “I guess so.”
“He’s fine here, Dog,” Crash advised him.
“We’ll bring Billy home,” Cole offered.
Wolf teased, “Yeah, we’ll give you five minutes before we head that way. That should be enough time, right?”
Dog continued on his way, one hand holding Mary on his shoulder, and with the other flipping them all off.
“Make him earn it, Mary!” Green shouted.
“You boys need to shut up. All of you,” Red Dog snapped as he carried his wife into the elevator and slammed the gate shut. It wasn’t until they were descending that he set her on her feet.
He could hear the guys laughing, one of them shouting after them, “Make-up sex is the best!”
As the shaky old contraption descended, Red Dog backed Mary against the cage, his hands grasping the bars on either side of her head, corralling her in. Then his mouth came down on hers.
When the elevator reached the ground floor and stopped, he hefted her up and pressed her back against the bars as her legs wrapped around him. She moaned in delight as his mouth trailed down her throat. She began to slip, and he hefted her again, pinning her against the bars and shaking the entire elevator.
One of the guys yelled down, “We can hear you!”
They broke apart long enough to smile at each other. Dog twisted his head to look up the dark shaft to where one of them was shaking the gate and making lewd noises. He grinned back at Mary.
“Let’s go home and do this right.”
“I thought you were doing it pretty right,” she teased him, her finger tracing his ear.
“Woman, don’t tempt me. Or I will finish this right here.” She tilted her head as if considering it, and he chuckled.
“A bed would be nice,” she finally admitted.
“Damn straight.” He tossed her up higher in his arms, so that he was looking up into her face. “I ever tell you how much I love you, China Doll?”
She gave him a soft smile. “I could stand to hear it a few more times tonight.”
“Done.”
He tossed her again and she clutched at him, shrieking like she thought he might drop her. “Red Dog!”
“Hold on to me, baby, and never let me go.”
She smiled down at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He carried her off the elevator and took his ol’ lady home.
The minute I see her familiar number flash across my screen, I know I should ignore it. She broke my heart when we were eighteen and never looked back. Instead, like the fucking idiot I am, I answer it and save the damsel in distress. I want answers and I’m not letting her leave until I get them.
Chapter One
Looking down at the number that just popped up on my phone makes me want to chuck it against the wall. Last time I talked to that bitch was when she decided that she couldn’t be part of my life anymore. She didn’t like the biker way of life, and thought that I would just end up cheating on her ass.
Even after I had promised her that I wouldn’t, she still left, and took half of my fucking heart with her.
I have no idea why she is even texting me right now. It’s been years since we last spoke, and it didn’t end on friendly terms. Clicking on her number, I read her message, even though I probably shouldn’t after everything this bitch has put me through.
Unknown: Ry, I need your help. I know you probably still hate me, but I really need you.
Fuck. At least she got the hating her part right. Going against my better judgment, I write her back, and see what she could possible want after six years.
Me: What do you want?
Unknown: Can you meet me?
Me: Fine. Where and when?
She texts me a place and a time, and I kick myself for even replying to the bitch. I need to meet up with her like I need a fucking hole in my brain. I pull on some jeans from the floor, and pull my boots on. Grabbing a clean t-shirt, I pull it over my head, and head out of my room.
Walking though
the clubhouse, I run into Brant and Jase talking about their ole’ ladies, and planning some dinner or some shit. Chuckling, I walk over to them, and smack them both on the backs of their heads.
“You fuckers sound like fucking pussies.” They both get grins on their faces, and shrug off my comment. Taking a seat next to Brant, I wait for them to start their shit talking.
“Just wait Ryder, you’ll be a pussy again one day,” Brant says, tossing a napkin at me.
“Fuck that. The only bitch that got close to being my ole’ lady split years ago, and that ship has fucking sailed. I plan of taking over Jase’s pussy supply, since he got all fucking tied down like your bitch ass,” I say, and grin at them both.
“I got to go; I’ll talk to you fuckers later.” We all mutter our goodbyes, and I stand up making my way outside to my bike.
Starting the engine, I can only think that I’m making a huge fucking mistake going to see her. I liked it better when I didn’t have to think about her, and all our fucking memories. I wasted four years of my life with her.
Pulling up to the coffee shop we used to hang out in high school, I remember the last time we were fucking here together. We fought about me joining the Wayward Saints, and how she couldn’t stomach seeing all the whores hitting on me at every turn. She didn’t want me to become a member because she was afraid of something happening to me, or worse, me getting killed.
I tried for weeks to get her to understand why I was doing it, but no matter what I said or did, it was never enough to keep us together.
Sitting on my bike, I watch the people walk in and out of the coffee shop, but I don’t see her. After waiting for twenty minutes, I check my phone, and send her a message.
Me: Where the fuck are you? I have shit to do.
She doesn’t reply, so I stick my phone back in my jeans, and contemplate leaving. I shake my head as I pull a cigarette out of the pack, and put it to my lips. Before I can light it, I hear a voice behind me say, “You know those will kill you.”
I light the cigarette, and turn around to see the girl who walked out on me six years ago. She doesn’t look like she’s changed a bit. Her long black hair is curled, and her body is still just as tight as I remember it being. Her brown eyes look sad. I try to think with my head instead of my dick, but it’s fucking hard - literally and figuratively.
“Looks like you haven’t changed. I don’t remember the last time you were actually on time for something.”
She snickers, and walks closer to me. She tosses her black hair over one of her shoulders, and plays with the ends.
“It’s good to see you, Ryder.” Her voice is quiet, and she looks unsure of what to say.
“You, too. You look like you’re doing well,” I throw out there. Hell, I don’t even know how to fucking process seeing her again.
She blushes, and hides her face in her hair. Grabbing her wrist, I pull her closer, and move her hair out of her face. She’s way too beautiful to be covering her face.
“Why did you need to meet with me?” I question.
I’m not here for a reunion, and I want to get back out of her life before I do something fucking stupid like fuck her on my bike.
Her eyes roam my body, and I have to force myself to remember that she’s the one who left me. She’s the bitch who fucking broke me.
“I need your help. I got in over my head, and I can’t get myself out of it.” I watch as she fidgets with her hands. She keeps looking over her shoulder, like someone is going to come after her at any minute.
“What did you do?” I ask bluntly.
“A couple of years ago I started dancing at a club, and before you say anything, please don’t. I needed the money, and it was the only way to make a lot without having a college degree. I get paid really well and…” she trails off.
I force her to look at me. “And what, Danielle?” I grit out.
“They are now forcing me to take men to the back and fuck them. I only got in it to dance. I never wanted to be an escort. What do I do?”
Looking into her eyes, I see the tears starting to form, and part of me wants to do everything I can to help her. But the other part makes me want to laugh and say, this is what you get.
“Ryder,” she whispers, when I don’t say anything.
“Don’t you have some fucking boyfriend to help you get out of this mess? You’re not my girl anymore, and I don’t see why I have to be the one to bail your ass out.”
She shrinks back, and pulls out of my grip. “You know what? Forget I even asked you. I’ll figure it out on my own.”
She turns to leave, and I get a sick feeling in my gut. I loved her for a long time. If she can get the fucking guts to come ask me for help, I should be able to fucking man up and help her.
“Don’t go. I’m sorry,” I say, getting off my bike, and going after her.
She’s about to get into a nice BMW that I wouldn’t be able to afford in a million years. I grab her door, and keep her from closing it.
“No, it’s fine, Ryder. I shouldn’t have even contacted you,” she sighs. Her brown eyes are still just as fucking beautiful as ever, and staring into them makes me want to fuck her, and help her all at once.
“Danielle, just fucking tell me what you need me to do.”
She slowly gets out of her car, and stands in front of me. “I just want to get out of this club and move on from these people. I want my life back, and I know I’ll never get it back if I am forced to do something I don’t agree with. I’m not a whore, and I don’t want to be forced to sleep with these men. Dancing I can do, the rest I can’t.”
“Where are you working?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer to that. I can’t fucking imagine my girl working as a fucking stripper.
Shit. She’s not mine anymore.
“Mickey’s,” she whispers.
Fuck. That club is in Black Hills territory, and I have no idea if it’s actually owned by them or not.
“Danielle, who owns that club?” She shrugs, and looks at me with sad eyes.
“I don’t know, I just work there,” she says, trying to look over my shoulder.
“Ellie, who are you looking for?” I ask, looking behind me.
“Evan. He’s kinda my boyfriend, slash douche bag, who got me this job. I think he’s the one who calls the shots there, and he won’t let me leave him. I tried a week ago, and he backhanded me.” She casts her eyes down, and her body heaves.
Pulling her body into mine, I get a million jolts shooting through my body. She still fits me like a she’s meant to be with me. This girl was my high school sweetheart, and I would do anything for her then, and apparently now, too.
Chapter Two
He hit my girl. All I can fuckin’ think about right now is that mother fucker hit my girl. Shaking my head, I force myself to remember, she ain’t mine anymore.
“What do you need me to do?” I don’t know how exactly to help her unless she spells it out for me. I don’t want her to go all fucking crazy defending him, if I try and take his ass out of the picture.
“I want out of this life, Ry. I want to be happy again.” Tears pool in her eyes, and I have a hard time looking away from her. She was my fucking life until she decided she was too good for me and the life I lived; maybe I shouldn’t help her.
She got herself into this mess, I’m sure she can get herself out. She might have to suck a few dicks, but she’s a big girl now.
“Ryder,” her lip trembles, and she wipes a tear from her eye. “Please help me. I can’t do this alone.” Her fingers grip the edges of my cut, and I can see the fear in her eyes.
Fuck.
Sighing, I look at her once more before I tell her to follow me to the clubhouse. She nods her head, and gets into her car. Dropping the cigarette on the ground, I stomp it out, walk over to my bike, and start the engine. I pull out in front of her, and lead her towards the clubhouse.
Halfway there, I notice a car following us. I take a few less traveled side streets, an
d see the car still tailing us. Pulling over to the side of the road, I put my kickstand down, and stand up. The car slows, but doesn’t stop like us. Danielle is looking at me like I’m crazy, but I keep my focus on the car, as it speeds by.
Looking back at Danielle, I see her eyes widen as she takes in the car. She rolls her window down, and yells my name, “Ryder? Who the hell was that?”
Walking over to her car, I lean in the window and ask, “That wasn’t your boyfriend?”
She shakes her head no. I stand up, and start back towards my bike. “Follow me. I need to talk to the club.” She nods her head. I straddle my bike, and take off towards the clubhouse.
When we finally pull up, I park and wait for Ellie to walk over to me. She has on these fuck me heels, and I’m surprised she can even walk in those fucking things.
Leading her inside, we pass a few of the brothers talking about who the fuck knows what.
“Where’s Prez?” I ask them. They look around the room for a second, but don’t give me an answer, instead their eyes land on Ellie.
“You fucking think about it, and I’ll break your dicks.” The prospects pale, and Bentley just grins back at me.
“My old man is in his office. He’s pissy though, so I wouldn’t bring him any problems,” Bentley smirks.
Grabbing Ellie’s hand, I drag her behind me towards Prez’s office. “Where are you dragging me, Ry?” she asks, barely being able to keep up with me.
Stopping, I turn towards her. She trips, and I steady her. Her fingers grip my arms, and when she looks up at me, I can see the lust fill her eyes. Her breathing hitches, and blush creeps up her neck.
“Just remember this was all yours once upon a time ago,” I smirk.
Her eyes flash with embarrassment, and then anger. “Fuck you, Ry. You were gonna get yourself killed, or worse, and I couldn’t watch that happen. I fucking loved you too much to watch something happen to you.”
