by K. T Fisher
Right now though my mother's happiness isn't my main concern, her safety is. With a sleeping Elizabeth in my arms, I turn to Angel. "Is it safe to leave mum here?"
"I'm not sure, babe. I'm guessing he'll follow us as soon as he realizes we're leaving. He's hell bent on hurting you. But," he pauses, not quite sure how to phrase the next words I guess. "I can't promise he won't try and hurt your mum just to hurt you."
"Eve, I've waited half my life to find John again. I'm not leaving now, just because some thug might or might not, come after me. I'll just take him up on his offer to move in with him. He'll look after me."
My mum always has been stubborn, choosing to do what she wants over and above what I might want, but I guess I can't begrudge her this opportunity for love. Not when I've just found my perfect man.
We spend the next half hour or so finding out more about John, and how important he is to my mum when we're interrupted by the doorbell. Elle, Ink and Cowboy have returned, baggage and all.
After conferring with the guys, Angel advises me to go start packing. "Only bring the essentials babe, we'll get whatever else you need once we're home. The tickets are sorted and we have to leave soon."
I can feel myself go white, the shock of what we're doing starting to hit me. I'm moving halfway across the world to be with this man I hardly know, and I've only got a few hours to pack my life up. I giggle nervously as I realize that I don't have a real life here other than Elizabeth anyway. I'm working in a dead end job, I'm living back with my mother, and the only light in my life is my daughter. There's nothing here I'm going to miss. In Australia I'll have my best friend, my hot man, and the guys who've come to treat me like family already. I can't wait for Elizabeth to meet everyone.
With that thought, I carefully place Elizabeth down on the sofa and head upstairs to pack.
***
Satan
I'm fucking furious! I watched that bitch and her daughter leave earlier with Angel and his cohorts. They had a couple of suitcases with them and from what I could overhear he's taking her back to Severed. Granted it will be a lot easier for me if she's back in Australia, I don't have the contacts here, or the resources I have back home. I'm not rushing after them though, I've one last thing to do for Eve before I head home.
The light in the front room goes out. I'll give the old cow an hour or so to fall asleep before I go in.
I spend the hour imagining all the things I'll do to Eve when I get hold of her. If Angel thought I hurt Beth, that's nothing to what I plan to do to his latest bitch. Before she dies I'll make sure it's my name she's fucking screaming as I take her, not his.
The house is silent, as are the neighboring houses as I make my way through the shadows, supplies in hand. I reach the front door, pushing the petrol soaked rags through the letterbox, followed by the lighter. I move round to the back of the house, breaking the glass on the rear door, and pushing more petrol soaked rags through the hole. I can smell the smoke already. I retreat to the safety of the shadows in the front of the house, settling in to watch the carnage unfold. This should put me in a good mood for the journey back home.
I grin in satisfaction, watching the flames devour the old house. I've unleashed the fires from hell, my only regret is that Eve isn't in there along with her mother. I'm disappointed I can't hear the old cow screaming though, or see her trying to escape. It would have been nice to see her struggle before she died, I guess the smoke took her out early on. Still, I've got the satisfaction of watching the roof collapse in before the fire engines finally make their way into the street. Such a shame they'd been called away on a false alarm in the opposite direction just before I lit this fire. They might have been able to save the old cow, who's probably nothing more than ashes now, just like her house.
***
Gabe
We've been on this plane for four hours now and I'm already wishing the flight was over. I fucking hate these long haul flights. I’ll be glad when we finally touchdown in Australia, and I can get my girls to safety.
Eve shifts and I watch her cautiously. She still looks battered and bruised. She needs all the rest she can get after her recent ordeal. Both her and Elizabeth quickly fell asleep when the plane took to the sky. I'm so glad to have her close to me again. I can finally breathe easy. Knowing she was in serious danger and so far away was fucking scary. I never want to experience anything like that again. I smooth down her soft hair and ease her back to sleep. I look down at her shirt covering her stomach and think of what could have been. I can't believe that she had my baby inside her. Essentially my brother not only injured my woman, but he killed our unborn child! That makes me hate the fucker even more.
I bite down on my teeth, my hands balling into fists as the hate flows through me.
"Angel." A very sleepy voice murmurs my name. I turn towards it; Elizabeth is looking at me from Cowboys lap, a big smile on her face. With Eve asleep, she decided to crawl onto Cowboys lap and snuggle to sleep on him. I won't lie and say it didn’t disappoint me a little; I wanted her to come to me.
Her bright smile is directed at me, immediately calming me down. Just like that, my anger is forgotten. She looks up at a sleeping Cowboy, giggling at his quiet snoring, and then reaches her arms out to me. My heart leaps out of my chest as I quickly move to lift her onto my lap. Cowboy's arms tighten around her and his eyes open. He's on high alert. It's both funny and admirable.
"It's ok brother, I got her."
He relaxes, falling right back to sleep. Once she’s snuggled into me, Elizabeth looks up at me and her eyes sparkle. She reaches her chubby little hand up to pinch my nose. I pretend that it hurts, earning one of her precious laughs. She repeats the action and I pretend it hurts again.
"Ouch!"
Elizabeth breaks out in giggles causing Eve to stir in her sleep. I look at Eve and smile. Elizabeth pokes me with her finger, making a quiet motion with a finger to her lips. "Shh."
I nod my head. "Mummy needs her sleep."
Elizabeth nods her head, leaning over to Eve to plant a soft kiss on her mother’s hair. "Night, night, mummy."
This girl is so fucking adorable. She already has me and Cowboy falling at her feet, no doubt the rest of the club will react in exactly the same way. In this moment I know that I will do anything it takes to keep both my girls safe, from everything, and everyone. I also know that Elizabeth will grow up loved by the club, she will be our own little princess biker. That makes me laugh. Elizabeth looks up at me. Her eyes look sleepy again. This girl loves her damn sleep.
She wedges herself in between the arm I have around Eve and myself. It's a little awkward, no doubt my arm will be numb when I wake, regardless I let her fall asleep and I quickly follow her.
Chapter Eleven
Gabe
I'm so fucking relieved to finally be setting foot back in the clubhouse. The weather doesn't hurt either. I stand in the doorway and look around as Eve steps in beside me, followed by Cowboy. It feels like a lifetime ago since I left here to go find Eve, and part of me still can't believe she's back here at my side. Teresa rushes towards us, screeching Eve's name, pulling her into her arms. We haven't told her what's been happening over in England yet. I cradle Elizabeth tighter in my arms, she's slept all the way back from the airport, too excited to sleep on the plane. As I look down at her sleeping face a warm buzz goes through my body. This little beauty is part of my family now; I'll protect her and Eve with my life.
Some of the brothers and old ladies are hugging Eve and cooing over Elizabeth's form in my arms. It's Diane who thankfully brings some order to the chaos. "Come on guys; give the girl some room to breathe. She looks shattered. You need to go sleep sweetie." She tells Eve, who gratefully gives her a tired smile. "I put a cot bed in your room Angel; figured Eve would want her girl close to her." I thank Diane, and mutter a few words of greeting to the brothers as I take my tired girls and lead them to my room.
Eve collapses on the bed, the exhaustion clear on her face, the br
uising still showing vivid purple and yellow around her eye. Her face is pale, highlighting the hurt she's suffered. I want to hold her in my arms and tell her it's going to be okay while I make gentle love to her, but I'm scared of hurting her after what she's been through. I need to stop being a selfish fucker, worrying about what I want, and give her some space to heal. But looking at my beautiful woman undressing, after worrying about her and missing her, I just want to rip her clothes off and fill her with my cock. Elizabeth stirs in my arms bringing me back to reality.
I walk over to the cot bed that Diane set up and place a sleeping Elizabeth down, laying a light sheet over her to keep off any chill. She's shown such trust in me from the moment we met. I plant a kiss on her chubby cheek and I vow to this little girl that I'll keep her and her mother safe and love her till the day I die. She's my daughter now, and being the VP's daughter makes her precious property.
I sit in the chair in the corner of the room, content just to watch my girls sleeping for now. It feels good to have them here finally. Once we've sorted out the threat from Satan I can't wait to buy us a proper home, with a garden for Elizabeth to play in, a swing set for me to push her in, and a kick ass king size bed to honor and worship her mother in and make Elizabeth some brothers to watch over her.
There's a gentle knock at the door, before I can stand, it opens slightly and Prez pops his head around. "Angel, there's a call from England for Eve, I don't want to wake her but I think you'd better come take it, it sounds serious."
What's the fucker done now? I rise from the chair, check on Elizabeth and brush her hair gently back from her forehead before following Prez back down to his office.
***
I can't believe the call I've just taken. Satan burned down Eve's mother’s house! The sick fucker. The only good news is that Eve's mother was out when it happened. I guess he hadn't expected her to be sleeping over at her boyfriends that night. I tried to persuade her to come out and stay with us, even if it was just for a short stay, I'm worried what the news will do to Eve. I know she's not that close to her mum, but they do seem to have made some progress in their relationship of late from what she's told me.
Prez is contacting the UK chapter of Runaway to see if they have any news on Satan. They've not been much help, they're clubhouse is situated too far away really. By the time they were able to make it to York most of the action was over, although they've agreed to keep someone close to watch over Eve's mum.
Ink didn't come back with us; he's gone off on some sort of road trip with the travel reporter he met. I doubt there'll be much sight-seeing done other than a hotel room bed. Lucky bastard. I can't say I'm sorry he's in a different country to Eve right now, I'm a jealous fucker and I didn't like how close he was to Eve when she was out here before. So if he's into this blonde chick, I'm all fucking for it.
Prez has told me to leave plans to him for now, he's put the word out and we've got plenty of people looking out for Satan coming back into the country. I just wish I knew how he found out the details of Eve's flight. As far as I knew the only people who had that information were here in the clubhouse, and I don't like the bitter taste that leaves in my mouth. That would mean one of my brothers had betrayed her. I don't want to believe it, but right now, I can't think of any other explanation. I've clued Prez into my suspicions, and for now we're keeping it to ourselves but watching everyone closely.
I head back to my room, my girls are still sleeping. I lay down on the bed beside Eve, drawing her into my arms and decide to rest my eyes for a few minutes.
***
Elle
I step off the train onto the platform at Newcastle station. These English stations are beautiful, large arched roofs, brick walls, and an antique feel to them. I think I read somewhere they were built by the Victorians. Ink follows me, not bothering to look around at the building like I have. Both of our bags in his hands, but it doesn't stop him catching a quick grope of my backside. The man is insatiable and I love it. He's also absolutely amazing in bed and his magical piercings are a bonus. I can't remember the last time I had so much sex, and it's never been as good as it is with him.
I'm a realist, he's not the settling down type, so I'm going to use him and abuse him for my own needs whilst he's here. It would be rude not to! Besides, he's most definitely thinking the exact same thing.
Ink looks with disgust at the automated ticket barrier, then down at the ticket in his hand. I can't help but laugh at him, taking the ticket and putting it in the slot for him so he can move through. We're staying in the hotel across the road from the station. It's another grand old building, they've got large rooms, big beds and it's within walking distance of all the pubs and stores I want to visit on this leg of my journey.
Right now my priority is a hot shower, preferably sharing it with Ink. So that means a long, hot, sexy shower. By then I should be able to ring home and check in on Eve, make sure they got back okay, and see how she's feeling after her accident.
I laugh at the look the staid and proper receptionist gives Ink as we approach the desk. He's not this hotel's normal type of clientele, it's a bit classier than the usual stag and hen do market which is why I chose it, it's more suited to the suited and booted business client than this rough and ready biker. He grimaces back at the receptionist, reaching for me and planting a long, heavy kiss on my lips. He's going to cause trouble if I don't hurry up and get him to the room, so I rush through the check in procedure as quickly as I can.
No sooner are we in the lift than Ink reaches for me, his hands caressing up underneath the skirt I am wearing.
As soon as the hotel room door is opened and we're inside Ink drops the bags, and slamming the door shut without taking his eyes from me. He slowly stalks towards me, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Once I'm within his reach he grabs me hard against his body, capturing my lips. He lights a fire within me, it becomes a competition to see who can get the other undressed the quickest as we rip each other’s clothes off. When we're both naked, he lifts me, smashing my back against the wall. My legs wrap around him and he slams into me hard, causing me to scream.
"God, I've fucking wanted to be inside you all the way here." He growls, slamming into me once again. As he pounds into me over and over he bites onto my shoulder, that little bit of pain has me spiraling into an orgasm, closely followed by Ink.
He lowers me to my feet, and on shaky legs I head to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. I hear the snap of the condom as Ink sorts himself out. Turning on the water I step into the steamy, hot shower and sigh. Damn that feels good. After washing my hair I turn and see Ink staring at me, watching me, a look of lust in his eyes. He slowly pumps his hard cock as it greedily points at me. Immediately I want him again.
"Let me see you wash those pretty tits of yours." He demands, and I comply.
I gather water, rubbing my breasts as I watch him, watch me. I tug slightly on my nipples, biting my lip to hide my groan. Ink steps into the shower, his dark eyes watching me as I continue to rub on my breasts. He stills my hands and removes them, lowering his head to take my nipple in his mouth. This time I can't hide the groan that escapes. The more his tongue pays attention to my nipple, the more wet I become, and it's not from the shower. I’m hungry for him. With no warning I pull Inks head back, removing his mouth from me. I lower myself to my knees before him, admiring his hard cock. I look up at Ink as I swipe my tongue from balls to tip. Capturing the tip in my mouth as I go, drawing it deeper. Ink lets a moan escape as I suck harder on his tip. I take him in my mouth as deep as I can without gagging, that’s no easy task seeing as Ink is a big boy. I do my best though, using my hand to pump the rest of his member. Ink brings his hands into my hair, fucking my mouth as I move my head up and down. Moaning from the excitement as I pleasure him. Suddenly I'm pulled up to stand in front of him; he lifts me under my arms. He kisses me hard as he brings my back to the cold tiled shower wall.
"Condom." He mumbles in between kisses, but he doesn't move
.
"Go get it then." I answer back.
A few more deep kisses, a loud groan from Ink and he steps away. Leaving me to go and fetch his condom. I shouldn't bitch about it, at least he's sensible. Me on the other hand, I just want him inside of me as quickly as I can have him. I'm not usually this careless with men, believe me. I'm the crazy girl that's makes sure I'm protected and so is he. I don't want any unexpected surprises, but with Ink, my deepest brain drilled precautions are long forgotten when he gets me worked up.
When I return Ink is still hard and ready for me. I playfully squeal as he turns me around to face the wall, smacking me hard on the ass. That felt painfully good, I push out my bottom waiting for the next slap. He gives it to me harder, causing my pussy to clench in need. "Ink," I growl.
"Spread your legs." He demands. Naturally, I obey. Careful not to slip I brace my hands on the wall. But Ink doesn't fill me, instead he continues to pleasure me with smacks and slaps. They range from the tops of my thighs, to my bottom but then they start to wander to my eager pussy. He slaps my pussy hard; it's both painful and glorious. Never has a man made me feel like this!
