by T. O. Smith
He dropped his towel to the floor and took his hard length into his hand, stroking himself. I bit my lip as I watched him. "Strip for me, Reina." He softly ordered.
"Ink, you're hurt." I whispered. I wanted this as much as he did, but I didn’t want him to be in more pain than he already was.
"Strip, sweet girl." He commanded, his voice a bit firmer this time.
Swallowing hard, I nodded, getting off the bed to do as he said. My nipples were already hard as I pulled off my top and my bra. He continued gently stroking himself as I pulled off my jeans and panties, leaving myself bare before him.
"Fuck, woman, you're so goddamn beautiful." He groaned. My cheeks tinted red at his words as his blue eyes darkened to a stormy color, sucking me into their depths.
He sat on the bed, easing himself back so he rested on the pillows. "Come here." He softly ordered.
I walked over to him. He released himself and reached between my thighs, a sharp breath leaving his lips. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, sweet girl."
"Always for you." I whispered before I could stop myself.
A wicked grin slipped onto his lips. I moaned softly as his thumb flicked over my clit. "Get up here and ride me, Reina."
"Ink -"
"Now, woman." He grumbled.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I slid down on him easily, a loud moan leaving my lips as he groaned. He placed the hand attached to his bad arm on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles as his other hand gripped my hip tightly.
"Ride me, sweet girl. This is the one night you have control." He told me.
And ride him I did. When we both came, I had no doubt in my mind every man downstairs heard us. But I couldn’t give the slightest fuck.
Because I belonged to Ink.
I groaned as I stepped off the last step of the stairs, my body screaming at me in protest. I had hidden my pain from Reina last night, but since she was asleep, I was going in search of some fucking strong pain killers. Every movement I made, even something as small as moving my finger, fucking felt like it was killing me.
Ghost was sitting down at one of the tables, Hatchet next to him. They both looked up at my entrance. "You look like hell, brother." Ghost spoke up as he stood up from his chair. "I'll go find Medic and see if he has something strong enough to numb you for a while."
I nodded at him in thanks as I eased down into one of the chairs, gritting my teeth against the pain. "How are you feeling, Ink?" Hatchet asked me.
"I think this is the worst fucking beating I've taken." I admitted. "I'm hurting like a mother fucker right now."
Hatchet grimaced. "Sabotage and Grim left with Thor and Scorpion a little while ago to go receive our shipment of Heroin. He asked me and Ghost to fill you in on what's going on until they could get back and hold church."
"What you got for me?" I asked him, flinching slightly as I moved my side wrong. My left side had taken the worst of the beatings, and I was pretty sure that I had a couple of broken ribs.
"The four girls that were alive down in those cells are in the FBI's care at the moment. As soon as the FBI gets everything cleared up, the girls will be released back to their families. They asked what happened to Jordan - we told them he got away. I don't think any of the girls will be telling what actually happened to him, considering we basically saved their lives. Two other girls were dead when we got there. Both had died the same way the other one died - beaten with a slit throat." Hatchet informed me.
That confirmed what I had thought happened.
Rage gripped me with a vice-like grip as I thought about Reina receiving that same treatment. Ghost placed a glass of water and a white pill in front of me. "Oxy." He told me simply. "Should relieve that pain." He sat back down in his chair and steepled his fingers together in front of him on the table as I swallowed the white tablet, desperate for some type of relief from the aches and pains.
"I want to hate my sister, Ink." Ghost spoke up. I sighed. I really wasn’t in the mood for this conversation today. "Fuck, man, she didn't only hurt you when she left with Jordan. She ripped my fucking family apart, brother. My mom fell into a horrible fucking depression. I've lost count the number of times I've had to check her into a hospital, and I can't count on one hand the number of fucking medications she's on. She ruined our fucking mother, Ink. I can’t even think of letting Reina back around her. It may just send her completely over the edge.”
I kept silent, letting him get all of this off his chest. None of us really knew what was going on with Ghost. Some days he disappeared, and Sabotage only said to let him be - he'd come back when he was ready. Guess this explains why he disappeared some days.
"My dad fucking refuses to even acknowledge he has a fucking daughter anymore. She ran off with the bad boy of town, which tarnished his reputation. She may as well already be dead in his eyes."
He leaned back in his seat, lighting up a cigarette as he did so. "I got left with the shit end of the stick, Ink. I had to clean up the mess she left behind. Yeah, she got dealt a hard fucking hand while she was with him, but she had a choice, brother. And I can't get past it. She had a choice to stay, and she chose to go. She fucked over the only family she had, and I can't fucking get past it." He looked over at me, letting his eyes meet mine. "I'm not going to sugar coat it, Ink. It would have been better if she'd never come back." He bluntly stated.
"Don't say that." I snarled at him. "Your sister could have fucking died, Ghost." Just the thought of her dying at my blood brother's hands made me want to destroy the entire fucking room.
"I'm the Chaplain for a reason, Ink. I tell it how it is - there's no sugar coating it. And as far as I'm concerned, as soon as she willingly got into the passenger seat of your brother's car, she was already dead to me."
Hatchet shook his head at me as Ghost got up from the table, warning me not to say anything. "I know you're pissed, brother, but this shit runs deeper for Ghost than it did for you. And you have a soft spot for her than none of us here do." He reminded me.
Not bothering to say anything more, I just got up from the table.
Sabotage banged his gavel on the table, bringing church to order. "We received the shipment – no issues. Rock will get back with me in a few days to let me know the next shipment date and the drop location. Ink, I need you to get on the phone with our contacts, let them know their shit is ready, and set up drop locations and times. Get back with me on them so I can have some men ready to do the deliveries."
"Got it, Prez." I told him gruffly.
"One of the girls that Jordan had doesn't have any family." Grim spoke up. "She was a foster kid, and she shared the cell next to Reina's. Agent Marcos was wondering if we could take her in to help her get on her feet since Reina is here. Reina could help her."
"I don't fucking like it." Ghost spoke up.
I clenched my fist. "Keep your fucking family problems away from club business." I snarled at him, finally losing my cool. I get that he had fucking issues with his sister. Every man sitting at the table understood family issues, but he was willing to make an innocent woman suffer because he couldn’t separate his own shit from club business.
"Alright, you two!" Sabotage roared, jumping up from his chair. "I'm a hairsbreadth away from stripping you both back down to prospect level!" He shouted. "This shit is getting fucking old!"
Ghost shook his head. "The brothers sitting at this table are supposed to be fucking family." Ghost snarled as he jumped up from his chair. "Instead, we're all siding with a piece of pussy that was so desperate to have a dick stuck inside of her that she betrayed her own fucking blood.” My blood pounded in my veins at his words. “So, fuck family. Fuck all meaning of family – including this one. You can have my goddamn cut, Sabotage. As long as she's here, I won't be."
He stormed out of the room, throwing his cut at Sabotage's face as he did so.
"Fuck." Sabotage grumbled as he dropped back into his chair.
I sto
od up from my chair. "I'll go after him." I grumbled. I knew it was my fault that he was turning in his cut. I wouldn’t give Reina up, though. I was just hoping that maybe I could get him to see reason, get him to see why I wasn’t giving up on her.
"Pretty sure you're the last person Ghost wants to talk to right now." Blink commented.
"Reina!" Ghost shouted, his voice filled with panic.
I rushed out of the room, ignoring the pain flaring through my body with every step I took. Ghost was on the phone with 9-1-1, Reina cradled in his arms as Izzy stood beside him, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Reina!" I shouted, rushing forward. "Ghost, what the fuck happened?!" I demanded.
"I don't know, Ink." He grumbled. "I was heading up the stairs to grab my things when she passed out. I caught her before she fell all the way down."
"Reina, baby, please wake up." I choked out as I took her from Ghost, cradling her close to my chest. Tears clogged my throat, fear squeezing my chest like a vice. She was pale - too pale. I couldn’t fucking lose her – not after I just fucking got her back.
The doors burst open as two paramedics rushed into the club house with a hospital gurney. "Sir, we need you to release her so we can help her." The female paramedic said.
"Let her go, man." Ghost said, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. I barely registered the pain. I couldn’t rip my eyes from her pale face. "Come on, man, they've got to help her."
I released my hold on her as the male paramedic lifted her from my arms onto the stretcher. They placed an oxygen mask over her face, different words and codes coming out of their mouths that I didn't understand.
"Come on." Ghost said, helping me to my feet. "You need to get to the hospital."
Tears tracked down my face before I could stop them as I watched them place some wires on her chest right before they closed the doors to the ambulance. "Ghost, I can't lose her a second time." I choked out.
Sabotage gripped my shoulders, shaking me gently. I slowly ripped my eyes from the ambulance to look at my president. "Brother, let Ghost get you to that hospital. We'll meet you there, you got me? She was strong for you, brother, and now you need to be strong for her."
I nodded my head once, turning on my heel to head outside to the club van.
God, I know I don't ever ask for favors, but please don't take her from me.
I slowly ripped my eyes open, taking in the hospital room around me. My hand was weighed down by a warm weight, and my other hand had a needle in the back of it connected to an IV machine.
Why in the world was I in a hospital?
I looked over to see Ink asleep with his head resting on the bed beside my hip, both of his hands holding mine captive in his own. My brother was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, his head leaning against the wall as soft snores left his mouth.
"Ink." I called softly, gently moving my hand under his to get him to wake up.
He jerked his head up, groaning softly afterwards in pain. My lips fell into a small frown. I hated that he obviously wasn’t taking care of himself.
He looked up at me, a smile tilting his lips as he saw me looking at him. "Good to see you awake, sweet girl." He told me in his gruff, half-asleep voice.
"What happened?" I asked him as he pressed the red nurse button on my bed.
"The doctor said you passed out from dehydration and a lack of nutrients." Ink informed me as he ran his thumb over the back of my hand, his eyes running over my face.
"Fuck." Ghost grumbled as he slowly sat up from his leaning position, wincing as he moved his neck.
The doctor stepped into the room with a nurse as Ghost pushed himself up from the floor. I watched him with wary eyes, not really in the mood to listen to how much he hated me being back here in Hope.
"Good to see you're awake, Reina." The doctor said. "I'm Dr. Howard. Sabotage called me when you were being sent over here - asked me to look after you." Ghost helped Ink up from the chair, and worry flashed in my eyes as I watched Ink grimace at the movement.
"Ink?" I asked softly, completely ignoring the doctor.
"He's fine, Reina. Just give him a minute, alright?" Ghost told me gently.
I swallowed hard, watching as Ink swallowed down a white pill that Ghost handed him. He shot me an encouraging smile, but my frown stayed in place.
"Alright, Reina, you're pregnant, and you're aware of this, correct?" The doctor asked me, slowly drawing my eyes back to him.
"Yes." I answered as I looked back at Dr. Howard. "I have no idea how far along I am, though." I informed him.
Dr. Howard nodded. "Ink informed me. So, I did an ultrasound while you were passed out to check on the baby. You're nine weeks pregnant, and I'm pinning your due date to be July third."
Holy shit, I was almost out of my first trimester. I had been pregnant for a while.
Ink walked over to me and grabbed my hand in his, lacing his fingers through mine. I ran my eyes over him worriedly, but he only shook his head at me, turning his attention back to Dr. Howard. I sighed irritably, and Ink’s lips twitched in response. I rolled my eyes before I looked back at Dr. Howard.
"I'm placing you on a strict diet, Reina." He told me. "You need three square meals a day with snacks in between each meal until your back at a healthy weight and your nutrient levels are normal again."
"We'll make sure she gets there, Doc." Ghost spoke up, making me swing my shocked eyes to his.
Since when did my brother give a shit about me?
Dr. Howard nodded as a smile tugged at his lips. "Good. Reina, I'm going to go ahead and release you with strict orders to take it easy and to not stress yourself out. You're in good hands with these men, and I know that they'll take good care of you. I want to see you in my office every Wednesday so that I can keep check on your progress. Got it?"
Ink brought my hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. “She’ll be there, doc.” Ink assured him.
Ghost grabbed my shoulder, gently tugging me to a stop before I could follow Ink inside of the clubhouse. Because Ink's hand was wrapped around mine, it brought him to a halt as well. Ink narrowed his eyes at my older brother in a silent warning to let me the fuck go. "The fuck are you playing at right now, Ghost?" Ink angrily demanded as he moved closer to where we were standing.
Johnny shook his head at Ink. "I just want to talk to Reina for a minute, brother. I'm not going to hurt her."
Ink clenched his jaw. "Sorry if I find that a bit hard to fucking believe." Ink snarled. I tightened my hand around his, hoping to calm him some. He was in no condition to get worked up. "You were ready to give up your cut just yesterday because of her, and now all of a sudden you want to have a non-threatening conversation with her? Fuck you, brother."
My eyes widened in shock. Ghost was going to give his cut up because I was here?
Ghost clenched his jaw as anger flashed in his eyes. "Break it up now!" Blink shouted as he stepped outside. "Ink, get the fuck inside the clubhouse." He commanded.
"Not without Reina." Ink snapped back at the founder.
"Boy, I didn't fucking ask!" Blink shouted. "Get the fuck inside now! I can't take much more of this bitching back and forth between the two of you!"
"Ink." I called softly, drawing his blue eyes to me. I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Johnny won't hurt me." I assured him. "Please, just go inside. I'll be fine."
Ink narrowed his eyes at Johnny over my head. "She comes inside crying, brother, and I promise you, I will beat your ass no matter how much I'm hurting right now, you got me?"
Ghost nodded once. Ink pressed a kiss to the top of my head before he sauntered inside, letting the clubhouse doors fall shut behind him. Blink looked at my older brother. "You upset her, boy, and I'll beat your ass for Ink, got it? She's been through enough shit. Do some dumb shit, and you won't be giving up your patch. I'll rip that shit off your fucking back." Blink warned him. “Reina is family now, brother, whether you like that or not.”
Wit
h that, Blink stepped inside. Ghost sighed as he leaned against one of the pillars, pushing his hands through his hair. "You always knew how to twist everyone around your little fingers." Ghost commented.
I clenched my jaw. "If you're going to belittle me -"
Ghost sighed. "No, sis. That's not what I wanted." He looked down at me, his chocolate brown eyes the same shade as my own locking with my gaze. I swallowed nervously. "I wanted to apologize. I've treated you like shit since the moment you stepped onto this property. Everything fell to shit for our family when you took off with Jordan, and I was the one that was left behind to try to pick up the pieces."
I swallowed hard, wrapping my arms around myself as if it would protect me from his words, though I knew he was only speaking the truth. "Mom fell really ill with depression. She's been in and out of psych wards since you left town. Dad has turned into an angry, explosive shell of himself since you took off with the town's bad boy.” He sighed. “And then you showed up here asking Ink for help like you were entitled to it, and I couldn't see past my anger."
