by Eden Rose
I take a deep breath, hating that I have to dredge up such a painful time in my life. “If I tell you, you promise to listen to me?”
“Yes, baby. Of course.”
I wince a little adjusting my body to sit up straight on the bed. “My bodyguard, Sal, beat the shit out of Jimmy for making fun of me one day. He didn’t know who Jimmy was or that he was the son of an important mob boss. Plus, my dad kept his business pretty quiet. Anyway, Jimmy and his dad came over to my house to have a meeting with my dad and Sal. I woke up in the middle of the meeting to overhear them talking but I was more worried about Jimmy being in my house while I was still in my pajamas.”
I take a breath but Noah’s encouraging me to continue. “Please finish.” There’s pain that’s bracketing his eyes almost as if he’s beginning to understand what I’m getting at.
“I watched Sal get shot dead in front of me because of his mistake. That was the worst thing that I have ever seen in my life. Sal was my friend and bodyguard. Hell, my only friend. After Sal died and was bleeding out on the chair in front of me, Jimmy’s dad and mine broke the news to us.”
Noah’s look in his eyes tells me that he’s beginning to understand what I grew up with. Maybe now he will stop holding this shit against me.
“My dad told us that we were getting married and that was that. I moved in with him to some penthouse that our parents bought and we graduated high school online. That was until he got arrested. It was bad but I knew I needed to leave. So, I did. And I never looked back.”
What I leave out is how I survived by stealing money from the safes inside my house or how I used to strip for money. I also leave out how Jimmy used to force me to have sex with him even though I didn’t want it. How he forcefully took my virginity without me giving it to him.
I leave all of that out because nothing is going to change the fact that I married a monster. I married a man that is capable of killing someone and then come home as if nothing bothered him. I married a man who sold drugs to pregnant women and little kids who had no business doing drugs. I leave all of that out.
“There’s more. I can tell. Please tell me the rest of it, baby,” Noah begs me gently.
There’s a light tapping on the door before the therapist peeks her little head in. She’s adorable with her big glasses that make her look smart. She’s probably my age or maybe a little older but I have the feeling that I can trust her with what I’m going through.
After about an hour of answering questions and telling her a little about myself, she nods and then leaves the room. I’m pretty positive that I passed the test which means I get to go home soon.
Home.
Do I have a home?
“Baby, we need to talk about what we’re doing after this,” Noah states while rubbing little circles on the top of my thighs.
I’m still lying in bed with the itchy blankets over me but I’m ready to leave. I need to get out of here. “I don’t know what more you want me to say, Slice.”
I smirk a little when his road name flew out of my mouth. I remember that he hates it when I called him that when we were together but I’m going to enjoy him punishing me.
“What did I tell you about calling me that, sweetheart?” He draws patiently.
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t remember. It was so long ago.”
Noah covers me like a blanket with his body. It’s hard and warm all at the same time. My mouth waters. “Let me remind you,” he whispers against my lips. The first brush of his lips against mine as me desperate.
My pussy clenches just thinking about him sliding into me but then I remembered I have stitches down there.
SLICE
One of the hardest things I have had to hear in my life is that my girlfriend was raped by her husband. I’m going to start referring him as her “dead husband.” I have plans in the works to take him down and her father.
Her useless fucking father that traded his own daughter to help unite two families of criminals.
The worst was yet to come, though.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask Jen as I help her out of the bed and situate her in the wheelchair.
She snubs her nose up at the wheelchair but I enforced the fact that she needs to be in it or I will carry her out. I raise my eyebrow at her and she sits in the wheelchair with attitude. “Do you even have a house?” She asks me.
Laughing, I wheel her out of the room towards the elevator at the end of the hall. “Yes, we have a house.”
Jen nods a little. “Is it wrong that I’m looking forward to seeing your house?”
“It’s not wrong that you’re looking forward to seeing our house.”
She giggles. “Well, when are you going to move my stuff into your house?”
I grab the back of her neck with enough force for her to know that I’m not playing around. “It’s our house, baby. I moved your shit out of that fucking apartment last night when you were sleeping. All the rest of it can be burned or I will replace it. I don’t want anything from that house tainting our relationship.”
Walking into the house that I knew someone raped my woman in, is almost too much to bare. It’s physically painful for me to even look at it knowing what happened to her.
When we got into the car, I help her in the passenger seat. “I miss your bike, Noah.”
I smile at her. Perfect ol’ lady status right here. Just got released from the hospital and misses my bike. This woman is perfect. “I miss you being on the back of my bike with your sexy body wrapped around me,” I whisper to her against her lips.
After I get in the driver’s seat, I ask the one question that I’ve been dying to know. “What happened to your dad?”
Jen winces a little but straightens out immediately. “Uh, I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me.”
“There has to be more to the story than that,” I probe.
“Are you sure you want to know? It’s not a good story,” she warns me.
I nod my head and begin driving to our house. It feels so normal having my pregnant woman sitting in the car with me while I drive home. It almost seems domesticated.
“When I got back from court the day I left everything behind, there was a man that barged into my house demanding that I owed him money. I had no idea what he was talking about and he kept hitting me over the head with the barrel of his gun. I blacked out but when I came back, I noticed that I was being rocked like I was in a boat.”
My gut churns at the thought of something else happening to Jen. I’m going to fucking kill every one of these bastards. I place my hand over hers to help soothe her. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”
With her hands trembling, she continues. “It was my dad’s associate that raped me because Jimmy owed him money. It was my dad and Jimmy that told Gordo if they defaulted, he could take me instead.”
“What the fuck!” I yell out louder than I meant to because she jumps in her seat. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“It went on forever. He kept biting me and taunting me with the fact that the other guys would be next. It would keep continuing. I didn’t know what else to do until I saw the gun Jimmy kept under the dresser. I managed to wiggle over towards it and then I shot him. I shot Gordo while he was still inside me and he fell on me. It was fucking horrible but I got away.”
My mind spins and my gut churns wildly as her words register. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Do you think I’m disgusting?” Jen whispers and yanks her hand back from mine.
“No, I think you’re brave and a bad ass. I think you are the most incredible woman in the world.”
She smiles weakly. “When I left my penthouse, I stuffed all the money Jimmy had in the house in a duffle bag. But when I was locking up for the last time, I ran into my father. He tried to convince me to stay because it would only make shit worse, but I shot him in his knee.”
I pull over towards the side of the road a few houses away from our home in the compound for the club
. I haven’t been here in a long time because it was meant to be a home for me and a family. Now that I have Jen and our baby, I finally feel as if I have the home I’ve imagined when I first bought it.
Jen’s wringing her hands together nervously and looking all around us through the windows. “What’s wrong?” I ask her and cup her cheeks in my hands.
“Well, let’s see. I’m moving in with a man that nearly destroyed me a few weeks ago and we’re having a kid,” she spits.
My jaw clenches. “First, quit thinking about the past or we’re not going to be able to get through this. I meant what I said when I told you that we’re done playing games. I want you and it’s as simple as that. You got me?” I tell her with devotion and honesty. It’s the stone hard truth.
“I think I might love you,” she whispers.
I wink at her and drive the rest of the way home. I’m fucking nervous as all get out that she’s not going to like the two-story house with four bedrooms and a full basement. There’s a big enough yard for our kids to run around in and for the dog that we are more than likely going to get.
“I know I love you,” I tell her with conviction once I pull into the driveway.
*
I finally got Jen settled enough in our room for me to go handle some business with Fang. “I’ll be back in a little bit,” I tell Jen as I walk out of the room.
“Where are you going?” She calls out to me.
Cringing, I lie to her. “I’ll be back in a little bit. It’s nothing serious.”
Fuck.
The Bear, Mack Truck, Flip, Rabies and Bic are all waiting for me at the end of the driveway for us to get the answers from Flip. He’s been in the gauntlet room since yesterday and I’m eager to get the information that I need from him to track down Jen’s husband.
“It smells like piss and shit in here,” I remark while walking through the room to see Fang’s beaten body in a heap in the corner. “Check this out, brothers. This mother fucker peed and shit himself!”
Once I’m close enough to him, I kick his side to get him to turn around and look at me. “Stop,” he wheezes.
“You fucked with my club, man,” The Bear spits the daggers at Fang. “You fucked with what’s mine and Slice’s and now it’s time to spill.”
“There’s no point in me spillin’ shit! You’re just going to kill me anyways,” Fang answers honestly.
Rabies has a smile on his face that tells me he’s going to enjoy this very much. He presses a button that turns the lights off in the room and there’s a strong buzzing sound coming from under Fang. “Stop! Stop!” Fang calls out.
I turn to look at my brothers that are standing behind me with their guns ready to take aim. “What’s wrong, Fang? You don’t like it?” Rabies taunts.
“I’m sorry! I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I needed the money and the drugs or I was going to lose the club,” he blubbers out with a cry. The buzzing sound is intensified. “Jimmy came up and told me that he had the money if I could help him get information on Jen. It wasn’t personal. I needed it or I was fucked!”
“It was personal, mother fucker,” Flip shouts from behind me with a baseball bat in his hand. He strolls over towards the body on the ground and hits Fang twice in the back with the bat. “The Lucifer’s Lair MC won’t be fucked with because you think you need to prove you have bigger balls!”
“How did you get in touch with him?” Mack Truck asks from the side. He’s got a blunt hanging from him lips. “When did you see him to get your shit and trade the information?”
When Fang doesn’t answer, the buzzing turns on again. Rabies shrugs a little and then spins the dial to a higher degree. Fang starts foaming at the mouth with spit and I can tell that he’s almost dead.
“That’s enough!” Bic calls out from the side. “We need the information or we’ll kill you worse than this,” he informs Fang.
“It’s in my phone. Everything is in my phone. Shit, I’m sorry.”
I don’t need to listen to anything more and I ram my foot into his stomach making him gasp for air. “See you in hell, mother fucker,” I call to him before spinning on my heels to get out of here.
The deafening sound of a gunshot in what I hear as I walk back to my house with my woman.
TWO WEEKS LATER
SLICE
Jen and I have been living together for two weeks now. For the past two weeks, it’s been the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Jen’s not healed all the way and she still has nightmares while she sleeps.
As she sleeps, she’s screaming at someone to stop touching her and to get off Chantal. I can’t do anything but I lay in bed holding her until it’s passed. Sometimes the screaming lasts for twenty minutes and other times it’s over in a matter of seconds.
The first time she had a nightmare, I was lying on the couch watching Sports Center. She screamed out at Jimmy and yelled at him for touching her. It was awful. After that, I made sure that when she went to bed, that I was close behind her in hopes to stop the nightmares from happening.
We moved in to one of the spare houses on the property of Lucifer’s Lair. It’s a modern house with all the shit that she needs to make the house her own but I know she’s missing her own freedom. True to my word, I don’t let her out of my sight.
Ever.
Last week, we went to the hospital and she got her stitches out granting us the okay to have sex. Every time she comes near me wanting to have sex, I think back to when I found her at her apartment with blood dried on her thighs.
Things were beginning to settle down and get better, or at least I thought.
There is now a five foot four woman standing in front of me wearing only a see through red lingerie set. My eyes look her up and down greedily until they fall on the heels that are on her stocking feet.
“Is your name homework?” She asks me with a twinkle in her eye.
“No,” I answer her trying to figure out where she’s going with this. “Why?”
“Because I’m not doing you like I should.”
My dick jumps up in the confines of my jeans. “Is that so?” I question her.
“Yes,” she whispers huskily.
Very slowly, she starts walking towards me with a switch in her hips that makes my eyes zone in on them. “Well, why don’t you come over and do me then?” I wink.
Her hips move seductively and I sit up on the couch for her to come over to me and do what I suggested. “Why don’t you get up and go to the bedroom?” She orders.
I follow the directions and lead the way. Once I’m in the room, I shed out of my clothes and pull on the base of my dick to help ease the stiffness. Nothing is going to help besides sinking it into her body.
Jen’s standing in front of me with a lazy smile and her skin glowing. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to her.
“You make me feel beautiful,” she murmurs.
Just when I’m about to go rushing towards her, she steps in front of me and pushes me down on the bed. It’s a matter of seconds before her hungry mouth finds my dick and she swallows me. “Fuck me,” I choke out when her throat muscles massage the head of my dick. “Suck me, baby. Suck me so good,” I encourage her.
And she does. Jen drags her mouth up and down my dick repeatedly until I’m about to see stars. I feel the tightening in my balls and my lower back telling me that I’m about to blow so I push her off me a little.
“Stop, baby. I don’t want to come in your mouth. Let me fuck your beautiful pussy.”
She adjusts her body a little and slides up me until she’s resting her pussy over my dick. Jen’s got a little scrap of lace for panties that are no match for me and I quickly rip them away from her. I hold the offending article of clothing from the tip of my finger then thrust up to hit her piercing with mine.
“Fuck…” She moans out. “Please, fuck me,” she begs me.
“What my girl wants, my girl gets,” I answer her demands by spearing her body with my dick. I’m buried to the hilt inside of
her with my balls bouncing up and down against her ass. Her head is tossed back from the passion but it’s her swaying breasts that have my attention. Since I found out that she’s pregnant, I love watching her body change. It’s amazing. Especially with her tits getting bigger.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Jen chants and rides me like she’s a jockey. I fucking love watching her let go and show me what she needs.
“Take what you want, lover, it’s all for you,” I say.
“I want it all,” she chants louder. “I want everything you have to give me. No more playing games. Noah, fuck me like you own this pussy!”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I fuck her until my balls are yelling at me to allow them to release inside of her. I fuck her harder and deeper even after I shoot my load inside making her moan.
There is only one black cloud in the sky and that is Jimmy and her father lurking around without us being able to catch those fuckers. I know that it’s weighing on Jen as much as it is me.
Also, my president has been going bat shit crazy in trying to flush them out with different tactics. He’s got a master plan as to how he’s going to do that.
Last night, he moved all the money that was in the seven accounts to another account like Chantal did. Jimmy was smart before and managed to move the money back, but The Bear did it in a way that it’s impossible to move.
We’re now holding all the Jimenez family’s money and we’re not giving it up.
JEN
I’m surprised how easy it is to live with Noah. We’ve had some fights regarding me going back to work and him paying my bills. Of course, I won and I’m back to work now and paying for my own shit. I will never be dependent on a man again like I was with Jimmy.
I’m still having nightmares but I don’t remember anything that is happening in them. For all I know, they are of a clown chasing me. The therapist wants me to keep seeing her to discuss the trauma I went through but I don’t want to keep bringing it up.
It sounds weird, but it feels good to let that shit go. I still hurt inside for the life that I missed out on, but I feel a second chance with Noah and our baby girl.
