by Xyla Turner
“Man, what the fuck?” he sniffled.
“Who are you?” Apollo asked the man.
“What do you mean?” he looked confused. “I’m sick as a fucking dog and Xena the warrior princess starts hitting me when I tried to get some goddamn olives.”
His voice was nasally and his nose was bright red.
Oh shit.
“Dash, get her out of here. I’ll talk to him.”
“Come on,” he growled.
“I’m so sorry, Dash.” I felt horrible. “I didn’t see it was you. I just don’t know what to do. I’m not sleeping and I’m fucking paranoid. I...”
There was nothing else to say. I was a hot mess and more importantly, I was making my own self crazy.
Dash took my keys and brought me to this dirt road that had three different warehouses on each side similar to a cul-de-sac. There was no exit, except for the way you entered. Bikes were everywhere, at least forty of them were parked along various parts of the dirt road. We went in the center warehouse and he instructed me to have a seat. As I looked around, there was an open space and rooms down the south side of the place. A small refrigerator was near the kitchen area along with industrial size ovens. Behind where I was sitting was a wall decorated with pictures, surrounding the huge painted Guardian’s patch along with the creed. Sort of like the wall of fame.
Dash disappeared and came back with a lady in a white jacket. He had two cotton balls in his nose that were peeking out.
“You must be Kylie,” the older lady said as she walked toward me with an outstretched hand.
“Hello.” I put my hand out to shake hers.
“You’re a little thing to have almost broken Dash’s nose over there.”
“Shut up,” he snapped as she erupted into laughter. “She caught me off guard.”
A door burst open and the next words sent chills down my spine, “Kylie! Kylie!”
It was Razor.
I turned toward the voice and saw him frantically searching the area. When he laid eyes on me, he charged toward me and pulled me up into him. He encased me in his arms. Dammit if I didn’t feel safe and secure for the first time in four days. I did not even care what it meant, but as he was hugging me, I wrapped my arms around him just as tightly.
Yes, I know what I’d told him, but boy was I glad that he was here.
“You alright?” he whispered in my ear.
I simply nodded my head as it was buried in his chest. We stayed like that for what seemed like a lifetime until he pulled back.
“Heard you gave the guy and Dash a run for their money.”
His hands were still on my waist and my body was pressed against him. There was no answer to give him, except to ask, “Was he the guy?”
“No. His story checked out.” One side of his mouth turned up.
“Oh, okay.”
“Do you guys need some alone time?” I heard from behind me.
Turning around, it was Apollo and Bronx standing there. Razor let me go and said, “Thanks guys.”
“Yeah, looks like Xena here can defend herself,” Apollo joked.
Bronx laughed, but Razor and I didn’t.
“You ready to go back home or you want to try shopping again?” Apollo asked.
“I think I really need to get some rest,” I answered.
“So, you haven’t been sleeping?” Razor looked at me. “It’s been like this all week?”
What? How did he know that? He must have read my mind because he said, “The monitors.”
“Oh, okay.” That still didn’t explain how he knew I wasn’t sleeping at night.
I turned towards Apollo and said, “Yeah, I’d like to go home.”
“Where’s your grocery list?” Bronx asked. “We can get someone to drop them by for you.”
“That would be perfect. Thanks so much.” I knew I was delirious to even agree to that.
My head was hurting and my body was aching. Nothing was happening the way I thought it should.
Friday evening had come and contrary to what Shay and Lori had wanted, I was not going outside. I still was not able to get any sleep and even though my groceries were delivered, the only thing I was craving was something sweet. There were bags under my eyes and my skin looked pale and unhealthy. There was nothing attractive about me in this state.
After being on a Netflix documentary binge, I finally fell asleep on the sofa.
A loud noise woke me up but I could not pinpoint where it came from. I searched the house with my pepper spray and texted Apollo. He simply texted back to get some sleep. At three in the morning, I’d had enough.
Dressed in my pajamas, I went outside and started walking down the street. This was the very thing I was afraid of; being held prisoner at my parents’ or someone else’s home. I had enough. I’m sure my head was not on straight, but after Apollo got out of a random car on the street and asked, “Where the fuck are you going?”
I answered, “Take me to Razor. Now!”
Without waiting for an answer, I got in his car and put on my seatbelt. There was an open laptop with different views of my house on the screen.
Apollo got in, closed the laptop and said, “Girl, you got balls of steel. He could be with someone. You prepared for that?”
I turned towards him and said, “I’ve seen worse, plus I don’t give a fuck. Take me to him.”
11 – You’Re Mine
You’re Mine
KYLIE STILL WASN’T sleeping. Hadn’t all week, but she was determined to stick it out. I had been seconds away from pulling the plug on the entire operation so she could stay with me, but Bronx pulled the plug on even the thought of it and reminded me what she said because I told him to.
It wasn’t time. We weren’t a thing. Move on.
The week had crawled by and most of my time was spent watching my phone app with the various visuals of her place. I could access it remotely and that was probably not for my own best interest. If I was supposed to be moving on, this was not a good first step. Honestly, I had not made the decision to move on. I told her ass when she came to her senses that she knew where to find me. Thus, when I received a text that read special delivery and then a knock on my house door at three in the morning, it should not have taken me by surprise.
It did.
I opened my large front door and there stood Kylie. She looked exhausted. She didn't say anything, just planted her face in my chest and wrapped her arms around me.
Why my heart felt a sudden wave of warmth and my arms encased her with my face in her hair surprised me too. All of the previous words she’d said to me meant nothing. She was here and that's all that mattered.
She looked up at me and said, “I'm tired.”
I almost laughed but realized she was probably a few steps from delirious.
“I know sweetheart.” I rubbed her hair. “I know.”
Scooping her up in my arms, I took her to my room and laid her on the bed. She was already in pajamas, so I pulled her slippers off and tucked her under the covers.
There were no objections from her and when I climbed in and pulled her to me, she released a sigh and cuddled into me.
“Thanks, Razor,” she breathed.
“Anytime, sweetheart.” I pulled her closer.
The next morning, she was still out cold...literally, dead to the world. Phones were ringing, the fire department went through the streets for an exercise, and I know I snored. Yet, she remained curled up on the massive bed looking like a frail angel.
My girl slept through all of that. I cooked breakfast for her and brewed coffee but she still did not wake up. It wasn’t until five in the afternoon that I finally heard some noise from upstairs.
I found her in the bathroom washing her hands.
“Hey, how'd you sleep?” I asked while leaning against the bathroom door.
“Like a baby!” She wiped her hands on the towel.
“You slept for twelve hours straight, so I’m sure you’re well rested.”
> “Oh my God. WOW! I was so tired. It was getting bad; like almost to a state of delirium.”
“Does that explain you going ape-shit on that poor guy in the grocery store?” I chuckled.
“Oh my God. That was so bad. Did you guys get his information? I do want to apologize.” She looked mortified.
“Ha. It’s cool. We smoothed it over.”
“Oh thanks,” she said and tried to leave the bathroom.
I held out my hand, which spanned across her stomach and pulled her towards me. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” she said as her stomach growled loudly.
I could feel the vibrations on my hand as she laughed at herself.
“I guess I should be embarrassed.” She continued to laugh. “I am hungry though.”
“Come on, food’s downstairs.” I tagged her hand to guide her but she pulled back.
“It’s fine, Razor. I have plenty of food at home. They brought it over yesterday.”
“Naw, you’re with me,” I said as we continued down the stairs.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re with me.”
“I’m good, Razor. I just needed to sleep and now I’m good.”
“Told you, sweetheart. You want clarity, come to me and I’d be waiting. You came, so let me be clear. You’re with me. Mine. You came to me, so you’re with me. You’re not going back home, to your parents, or anywhere else. You’re staying here, because you want to be here. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have come. If you didn’t feel safe, you wouldn’t have slept half the day away. You wouldn’t have come. But you did. So, I’m taking advantage. No more pushing me away. I let you have it your way before, but no more of that. Now you’re in my court. This goes my way and you,” I pointed to her, “are here with me because you came.”
We entered the kitchen and I cornered her near the refrigerator. “So, make yourself at home. Your shit is already upstairs and I took some of the groceries to get an idea of what you liked. I got your schedule. Your detail remains, you can continue business as usual, but you lay your head down here from now on or I’m at your place. Got it?”
Her hazel eyes looked up into mine and there were tears welling up in them.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
She shook her head and murmured, “N-nothing.”
“Something is wrong.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re crying.”
“I just.” She sighed. “Um, I just. I want, um. I don’t know. Uh. I want...”
“Me.” I finished for her. “You want me.”
One tear dropped and she turned her head. I brought her face back to look at me and then kissed her tears away. “Don’t hide from me. Ever.”
The other tear fell from her eye, but they remained on me. My hand moved her hair out of the way and I kissed her forehead again while I wiped the tears from her eyes with my thumb.
“Told you not to be scared,” I reminded her.
“Easier said than done, Razor.”
“Yes, but I got you sweetheart.” I rubbed her lips. “Let’s get you some food.”
She smiled as I pulled her away from the refrigerator. For dinner, I made barbecue chicken, corn and baked potatoes. After grabbing the chilled bottle of wine that the guys brought from her house and a beer for myself, I removed our dinner from the oven.
“Take this to the dining room table,” I instructed, motioning to the drinks and glasses.
When we sat down to eat, she looked over the food and then asked, “Did you make all of this yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh wow.”
“Why are you so surprised?”
“Probably because you’re possibly a better cook than me.”
I laughed. “Well, I had to learn early, so I got better over time. Especially with Mace in the picture, he needs to have a well-balanced meal.”
“Yeah, I get it.” She nodded and took a bite of the chicken.
“This is great, Razor. Tender and everything.”
I nodded.
We ate in silence, but it was evident her mind was racing as she devoured the food. I meant what I said earlier and as far as I was concerned, there was no turning back. Not for me anyway. I would not back down and if needed, I’d become that man. I was forty-four. She was thirty-two. It broke my rule, but fuck that. If someone had told me that the one I’d fall for would be twelve years younger than me, sassy as fuck and hot as shit, I would’ve called them a liar. Yet, here she was in my house, eating my food and sleeping in my bed.
Bronx’s words came back to me. When did it happen, I asked myself?
It was time. I couldn’t run from it any longer, just like I would not let her run anymore. It was time.
Now the question remained, what did she plan to do after the stalking and her mom’s illness was no longer keeping her here?
“So,” I said as I took a sip of beer. “Any questions about what I said earlier?”
“I’m sure I do, but I’ll ask as they come up.” She took a sip of wine. “It didn’t seem like there was much of a choice on my part.”
“No.”
“That’s what I figured.” She nodded.
After a few seconds had passed, she asked, “So, what does an MC president do on a Saturday evening?”
I laughed.
“Besides eat dinner with his lady?”
“Lady?” Her glass stopped mid-air.
“Lady,” I confirmed. “Sometimes I’m at the compound or Peppers. Sometimes we ride.”
“Ride?” Kylie asked as her eyes widened.
“Yeah, we ride.” I smiled.
“Just ride?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” I grabbed her hand. “Just ride.”
“Can we?” She looked down at her empty plate.
“Course.” I nodded. “You ready?”
Her face brightened and the color started to come back to her pale skin.
“Yeah, let me just go take a shower and get ready.” She pushed her chair back and got up. “Give me twenty minutes.”
I smiled and nodded.
Yup...my lady.
Excited about riding.
Just riding.
Thirty minutes later, she finally emerged. Her hair was damp, skin slightly pink and her eyes were clear.
“Feel better? You look better,” I asked.
“Much better. Thanks.”
“You’ve been on the back of a bike before, right?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she answered, while nodding her head.
I nabbed her hand, grabbed the spare helmet and we went riding. We rode three towns over, through the plains and even passed my old bicycle club. I didn’t stop there just yet. Pete had told me to wait a while. A long while before I came back. Plus, it wasn’t time for me to introduce her to my full family, but I slowed down enough for her to see the place; along with where I grew up, my middle and high schools. It was dark, but the baseball field was still lit up, so I parked over near the bleachers.
Baseball was my number one love back in those days. Girls were there and I enjoyed my share, but nothing came before the game. My mom thought I was wasting my energy on the wrong thing and my dad wanted me to live through him. Combating the two forces was difficult, but the one thing that kept me on the straight and narrow were my brothers in the Legion of Guardians. The men were strong, supportive and our chapter was on the straight and narrow. When I heard all that they had done for the people of the community, I knew I had to be a part.
I climbed the ranks but started just like everyone else as a hang-around and then a prospect. I had a scholarship to college for baseball and that was something they not only encouraged, but pulled strings to make sure I had everything. I was smart, but not diligent in my studies, so I went pro the first chance I got. This happened the summer of my sophomore year.
My professional season lasted for six years when I blew out my knee doing a stupid slide and that was the end of my career. I kept my life simple; most bik
ers did. I had plenty of money stashed away for rainy days and six years worth of money along with the ending of my contract, I was set. Not for life, but I had to have the money work for the club and me.
Once I was patched into the club, Pete showed me the ropes and schooled me on what investments to make and which ones to pass on. He wasn’t a financial guru, but he was a resident of the small Pennsylvania town and he was way beyond his years. After some years, I was elected to Sergeant of Arms, where he trained me in the business workings of the club. Some years later, he named me his vice-president. No one objected, because they knew he was grooming me to run it, but nobody knew he was grooming me to run the district, not even me. When he told me to go for the president position in Manor, I did. I trusted that he wouldn’t steer me wrong and he didn’t.
“Where you at?” Kylie interrupted my thoughts about my career in baseball and the club.
Pulling her so she was sitting on top of one my legs facing the other one. I opened my legs wider to fit hers in between mine.
“Just thinking about old times here.”
“You must have brought a bunch of girls to the bleachers, huh?” She laughed.
“Under the bleachers, maybe. But never on top of the bleachers.”
One side of her mouth turned up in a smirk. “Riiiightt.”
“Honestly,” I said as I slipped off her shirt.
“Whoa, Razor!” she exclaimed.
No bra. That’s my girl.
“Fuck!” I latched onto one of her peach colored nipples and sucked on it until she was pressing my head further into her chest.
I switched to the other one and she moaned, causing my manhood to stir a little bit more than it already was. My fingers found the button to her jeans as she opened her legs more so I could do what I wished.
“Razor,” she moaned.
Music to my ears. My name on her lips.
“Stand up,” I commanded.
She stood up as I pulled her jeans down along with her panties. She was naked and unashamed. My girl was bold as she arched her back with her perky breasts on display, hard nipples and a small patch of hair near her carefully hidden pussy.
“Open your legs.”
She obeyed me, allowing my fingers to roam between the folds of her wet center.
