Her words process but it’s confusing the hell out of me. “What do you mean with I can’t be involved? Are you normally in this shit? Women aren’t allowed in church or club business, what the fuck is going on?”
“Everything is tied to me. When the club was drowning in debt, I stepped up but I made the contract they signed. I made it so I had to veto every huge decision to protect my investment,” the woman casually says.
“What. The. Fuck,” I growl underneath my breath and lock eyes with Thorn. “Don’t tell me you’re brainless to think brothers won’t go nuts over a damn woman having the club by the fucking balls.” I shake my head and release a deep sigh before locking eyes with Curls. “And you...really? You grew up in that biker world. Hell, even within the normal business world people go cuckoo over a woman sitting in a high position because success raises envy and in particular when it’s about cavemen who see a cunt shaking her tits in front of them and they can’t fucking touch,” I roar. “You fuckers shouldn’t have put her in the middle of all this. Even if she offered her fucking self you should have never taken her up on it. This was bound to fail from the start.”
Chapter Six
***Wendy***
The grunt that leaves Casey’s throat gives me only a hint of satisfaction. Asshole. I know he’s right, but it just sets me off. Hence the reason I punched him in the stomach.
“I saved the club when I stepped in. They always had my back and when I offered them this deal, they were all fully aware I wanted to keep them straight so the club would grow to be healthy and strong again. They didn’t want to have more members thrown in jail with their Old Ladies left behind and kids only seeing their fathers behind bars. They knew. And it wasn’t like it would be a forever deal, there was an option they could buy me out, and they would be able to sooner or later with profits growing slowly but steady,” I seethe.
Casey’s eyes pierce mine and I know he wants to say so much more but all he grunts is, “It only takes one rotten apple to taint others, Curls. Now this shit’s all behind us and we’ll deal with it, but I want you out after this. You’ll transfer everything over to your brother, who my guess is going to be Prez, right?” He swings his gaze to Thorn who gives him a tight nod. “I’m sure you can settle and keep the payment plan or whatever. Respect and trust your brother to lead his MC the way your father set the course and pull your hands off. I want you safe and I want you out.”
I am beyond pissed. I open my mouth to spit out my words but I get robbed from doing so because it’s my brother who speaks first. “Curls.”
What. The. Fuck? He’s switching from Princess to Curls? Oh, no. They’re backing each other up. Surprise, dang surprise. Assholes, all of them. I wave my finger in front of Thorn’s face. “No, just...no. I’d like for you to leave and handle shit with Ryke. I’m too pissed right now to even talk to you so be glad I even manage to find words to tell you this.”
“It’s ‘cause you know your Old Man is right,” Thorn tells me in a soothing voice. And I might just hate him, embracing the fact I’m now claimed and my Old Man makes it possible to be of influence on me.
“Oh, you’re a piece of work, you know that? Not agreeing to the fact Casey claimed me, but then looking back on how it went you’re suddenly happy because he did save me in time for Gael to take his fingers out of my ass? That he prevented Gael from knocking out my teeth to fuck my mouth ‘cause my pussy was leaking blood and it wasn’t clean enough for a cock to pump? But because it’s a convenience for you to have your sister shoved away and claimed as an Old Lady; to be just a bitch who’s standing on the sideline. Right? Just a cunt who’s...”
“Enough,” Casey snaps and pushes Thorn against his shoulder to bring him out of the daze I put him in.
Shit. Why in the hell did I spill what Gael did to me before Casey saved me?
“Go find Calix and explain so you can take a few AF brothers to stand behind you when you confront Ryke. Make sure you do it in Calix’s office, he’s got a camera installed in there so you have it on tape in case you need it. We’ll talk tomorrow morning or if you have crucial info you come find me but for now? Leave her the fuck alone.” Casey holds open the door while Thorn gives him a warily nod and walks away as Casey locks the door behind him.
Fury still burns its way through my veins but Casey points a finger at me. “No. You do not get to fight me on this. Can’t you fucking see what this shit has brought you? I learned you were taken the first time at the age of six and have a tracking chip in your fucking body so they can find you whenever that shit happens again. Happens again, Curls! What you went through today? What you just...fuck, no. I just fucking claimed you. I never even once cared enough to step up for a woman, let alone give up my whole career for one. Now you think about how many lives you touched in this fucking world and what you think you’re worth before you fight to hold on to something you can easily hand back to family you trust to continue to guide shit in the direction you all agreed upon.”
Shit. My anger deflates when his words hit me hard. He takes a step toward me but all of this is too much, making me take a step back.
Casey stalks over to the bed instead and plunks down to lean his forearms on his knees. “You know this MC has an Old Lady who was once the VP?”
His words shock me enough to sit down next to him, hoping he will continue because I had no clue. I gathered a lot of info when I became aware Hedwig was living right next to a biker of AF MC and became pregnant. But this? No. Though my curiosity is spiked.
“Calix, my Prez and I go way back. We’ve worked together when he was a detective but he’s also a guy you can have a drink and a good discussion with from time to time. He told me how Tenley saved the club like you did. And not just because she was the Prez’s daughter, but because she fought for it, she always works hard to put the club first. It was like a contest of sorts, the one who could come up with a plan to pull the club out of debt. She made a business plan, one that was voted in and she earned it fair and square. The club now has a carwash with hot chicks washing the cars. You can pick the hot chicks out of a menu. Like a strip bar but change the pole with a car. As you can imagine, it’s a huge success.”
“Why isn’t she the VP anymore, what happened?” I question because why wouldn’t she be?
“Calix happened,” he simply states and gives me one of his panty-wetting smirks. “Her father’s terminally ill and stepped back as the Prez. Calix was voted in and Tenley chose the club. She stepped aside to become the Prez’s Old Lady instead of his VP along with it so he could have C.Rash as his VP. By doing so she made the club not only stronger but gave back the unity the club needed. But don’t think twice about the fact she’s just an Old Lady. Fuck no. Even the brothers openly state she’s got the Prez by the balls and maybe she knew when she traded her cut that she would still have her voice heard no matter if there was a patch on her tit or not. They respect her, they listen to her input; she doesn’t need the cut and title. Though I’m not saying you two are alike or even this whole situation...I’m just saying...I dunno, you probably should chat with Tenley, she’s a woman who would understand this shit.”
“Thank you,” I sigh, defeated and oh so tired.
He leans toward me and bumps my shoulder. “Let all this stuff sink in. Talk it through and make the right decision; it’s all I ask. Now go on and lie down or eat my sandwich for that matter.”
His last statement makes me snort. “It’s all yours but next time you better order me two of those.”
“Deal,” he says and places a soft kiss on my temple, making my stomach flip with a current singing through my body I wasn’t expecting.
How can he bring up such a strong emotion inside me? Not only lust but every single emotion intensifies when he’s around. And safe. He makes me feel safe and with all the things he said flowing through my head, I see how everything this man does revolves around protecting me and doing what’s right...for me. Even if it’s overbearing.
He stands
and snatches the sandwich out of the bag while I admire his strong body, imagining what’s hidden underneath the towel. Dammit, the first time I have sex and I didn’t even see what entered my body.
And why am I thinking this with what I just went through? What I’m going through with the miscarriage. This man, he does things to me I tell you...it shouldn’t feel so right and yet it does. Even if my body is hurting, I still want him.
“Not happening, Curls,” Casey states and gives me his trademark smirk right after.
His words make me huff. “You and I need to have a talk about how things are going to work between us. You can’t be the one who makes up all the rules and lays down the law.”
Yikes, even his laughter spiked a flow of tingles between my legs. Ugh. I really hate him, equally as much as like him...or not, the verdict isn’t out yet.
“Now, darlin’ with all the stuff we just discussed in this room you don’t bring this up, but when I mention you’re not getting my dick you go tell me we need to have a talk about laying down the law? Good to know you’ve got your priorities in check.” One day I’m going to punch that smirk right off his face.
“Never mind, I’ve made it through life using my fingers and toys before you popped it in there, I could continue a lifetime with just battery driven substitutes.” I shrug and crawl onto the bed, only to be spun around as Casey’s hovering over me, his sandwich long forgotten.
“What did you just say?” he croaks.
Shit. What’s with my mouth, blabbering out stuff I should keep inside? “It’s nothing.” I try.
“Bullshit and you fucking know it, try again.”
“Wake up, Casey. Weren’t you in this room with me when everything about the club was discussed? I’m the princess, daughter of the dang president, the one no one is allowed to touch. Not to mention I threw all my attention on becoming a forensic coroner so I didn’t have time or any interest in dating. What else is there to say? Even if you had no clue you were my first because I popped the damn hymen myself with a vibrator, but you were, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? You popped but didn’t officially pop my cherry.” I keep my gaze locked with his because I’m not ashamed nor a prude.
Ugh, and I should have expected the self-assured alpha pride his features wash over with.
“My dick only touched what’s mine,” he croaks, his voice dripping with lust.
I have to swallow at the dryness of my voice when I tell him, “The one and only.”
“For fucking sure it will be the one and only,” he growls fiercely and slams his mouth over mine.
For the first time. My first time having sex was with this man and we didn’t even kiss. So, this is also a first. And if I thought his smirk, his words, or even his body would get my body pumping...it’s his kiss that pulls me closer and makes me want to merge with his body to seek more heat than he’s already tainting me with.
All of my pain and hurtful emotions are long forgotten when I let my hand travel over his muscled back until I reach his waist. My fingers dig into the towel and with one firm tug it falls free, allowing my hand to grip his bare ass. Hot damn. Sculpted so dang powerful, making me dig my nails in to pull him closer.
He groans into my mouth while his tongue swirls around mine. His length is hard between our bodies and I hate the fact my period—yes, I’m going to stick with the fact my period was just late because I can’t deal otherwise—is stopping us from having sex. And it reminds me of the way my kidnappers were revolted by it. Hate swirls up but I manage to push it down when I feel Casey’s hand slide down my body.
My body that’s hurting from all the blows I took. The blows that turned life inside me to a pulp, preventing me from becoming a mother. Pain slashes through me and it has nothing to do with the physical injuries but everything to do with my mental state.
It’s as if Casey knows what I need when his hand starts to slide up and down my belly while his lips go to the crook of my neck. He’s trailing kisses and setting my skin on fire while he’s whispering such sweet words. The attention he gives my body is making me feel wanted. The exact opposite of how the kidnappers were.
I shove the memories deep into a part of my brain I don’t ever want to visit again and just relish in the way Casey makes me feel. As if I’m the only thing he needs to feel grounded. Maybe it’s just me, but the way this man connects with me is different than any other person I’ve met in my life.
I wish I could have sex right now, to take him inside my body again like the first time. Yet the thought only brings out the fact I got pregnant in that moment in time and how I lost it today. Tears fill my eyes and sobs rip from my throat.
Casey’s arms wrap tight around me and his comfort is making me calm down. Kisses. The gentle tone of his voice while his words not only give me strength but also warmth. It now makes my tears fall for a completely different reason.
I’m treasured by this man who not only wants me, but who saved me, who comforts me here in this bed and is not repulsed by me when he discovered about my period. The way my body is reacting from the things I went through and being in this man’s arms...my tearstained face is a mess and I’m shaking while my body is hurting badly. Even if his touch is tender, I can’t prevent from hissing from the pain when I try to shift.
Casey pulls back and glances at my face. “Come on, we’re getting a shower. Even if you already had a bath, you’re hurting and need the warmth of the water to relieve your muscles.”
Oh, yikes. After effects of my meltdown. Though Casey doesn’t seem to be fazed by any of it. He just drags me up and guides me toward the bathroom. Turning on the water, he slides underneath while I make fast work to ditch the shirt, panties, and throw the pad in the bin before I accompany him.
He reaches out and pulls me flush against him. “Are you okay?”
I tilt my head back and let his warm gaze settle upon me. Doesn’t this man realize what he does to me? “More than okay. I didn’t even realize how badly I needed the meltdown I just had.”
Shit. Good thing the shower is hot and my skin is already flushed because I can’t believe I just admitted to this. His gaze slides down to my lips. Slowly closing the distance, he captures my bottom lip between his teeth and gives a gentle tug, brushing his lips against mine in a feather light kiss right after.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He takes a few steps forward and it makes me gasp when my back hits the cold tiled wall. “I fucked you bare the first chance I had when we were in a room alone together and I have to admit it takes everything within me to keep myself in check not to jump inside you right now. Fucked up, I know. Even if you’re on your period, condom or not, I don’t fucking care. I’ve never buried myself bare inside anyone; only you. I’m clean...a little late to mention, but, yeah.”
“Clean...but,” I whisper out the rest of the words on a rush so I know I said them but obviously not loud enough.
“But?” he presses.
“I’m not using birth control,” I sigh.
“Don’t need it either,” Casey simply states.
“Didn’t you just hear me?” I squeak, words fail me and I need to tell him what happened today, even if I only knew myself for an hour. One freaking hour of a new found and lost life.
“I’m fine with whatever life throws at us. Even when we decide to fuck bare in the future, and we damn well will.” The man shrugs. Shrugs!
I roll my eyes at the way he casually waves this off. “Well if you keep throwing cum inside my pussy, I’m bound to end up pregnant...” Emotions rip through me when I add on a whisper, “Again.”
“Maybe that’s my plan, to bind you to me in all ways possible.” His husky voice makes my lips open with a slight gasp, even the ones between my legs.
That is until his head rears back. “Did you say again? As if...did...what?”
I close my eyes, unable to look at him while my whole body grows tight with the burning hurt I now put into words. “When they took me, I was on my way to see He
dwig. I was late with my period and took a pregnancy test...I only knew for less than an hour before I lost...maybe it was a false positive.”
“The hell it was,” Casey roars, making my eyes snap open.
His anger makes me cringe and my head drops. Again, with the hurt and devastation slicing through me. My body is still sore from the blows I took, I can barely open one of my eyes and yet only minutes ago I was lying in a bed being treasured and taken away by extreme kindness but it’s all gone now.
I can’t deal with any of it and it makes me feel weak. I’m never weak. Never. Yet now? I feel as if life itself is draining away from me. Just like the blood that’s running down my legs because of the miscarriage.
And I know I shouldn’t lie to myself like I just told him but if I let my mind travel over the fact that they kicked life right out of my body? A sob rips straight from my soul at the same time I hear Casey curse as he wraps his arms around me, preventing me from crashing to the floor as I grab hold just as tightly.
“Shhhh, sweetheart. I’m sorry. So. Fucking. Sorry. I shouldn’t have lost it like that, but fuck...shhh, darlin’, I’ve got you. We’ll make it right, somehow...we’ll get through this. Fuck, Curls.” The roughness in his voice cracks with emotion as we stand there holding on to each other. “I swear to avenge what was taken from us. I’ll kill them with my own fucking hands...but all in good time, you hear me? All in good time, ‘cause you’re what’s important now, you gotta heal. Come on, we’re gonna clean you up and I’m gonna talk to Calix to get the doc here to check you out. You should have mentioned it sooner...maybe we need to swing by the hospital.”
“No,” I croak. “No hospital, I just need to rest. I have a medical background, you know...but I’ve also double-checked information on my phone...it says exactly how it is. It doesn’t look any different than my normal heavy menstrual bleeding. I should have never taken the test, then I wouldn’t even have known...”
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