“Don’t make me ask again.” I click the safety off. They gulp and raise their hands up in front of them.
“The Satan’s Rejects,” the one on the right whispers. My whole body stiffens with pure rage. Those fuckers need to be taken the fuck out.
I turn around and look at Kyle. He is pissed and nods his head. They will suffer. Kyle steps forward and gets into the kids’ faces. “This is war. Tell them that. They messed with the wrong fucking club.”
They nod so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if they broke something. Then they run away from us and into the woods.
“War is happening, guys, but what they don’t know is we are trained. Those guys are kids on the street, playing gangster. We already took half of them out. The other clubs wouldn’t dare mess with us. The next city over harbors their leftover members. This will make a statement; they wouldn’t dare face the consequences. They are motherfucking trafficking girls. That is something we cannot let stand. It’s time to tell the others.”
‘The others’ are our MC buddies throughout the state. They won’t tolerate this either.
“Prospects are at your guys’ disposal for watching out for your women.”
Taking my phone out, I call Kayla. “Baby, it’s safe. You can come out.”
I hear her sigh of relief and unlock my gate. A few seconds later, I see the front door open and she steps out with Mika by her side.
“Torch!” she calls and I walk up the yard to her.
“I’m here.” I pull her into my arms and press her cheek against my chest. I kiss the top of her head and let out a shaky breath. Imagining something happening to her is scary, and I can’t bear to think of it. I love this woman with everything in me. My wife.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Kayla
Later that day
“I love you, husband,” I say to Torch. We are in the bathtub together. My back to his front. His legs on either side of me. His hands on my stomach.
“I love you, too.” He kisses the back of my head. I close my eyes, smiling, the butterflies swarming in my stomach.
“I can’t imagine life without you,” I confess. I grab his arm and rub my hand up it. Veins protrude his skin. I feel his dick harden at my back.
“You are everything I didn’t know I needed.”
At his words my heart starts pounding in my chest. I feel as light as a feather. I’m on cloud nine.
“Torch?”
“Yeah?” he answers, and I smile to myself.
“Make love to me.”
He stops moving. “Done.”
He stands up in the tub, taking me with him, then dries me off quickly before he takes my hand and leads us back to the bedroom. I feel the bed hit the back of my legs and lie down on the bed.
His hands move down my body, letting me see through his touch. He knows exactly what I need. His hands are now at my hips, then down my legs and to my feet. He lifts both of them and spreads my legs.
I feel his breath on my pussy and clench in anticipation.
His tongue swirls around my clit, and I moan loudly. He does it again, slowly.
Torch
I watch as she comes apart on my tongue, her whole body shaking, her toes curled under. And those deep, throaty moans. I pick her up and move her up the center of the bed.
Once I’ve got her situated, I climb between her legs while she hooks one leg onto my hip. I look down at her face. She can’t see me, but I see her. All of her. Her lips, her beautiful eyes, her rounded cheekbones. Her heart, her laugh, that smile she smiles that drives me crazy. She is beautiful, and it’s a shame she doesn’t know how much so, because my words will never be enough.
When I brace myself at her entrance and push inside, her eyes roll back into her head and her hands lift to my shoulders, her fingers digging in. I move down so I am on my elbows on either side of her face, pressing my lips to hers while moving in and out of her slowly.
I stop and twist my hip before moving back inside again. Her legs tremble, and I reach down holding the one on my hip.
“Are you close, baby?”
“Yes.” She grips the sheets by her head. I feel her stiffen, so I reach down and stroke her clit. Her pussy tightens before detonating, spasming around my cock.
I move inside of her swiftly and come right along with her then pull out and move to the side, holding her in my arms. Her head settles on my chest. I tighten my arm around her while her hand runs up and down my side.
“Love you, Torch.”
My eyes close at those words. I don’t deserve her. “I love you, too, wife.” I poke her in the side and she laughs.
“Yeah, you got me knocked up on the first try.” She laughs and moves over onto her back.
“That’s right,” I gloat and move onto my belly, my head on her shoulder. My hand goes to her stomach and I close my eyes, holding my world in my arms.
Kayla
“Kayla!” Jean yells as I walk into the clubhouse. Torch has a meeting or something, so I’m spending the day with the girls.
“Jean.” I laugh and hug her back once she wraps her arms around me. “How’s the bean growing?” I pat her stomach.
“Morning sickness is killing me.” She shutters. I understand all too much. Morning sickness is a bitch.
“Come on, the girls are in here.” Jean takes my hand and I follow behind her. I hear voices and laughter. She stops me, and then I feel something tugging on the bottom of my shirt.
“Mia wants you to pick her up,” Jean explains.
“Who is Mia?” I ask as I bend down. I touch the little girl’s arms and slide my hands down them until I reach her armpits. When I pick her up, she immediately cuddles up close to me. I touch her little face with my hand. She is so sweet.
“Myra and her daughter, Mia, are staying with Ryan for a while. They needed protection,” Jean says. I can hear the amusement in her voice.
“Like that’s the only reason.” I laugh as she leads me over to the table where the rest of the girls are.
“I can take her from you,” Myra says. Well, at least I assume it’s her.
“No, it’s okay.” I smile. Mia lays her head on my shoulder, holding her little blanket.
“She is so sweet,” I tell Myra as I shift the girl in my arms.
“That little girl isn’t shy one bit. She will go to anyone, man or woman. If she wants to be picked up, she will reach for the next person or whoever she wants.” I can hear the adoration in her voice.
“You are staying with Ryan, huh?” I ask her with a small smile.
“Yeah, he insisted. He brought Mia into it, so I couldn’t help but say yes. I want her safe.” I feel a hand run down Mia’s head and know it’s Myra.
“Mia,” Ryan says in his deep, gruff voice. When the little girl in my arms moves and starts to squirm, I let her down onto the ground and hear her running. “I’m going to get her some ice cream. Let you have a break with the girls.”
“Bite, bite,” Mia says. Her little voice is so cute.
“Yes, baby girl, bite.” I hear a sound like someone kissing something, then the girls aww. Ryan must have kissed Mia.
The door shuts. “You are fucked,” Jean tells Myra, and I laugh because yeah, she is.
“What do you mean?” she asks hesitantly.
“That man has claimed you as his, though you don’t know it yet. He wouldn’t be as invested as he is if he didn’t want you to be his woman,” Jean explains. I nod along with her. These guys are a special breed.
“Ryan is hot, I have to admit; and my poor ovaries explode every time he holds my daughter or does something sweet.” You can hear the innocence in her voice.
“Hang on for the ride, girl, because that man will make you the happiest woman imaginable. They may look gruff, but for us, they are softies. They won’t ever admit that, though,” I pitch in and smile thinking about Torch.
“She’s right,” Jean agrees.
“Second that,” Chrystal says.
“The se
x is off the wall, too,” Jean says in true Jean fashion. I laugh and the others join.
“Aww, she’s blushing,” Jean teases. “We all know you’ve had sex. You have a daughter to prove it.”
Myra clears her throat. “Well, I wouldn’t call it sex. More like three thrusts and it’s over.”
I know the sex she is talking about and make a sound of disgust. “At least tell me he made up for it in other ways?”
“No,” she says meekly.
Poor girl, but then again, I know all too well. Well, not anymore, but you get my drift.
“Aw, he didn’t?” Jean asks her. “Aww, poor you. There is nothing worse than a guy who only cares about himself. Oh, I forgot. I never had anybody before my man. Oops.”
I burst out laughing again.
“I think I already love you guys,” Myra says through her laughter.
“Back at cha,” Jean replies.
“If you ever need a babysitter, I can do it.” I’m home all day anyway.
“Thank you! I may take you up on that sometimes. I got a job at a new clinic.”
“Welcome, babe.”
I hear the door open and then the sound of little feet hitting the floor. “Mommy,” Mia says, and then I hear Myra kiss her.
“You’re a sticky mess, little girl,” Myra says. Mia giggles.
I will be a mom soon.
A mom.
It’s hard to believe. When I touch my stomach, a hand covers mine. Torch.
“Husband.” I smile.
“Wife.” He pulls me up from my seat and into his lap.
“I got a doctor’s appointment next week. Gender reveal,” I remind him. I go to Chrystal’s sister now.
“Okay.” He kisses my temple. I kiss his cheek.
“You guys are so cute. My heart can’t take it,” Jean says, and I smile.
***
Later that night
“Why is your phone constantly going off?” Torch asks. I sigh and pull a pillow over my face. My mom hasn’t stopped calling me all day long every ten minutes. I hear my phone slide against the coffee table.
“Why is your mom calling?” he asks. I shrug. I haven’t answered it. My father was going to sell me and my mom was going to help!
The phone starts going off again, and I groan out loud. I hate it; it’s torture. I don’t want anything to do with her, but then the little girl in me wants her mom.
“Want me to answer it?”
I nod, and a second later he says, “Hello.”
Pause.
“She’s resting.”
It’s silent. I sit up and touch Torch’s forearm. “Why should I believe you this time?”
Another pause.
“You have put my woman through so much already. She is pregnant and doesn’t need the stress.”
The pause is longer this time.
“Take a bus, and we will take you to the center. That’s it. I’m sorry, but you were going to let her dad sell her. You were basically going to let it fucking happen. My empathy for you isn’t great right now. Take a bus to Raleigh, and I will pick you up by myself,” he growls into the phone angrily. I hide my face again, hating this.
He hangs up and I sit in silence. “She is going to the center, and that is that. I won’t allow her to upset you or put you in jeopardy.”
I nod and rest my head against his shoulder. “Let’s go to bed.” He stands up and takes me with him. We walk hand in hand up the stairs. Once we enter the bedroom, I strip out of my clothes and walk to the dresser to grab my hairbrush.
“Let me.” Torch’s bare stomach touches my back.
“Okay.” I smile and sit down onto the bed. He comes up behind me, his legs on either side of me, and runs the brush through my hair slowly. I close my eyes.
“I can’t believe you are brushing my hair.”
He stops before continuing. “I want to show you how much I cherish you, baby. Whatever is happening with your mom won’t affect you or us. This is a small act to show how much I care about you.”
“Torch,” I whisper, because this man is so much more than I ever imagined. “You’re so sweet,” I gush.
“Only to you, babe.” He kisses the back of my head before he starts brushing my hair again.
I love this man so much. I have never been treated like this in my life. Torch has made me so happy. I wouldn’t change my life one bit, because this life is exactly what I want.
Torch looks gruff on the outside (according to Jean), but he is anything but that with me. I see the other side of him. He is a total caveman but handles me like glass.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Kayla
“You are having a boy!” Chrystal’s sister says as she runs the wand over my stomach.
“That’s right,” Torch gloats. I roll my eyes. He bends down and kisses me on the forehead sweetly.
“You have made me the happiest man alive. I love you, sweetheart.”
This man…
“I love you, too, Torch,” I whisper back to him, kissing him on the cheek.
Tonight is the MC party with the other chapters. We are heading over right after the appointment, because the brothers need to be there before they start arriving. I have my ‘Property of Torch’ cut on and was warned to not take it off so the men know whom I belonged to.
Torch was right when he predicted I was having a boy. Paisley is still at college, living it up. Not that she told her father that. She is enjoying her freedom after what happened to her at the school and her dad kept a prospect on her until she left.
Human trafficking is a horrible and unbearable thing to think about. It happens to a lot of girls and is one of my worst fears. The gang that kidnapped Sydney consists of traffickers. I don’t know all the details, but I know the MC was involved in her rescue.
I can’t imagine how terrified she was, though I know she was rescued before anything could happen to her.
“All right, I will see you in a few weeks!” Chrystal’s sister says. I wipe my stomach off, sit up, and Torch lifts my shirt over my small baby bump before he helps me down.
“Thank you!” I tell the doctor
“No problem,” she replies. Torch and I walk out into the waiting room that is filled with babies crying and women talking amongst themselves. When we step into the room, everyone quiets. We can’t look that scary, but my guess, it’s the cut.
Torch wraps his arm around my waist. I put my hand on his.
People perceive things wrong. The gruffest-looking men can be the most gentle and loving men. People who are so judgmental can lose out on a lot in this life, but that’s on them.
I hear the whoosh of the door opening and feel the outside heat. It’s horrible. I swear the plastic of your flip-flops can melt off your feet. Torch holds my hand as he leads me to the truck. Once we are close, I can feel the heat radiating off of it.
The door opens then the truck starts a second later. The air is on full blast. “Let it cool down a bit before you get in, and I will check your sugar.”
My sugar is more stable now that Torch is on me about it constantly. Hypoglycemia is horrible, the shakes, lightheadedness, the stomach pain, the nausea. Morning sickness doesn’t help either, because it makes my sugar drop even more.
A sharp whine and bark coming from close by make me jump. Is that a dog? That better not be a dog out in this heat.
“Torch, please tell me that isn’t a dog in a hot car?” I grip his hand harder, and he pulls away.
“Someone left a Yorkie in the car beside ours with the window barely cracked.” I can hear the anger in his voice.
What kind of person would do something like this? I have a dog, and he has become my baby. We are going to pick him up so he can come to the clubhouse with me; he is my protection dog after all.
“Get him out, Torch,” I urge him and move closer to the sound of the dog. My side hits the window.
Turn around, baby. I do as Torch says and hide my eyes.
I hear glass break and the s
mall taps as the shards hit the ground. The dog is barking louder now as well as panting intensely from the heat. I turn around, and Torch places the small dog in my arms.
It lies down on my arm. Who could do this to an animal? It’s pure torture!
“Let me get you guys in the truck.” He wraps an arm around my waist and helps me into the truck. The cool air is blasting me in the face. The dog’s breathing is getting slower and more even. I think he will be okay.
“HEY! That’s my dog!” a man yells. I grip the dog tighter. He’s not getting it back.
Torch
“HEY! That’s my dog!” a man yells from behind me. I shut the truck door and turn to face him.
“Oh, I was going to come looking for you,” I tell him and take a step closer.
“You w-were?” he stutters, his eyes wide when he takes me in. That’s right, fucker, never run up on a man like me.
“Yeah, you left your dog in your car in this fucking heat without any air.”
He shakes his head no, his hands up in defense. “I should beat your ass right now, but I’m not. You will turn around and walk back the way you came, or I will be forced to beat your ass. Your choice.” I pop my knuckles and slip on my cut I took off when I broke the window.
He pales and backs away.
“You keep her.” He nods and takes off running. I chuckle under my breath. Pussy, but no way was he getting that dog back, because common sense is something he apparently doesn’t have.
Taking my phone out, I dial Ryan. “Hey, man, I saved a Yorkie from some jackass. Want it for Mia?”
I know that little girl would love a dog; and this dog would be perfect for her.
“Yeah, bring her to the clubhouse. I’m already here. Where did you get her?” I hear loud laughter in the background.
“Some asshole left her in the hot car.”
He laughs. “You broke the window?”
I grin. “Fuck, yeah. I will see you in a bit. Stopping by the house first. Oh, by the way, we’re having a boy.”
A boy I will pass down the vice presidency to along to, while Kyle will pass down the gavel to his son. Chrystal is pregnant, too, with a little boy. She is a month or two farther along than Kayla.
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