by E. C. Land
“Whew, that was close. As much as I love a Slurpee and can never just get a small one, I should time this with mini-Horse sitting on my bladder constantly. Now, where is Lynsdey?” Kenny says walking back to us.
These women are a whirlwind together.
“She’s in the bedroom. I’m gonna head to the club. You all okay here until I get back?”
“Do you even have to ask that question?” Kenny lifts her brow at me. The woman is full attitude. No wonder her brother always gets so frustrated with her.
I shake my head as I walk out of the house. My bike is the one thing I cherish besides the woman in there that’s fuming. This right here is my prize. I saved my ass off to get my bike, this girl—a 1992 FX STC Softail custom—I found it almost in mint condition.
As I make my way to the club, I can’t help but wonder why Lynsdey keeps pushing me away. I know she keeps bringing up the clingy bullshit, but there’s gotta be more to it. Especially with the way she snapped at me earlier.
When I get to the club, I pull through the gate we had installed right after moving here, and park in my spot next to Rage’s bike. Soon as I walk in, most of the brothers are here and look in my direction. I reach the bar, lifting my brow as one of the prospects hands me a beer. Damn, that’s good— I needed one.
“What’s up, fucker?” I ask my brothers standing next to me.
“How’s Lynsdey doing?” Horse is the first to speak up.
“Healing, giving me the cold shoulder.”
“Why’s that?” Rage asks
“Damned if I know. Says I was talking shit about her and called her clingy. Hell, she said it was part of the reason she moved.”
“Fuck! Damn, man, that’s my damn fault. I said she was clingy one night back before the shit with Kenny happened, when Burner was talking about gettin’ in her pants. I knew you were banging her, and had been since we got here. I didn’t mean anything by it. Fuck, man, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you back then but forgot,” Horse says quickly.
Shit. How can I be pissed at my brother when all he was trying to do was protect Lynsdey from being harassed by one of my other brothers? Horse was just trying to have my back when I needed it without bring attention to a relationship, I didn’t even know I wanted.
“VP, it’s fine. At least I know what happened now. I can fix it but there’s something else bugging her. I know it. She’s just using it as an excuse not to have to tell me.” I get the feeling something happened while Lynsdey was with her stepbrother. That psycho did something, and he’s gonna pay.
Mental damage is far worse than anything physical. It takes more time to heal, more time to process. I should know— the Marines fucked my head up big time. If not for Rage, Dragon, and a few others, I wouldn’t be standing here now.
They saved me from swallowing a bullet after the last tour we were on. I wanted not to feel the pain of the lives we’d taken; the pain of my fellow brothers that lost their lives, the cries of pain from the IED that went off, blowing up half the team. I couldn’t handle it. If not for them, I would’ve ended it.
I shake my head— I need to get in the game. We have church today to find out what Gadget knows, and hopefully get rid of this bastard.
“Alright, fuckers, let’s get to it!” Gadget says as he heads for church.
Let’s get this done, I need to get back to my woman. I have my work cut out for me.
Motherfucker!
9
Lynsdey
“You had best have a damn good reason as to why you pretty much kicked us out of your life, bitch. I’m so damn pissed at you I could beat your ass. If I didn’t feel like I had to pee every time I move my legs, I would too.” Kenny storms into my bedroom, well Thorn’s bedroom, ranting, with Cleo and Izzy behind her. When they got here, they talked to Thorn before he left about how he and I were gonna be doing pregnancy things together. Only in a world where things were perfect would that happen.
I roll my eyes as I put my kindle down, a little irritated at being interrupted right in the middle of a hot sex scene. But I’m happy my girls are here. I’ve missed them. Even though Izzy knew where I was since and I worked with her at her office, she thankfully never told anyone where I was. Kenny would’ve been on my ass if she knew, and Cleo would’ve up and moved in with me. I needed my space at the time, hell, I still feel like I do. My mind is a complete mess right now. I just want to push everything out with my books, and stay in my own little wonderland.
Air— that’s what I need right now. I’ve been around Thorn non-stop for the past week. Talk about excruciating. I want him more than ever. The man is honest to god the hottest man in existence. From his hair that’s grown out some from the buzz cut he had when I first met him, to those solid, muscled legs I’ve caught myself wrapped up in every morning. The man is pure muscle all over. I could look at him all day but the longer I look, the wetter it makes me.
God, I wish I had my mini-Thorn. Yep, mini-Thorn is my rabbit vibrator I use to take the edge off. It doesn’t do like the real thing, but it helps. Maybe I should see if Izzy would help me out and take me to my house, or at least go by there and pick up some of my things since it seems I’m gonna be stuck here.
I’ve barely spoken two words to Thorn, let alone asked to get any of my stuff. I know I’m behind on my school work, and I could yank my damn hair out. It’s gonna be a bitch to catch up. The course was only four months long, and I had two months left. Missing a full week of class isn’t a good thing. I need to email my professors and let them know I had a family emergency or something. And get back to it.
“So, you wanna tell us what’s going on?” Kenny asks again.
“Umm, do I have to?”
“Bitch, you better start talking. We both might be pregnant, but I can still kick your ass. Well, maybe not your ass because I can’t lift my leg that high right now, but damnit, I’ll do something to make you talk.” Kenny is one of those women that will do exactly what she says, no matter what.
“Ugh, okay, okay. So, you know how I left after the whole ordeal with what happen to you? Well, I found out I was pregos, and needed to get out. I knew Thorn wouldn’t want anything to do with me and a kid. Plus, I heard the guys talking about how Thorn said I was too clingy for him. He claims he never said that shit. His words not mine. I mean, do I believe him when he says he didn’t?” I try to keep the tears from falling. Stupid hormones— I hate crying.
“Lynsdey, you might not know this because you were gone, but that man hasn’t even touched another woman since you left. And trust me when I say those club whores have tried their hardest to get his attention. So, if he says he didn’t, I’d listen. Those men wouldn’t lie,” Kenny says softly with Cleo and Izzy nodding their heads in agreement. Weird, Cleo will usually speak up, putting her two cents into everything. That’s just the way we are with each other.
If he says he didn’t, I’d listen. Those men wouldn’t lie. Kenny’s words run through my head. Do I listen to her and believe him? Has he really not been with anyone else? I highly doubt that’s true… maybe he did it on the sly without the girls seeing him. What do I do now?
Should I take Kenny’s word for it?
“Okay. So he hasn’t been with anyone that you guys know of, but that doesn’t mean anything. Think about it. He looks like Apollo with all his muscles and tan skin. Shit, he can have whatever woman he wants, why would he want to be stuck with me and two kids when he can be like he is now, and fuck whoever the hell he wants? That’s what I need him to do— move on. We can co-parent but that’s it. There can never be anything between us. Jake will always interfere any way.”
“Fuck Jake, you don’t worry about his ass,” Cleo yells. I look at her wide-eyed. I know she has her own shit with him, and I tried to keep it from happening— I honestly did.
“Cleo, you know more than anyone what he’s capable of. We can’t stop him. He knew about me being with Thorn. He’s completely insane. I mean, I climbed out the basement window where he had
me locked away. I was lucky enough to be able to squeeze out. Did you know the bastard moved my old bedroom down there?” I shiver at the images that pop in my head as I recall his words—You belong to my lord, that means you’re mine.
“That sadistic fuck needs to be put down, that’s what needs to happen. But let’s not talk about him right now. Tell me about these babies you’re having. How did you not know it was twins?” Cleo asks changing the subject as she gets more comfortable on the bed.
Kenny and Izzy speak at the same time, “Yeah, how the fuck did you not know?”
“Umm… Doctor Connors said it’s not unheard of, but one baby can hide behind the other to keep from being seen.”
“Well, fuck a duck. I’m happy for you, even if I’m pissed you kept this from me, bitch.” Cleo huffs. I can’t help but laugh at her antics. She hates being left out of the loop.
“Well, I’m back now, and Thorn’s not letting me go anywhere, so you guys wouldn’t want to maybe either help me out by taking me to my house, or go by there and pick up some things I need? I could seriously use some of my own things right now.”
“I’m not taking you anywhere! You need to stay right where you are, so what do you need, and we’ll go grab it for you. Maybe stop at the 7-Eleven and grab a Slurpee,” Kenny says, causing the others to groan.
“Yeah, you can’t be walking much right now, not with your feet still cut up. I know they have to be killing you.” Izzy, for the most part, has been quiet except for agreeing with the others as they spoke.
The spark that’s usually in her eyes is missing. I wonder what’s going on and hope she doesn’t blame herself for what happened to me. But then again, I’ve seen her at work, where she’s dealt with that douche-canoe of a boss. He’s a real prick when it comes to her. I don’t know why she puts up with it, but she always holds her head up high.
“Fine. Grab that pen and paper off the TV stand over there. I’ll make a list of what I need. And Cleo, you have a personal mission while you’re at my house. Grab mini-Thorn out of my draw. Don’t worry, he’s wrapped up.” They all burst out laughing.
So fucking what? A woman has needs, and I’d rather get myself off than fuck the real Thorn right now. With them laughing, I write my list, making sure to put my school books and laptop on there.
10
Thorn
“So, this fucker that took your woman is sick. Yeah, we all know he was in for rape, but we went by the house he held her in. The dick head had her in the basement. Swear, it looked like a teenager’s bedroom with everything set up,” Gadget says when everyone is seated at the table as he pulls up photos on the monitor with his tablet, which seems to always be attached to his hand.
“We know this already, tell us what else you found?” Twister sounds irritated. Ever since we found the info about his mom, he’s been in a complete dick mood. There’s only one person that can get him to smile now is his sister. Even then, it’s been rare.
“Yes, there’s more to this sadistic prick. Check out these pictures. Lynsdey’s stepbrother not only has pictures of her, but of all his victims from the past, surrounding an alter that he’s made with some painting of a ram in the middle of pentagram. He’s a full blown satanic.”
“What the fuck is a satanic?” Burner asks with confusion showing on his face. I’d like to know myself as well.
“It’s someone who worships the devil, you ass,” Hades growls out. “If he’s a satanic then he’s most likely apart of a cult. There’s not one around here, though. The closest one is over two hours south from here.”
“How the hell would you know that shit? What are you in too?” Burner always speaks without thinking.
“Fuck you much!” Hades jumps out of his seat lunging for Burner. “Don’t ever fucking ask me that shit again. I know what they are because a satanic cult killed my family, motherfucker.” Fuck, I didn’t know that shit. I don’t think anyone knew from the silence that takes over the room. I’m sure Prez knows, but that’s it’s.
“Alright, alright, sit your asses down. Hades, I know I’m one of the only ones in here that knows the full story about your family, but can you enlighten the brothers here on how satanic cults work,” Prez calmly ask.
“Every cult is different but also the same. It’s just like with Mormons, they have one member that is the head and makes the rules, claiming they are able to speak to the devil himself. Some of the satanic cults do the whole more than one wife thing, others don’t. My family was killed by a group that called themselves ‘The Delivers’, all because my mother wouldn’t give up my sister to them.”
“Her father was a part of this cult. She was raised in it before she was able to leave with the help of the club. My dad’s brother was a member of the Devil’s Riot charter in South Carolina. From what my uncle told me, he got a call from my old man asking him to help get my mom out. When the leader killed my dad, he planned to take my mother with him, claiming that she and my sister were to be his. My mother refused to go quietly, so they sliced her throat right in front of me before throwing me down into the pool of her blood. I don’t even know what they did with my sister. I only know that I haven’t found the body. After that, my uncle sent me to live with my grandmother. My sister was thirteen, and I was only seven.” Anguish covers Hades face as he finishes.
Fuck, I don’t know how he does it. The man is always joking and laughing. Hell, he’s a damn man whore with the ladies. How does he keep all that shit bottled up and not talk about it? One day that shit will come out, I know there’s more to it, but now isn’t the time to push him for it.
“Shit man, I’m sorry,” Burner says rubbing a hand through his hair.
“It’s all good, I check for these groups to make sure I’m nowhere near one. I’m not looking to go to prison for burning the fuckers to the ground,” Hades growls again as he slams his fist down on the table.
“Okay, thank you for what you’ve told us, and just so you know, we’re your brothers; were here for you no matter what. And if that means finding every single last one of these bitches to send them up in flames, we’ll back you,” Prez says keeping his eyes on Hades. I nod my head in agreement just like all the other brothers.
“Thanks, let’s get back to now, though. We need to figure out what this fuckwad wants with Thorn’s woman.”
“Oh, I know the answer to that,” Gadget says getting excited as if he were a kid in the candy store. Computer geek, really!
“Well, spit it out already. I need to get back to Lynsdey soon. Doctor Connors is coming by the house to make sure she’s doing good, and I want to be there.” The look on Gadget’s face would be priceless if I really gave a damn. For a moment, he looks like a love-sick fool before he clears it away and looks at his brother. I swear those two have this telepathic communication.
“Since Lynsdey escaped from there, we’ve been there to check the place out but have also had a prospect watching the place. The fucker hasn’t been there since. No one has been by the house, not even to feed those hounds there. And those beasts are pure evil. I checked them out myself, and the damn things attempted to jump right through their pens, getting electrocuted.” Gadget finishes by shaking his head.
“Where the fuck would he go?”
“I don’t know but seems we just have to keep an eye out for this fucker until he shows himself again. Until then, we’ll be vigilant. Don’t let your woman, or even any of the women connected to the club, out without at least a prospect with them. Keep two on Lynsdey if you’re not with her,” Twister orders. “Now, get back to your woman.”
“Sure thing, Prez. Let’s hope I can actually get her to say more than two words to me. If she weren’t worth the fight, I wouldn’t bother,” I say as I make my way out of church to the main room. I know I should head out but having a beer with the brothers sounds good too. One won’t hurt.
That is until I feel a set of hands coming around my waist.
“Hey Thorn, I haven’t seen you around recently. How abo
ut you let me take care of you really quick? I’m sure it would make you feel good.” Fucking Sofia! Where does Burner find these bitches. There goes my staying to have a beer. I need to get back to Lynsdey and hope she can help me get the feel of this bitch’s hands off me.
“Naw, I’m good. Gotta get back to Lynsdey before she tries something she’s not supposed to do yet,” I say. I know she’s new around here but damn she doesn’t get the hint too well when someone doesn’t want her around.
“Okay, well, when you’re ready, I’ll be here willing and waiting. You know I can’t wait to have you fuck my pussy. I’d even let you take my ass too. None of the others have done me there yet. I can only imagine what it would feel like with you sticking that big fat dick in my ass, stretching it.”
Fucking hell, this bitch is crazy. I peel her off me and make my way out to my bike. I need to get home. Maybe shower and have a shot a Jack before anything else.
Fuck, if Lynsdey weren’t worth it, I’d be tempted to finally take what Sofia offered. But visions of taking Lynsdey’s ass now consume my thoughts.
Damn, I need to fuck her, and fuck her right!
11
Lynsdey
With everyone gone, I’m finally able to be by myself for the first time since everything happened. Thorn has been driving me crazy with walking around the house with his sweats hanging loosely on his hips. Hell, the man sleeps in the same bed as me, and I have to bite my tongue every time to keep from running it along his chest.
I’d put the blame on these damn pregnancy hormones but it’s not that. It’s Thorn. That man just does it for me every time.
