by E. C. Land
With that I watch as Alverez sticks a needle in her IV. It must be one strong dose. Dixie passes out almost immediately.
Nodding to the doctor, I don’t say anything else before pulling out my phone and sending the text to the director of the institution. Soon as that’s done, I leave the room and head for the nursery.
Now it’s time to figure out where we go from here.
Does Blaze want me to do this with him? Raise his little brother as ours, or does he want to do it alone?
17
Blaze
Holy shit that was some intense shit in that delivery room. Dealing with a delusional bitch giving birth to this kid here is stuff for books.
More like those Lifetime Movies they play on TV. It’s fucked up the way he came into this world.
Staring down at the little boy as he lays on the warmer, I can’t help thinking back to the day Laura was born. She’d been so tiny, fitting perfectly in the palms of my hands. Her tiny hands balled into fists as she stayed curled up like she’d been in the womb.
“Baby Morgan has to be the cutest baby in the nursery,” Harlow says from next to me.
“Yeah, I have to admit he is pretty damn cute.” I murmur glancing in Harlow’s direction. “I didn’t know you were working in this area. I thought you worked in NICU.”
“I do. But sometimes they need a NICU nurse down here for premature deliveries. Not all nurses know how to handle a preemie.” Harlow shrugs.
I don’t know her very well, but in the times I’ve seen her, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her crack a smile. What I do know is she seems to love working around babies.
Nodding my head, I turn my focus back to the baby.
My little brother.
No.
My son. That’s what he’ll be. I’ll raise him as mine with Raven as his mother.
He’ll know nothing but love growing up. I’ll teach him to be a man the right way and never make it about treating those who don’t have money differently. The way my father tried to instill in me. I could care less about money.
I don’t know how much time passes before Raven joins me taking my hand.
“Is it done?” I ask apprehensively.
“It’s done. She’s sedated and the white coats are coming to get her. We won’t have to worry about her where she’s going. There’s no way out once she’s been locked in.” I turn to face her at this information.
“What? I thought . . .”
“I know what you thought. It’s what a lot of people think. But sometimes an easy death isn’t the best way to go about things. This time was one of them. Dixie deserves to suffer a long tortuous sentence in what I like to call the depths of hell. Only instead of it being a rhetorical, she’ll literally be suffering,” Raven whispers loud enough for only me to hear.
“Shit woman, you know you can be scary sometimes. And later, I’ll get you to explain this place more in depth with everything else. Let’s focus on little man here for now. What do you want to name our son?” I ask, pulling her closer to me.
“How about Matthew Lawrence Morgan?” she suggests.
Thinking about the name I give her a grin. “I like it.” I murmur leaning down to give her a kiss. “Let’s go let everyone know he’s here then we can come back and spend time with him.
“Sounds good to me.” Nodding in agreement, Raven walks with me out of the nursery and we head for the waiting room. To our family.
“What do you mean you sent her to Trevor’s?” Victoria demands, slamming her fist on the table later that night while we’re all sitting at the clubhouse.
We’d left the hospital so we could go get the house ready for Matthew. Harlow said she’d keep her eye on the baby while we were gone and not let anyone near him.
It was the only way either of us would leave him.
When we’d gone to give everyone an update on our son, I’d told Raven about sending the women to get stuff for Matthew, so he’d be set when he came home. She’d stiffened and turned toward me.
“Let me say this right now. We are not ever staying in that house again. I will not stay in a house that has been tainted by someone so vile she would not only try to ruin us but put that little guy's life in danger,” she’d said firmly and I could see the hurt shining in her gaze.
My Little Bird is still hurting from what happened.
Nodding I’d told her we’d start looking for something first thing in the morning.
“I mean death wasn’t good enough. Sending her to Trevor’s was better. There she will be chained to the center of the cage where she won’t be able to go any further than the toilet three feet away,” Raven snaps.
“Aren’t you worried she won’t make it there?” Momma B asks in concern.
“Oh, she’ll make it there. Alverez gave her a sedative and Trevor was on standby awaiting my call. I didn’t know which way I’d go with my decision and Vicky you know I always have a minimum of three plans in place for what I’ll do,” Raven shrugs.
“I know that. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? I could have helped you,” Vi says looking upset.
“Because I had it handled, and this was something I needed to do alone. Well besides what Blaze knew I was doing.”
What the hell?
I barely knew shit.
Raven’s hiding something, I can sense it in her.
“Could you all give us a minute? I need to talk to my ol’ lady. We’ve both had a long ass day and it’s well past midnight.”
“Blaze’s right. Let’s all catch a couple hours of sleep. We have a run coming up in a week and need to make some plans for it,” Stoney declares.
Grabbing Raven’s hand, I guide the way to our room. As I open the door, I’m thankful the women had put all the baby things in a spare room until we could go through it instead of piling it up in here.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I turn Raven until she’s standing between my legs. I rest my hands on her waist. “Today has been a huge clusterfuck of a day Little Bird,” I murmur.
“Tell me about it,” she says in return.
“I know what you saw earlier when you got home from work hurt you, but I hope you believe me when I say I didn’t touch her. The only one that I ever want to touch is standing here in front of me,” I rasp, glancing up to meet her gaze.
Please let her believe me. I don’t want to lose her.
Not now.
Not ever.
She’s my Little Bird. The one I need to hold on to as she flies.
More than that. She’s marked me.
Heart and soul. I’m completely hers.
18
Raven
The pain in his voice breaks my heart. As much as it hurt to have seen him staring at Dixie, I realize now just how much it has affected him as well.
Blaze didn’t want to have to deal with the horrific woman any more than I did.
“Why was she at our house?” I whisper the question I’d been dying to know the answer to.
Sighing, Blaze lowers his head. “I’d taken her to see Alverez for her doctor’s appointment and he’d said her blood pressure was on the high side. Then on the way back she kept complaining about the clubhouse and being around all the clubwhores. Having to listen to the talking about fuckin’ and all that bullshit. I thought maybe I should’ve listened to the bullshit, but I was thinking of Matthew. I didn’t want to have her stressed and it hurt him.”
Blaze lifts his head back up to meet my gaze. “I figured if we put her in the guest room, we could keep a better eye on her until the baby was born. I went to take a quick shower and when I came out, I found her in our bed, and you know the rest of what happened there.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s burned into my brain. It’s why I don’t want to go back to that house. She tainted everything there is about it with her vindictive conniving motives. I will admit seeing the fact your cock was hard hurt. But the more I thought about it I realized what red blooded man doesn’t get a stiffy seeing a pussy. It’s w
hether or not you act on it.”
“You’re right. It’s a matter of if a guy acts on using his cock or not,” he murmurs, lifting a hand up to touch my cheek.
“I know that. I’m sorry I left the way I did but if I hadn’t, I might have done something we’d have all regretted.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about Little Bird. But next time when I call don’t ignore me.” I nod in agreement. “Now take your clothes off. I need to be deep inside you.”
I eagerly strip out of my clothes needing to feel him inside me just as much. Blaze plucks me off my feet and tosses me on to the bed. I land with a bounce and scoot back. Spreading my legs, I start to play with my clit as Blaze stares down at me.
“Keep rubbing that clit Little Bird. Make yourself come,” he commands as he stares at me while stripping out of his own clothes.
Moaning, I do as he says stroking my clit with one hand and using my other hand to sink two fingers into my pussy. Damn it’s erotic having him watch me masturbate. Right as I feel myself about to come, Blaze removes my hands and replaces them with his mouth devouring me. I come when he nips at my clit. He prolongs my orgasm by thrusting his tongue in my pussy flicking it continuously. When he presses against my rear entrance I come again. No one has ever taken me there and to have him slowly sliding his finger in such a forbidden area, shoots a raging fire through my body I’ve never felt before.
“Liam,” I moan, gripping his hair.
Relentlessly, Blaze continues his onslaught of my body bringing me to climax once more. Finally, having had enough, he lifts up and climbs over my body lining us up perfectly together.
“I love hearing you moan my name Little Bird, but now I want you screaming it,” he growls, slamming his cock all the way to the hilt causing me to do exactly as he says.
“Liam,” I scream, my body already overly sensitive from him lavishing me with his mouth and hands.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Take everything I give you. Know who owns this body. Who marked this body,” He rasps, thrusting vigorously to the hilt each time.
It doesn’t take Blaze long to fuck me into oblivion. By the time he comes he’s growling my name as he stills deep within my body.
Breathless, Blaze leans over me and falls to his side and brings me with him as his arms wrap around my waist.
“That was amazing,” I murmur against his chest as I try to catch my breath.
“You got that right Little Bird.” Blaze kisses the top of my head as he squeezes me. “Ready for round two?”
Lifting my head up I give him a grin. “I’m always ready for round two.”
Just then my phone starts ringing a distinct tone from somewhere on the floor. Groaning I glance up at Blaze. “I better get that.”
Nodding, Blaze releases his hold on my waist so that I can climb off the bed in search of my phone. Finding the damn thing, I pick it up and hit the answer slot on my screen.
“Hello,” I say, putting the phone on speaker for Blaze to be able to hear.
“It’s me,” Trevor states from the other end.
“I figured that dickhead. Did you do what I requested?” I ask.
“Yep. Cargo is secured in the straitjacket and I’m on my way back home. She woke up right after I got her in the van,” Trevor chuckles.
“I bet you just loved that. Let me guess she saw your face and started screaming.” The guy has a sick sense of humor.
Only he’d get his face tattooed to look like a skull. There’s nothing about it but black and gray shading. He even wears contacts to make it look like his eyes are all white.
Meeting Blaze’s gaze, I grin at the eyebrow lift he’s giving me and mouth to him ‘I’ll explain in a minute.” As I turn my return my focus back to the conversation at hand. As fun as I find Trevor’s humor, the situation at hand is important.
“Oh yeah, the bitch took one look at me and screamed bloody murder before she fainted,” Trevor laughs and Blaze grins. “Guess it’s never goin’ to change when it comes to these people facing the reaper, huh?”
“You know it’s not. It’s why you made yourself look like a human skeleton” I say in agreement.
“And I love every damn minute of it. Shit I swear I get more pussy with this than I ever did before.” Trevor states.
“I don’t need to hear about your sex life. Now tell me, are you going to make sure she’s where I want her in the institution?”
“Yep, she’s going to the Field of Mourning,” Trevor states. Mentioning the name of the section in which Dixie is going. It’s named after the Field of Mourning that is mentioned in Greek mythology where the souls of the ruthless love waste away. She deserves to be there, and I intend to make sure she dies and goes to the very same place.
“Good. I’ll let you go. Text me updates weekly,” I say before disconnecting.
“Field of Mourning?”
“Yeah, Trevor runs a mental institution called the Fairy of Healing Institution. Though they do take some patients who really need help the rest is complete bullshit. Its mainly hell on earth. It’s where you send the people who should suffer before their life truly ends. Not everyone should be so lucky as to take a bullet between the eyes. Vicky and I’ve put a quite a few people in there over the years.”
“And who’s Trevor?”
“He’s the director. Also known as the Reaper aka lord of the underworld, Hades. I know it’s weird and as for his face, yes, he’s got a skull tattooed over his features to make him look like a skeleton. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, he had his whole body tattooed to make him look like a skeleton.”
“That’s some freaky shit. But I think the idea is brilliant. Now come here. I want to show my ol’ lady how much I love her before we get some sleep and head back to our boy,” Blaze states, reaching out to snag me around the waist.
“I like the sound of that plan,” I giggle. Cupping the side of his face I press my lips to his.
Our marriage might not be normal, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s unique just like we are. He’s a broody, annoying jerk sometimes but when it comes to me, he holds me tender and carries my wings as I spread them.
Epilogue
Raven
“It’s okay sweetheart, Mommy’s here,” I whisper to the little boy as I pick him up out of his crib. In the month since bringing our son home it’s been an adjustment, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Going about our two a.m. routine, I change Matthew’s diaper while Blaze goes and makes his bottle. We’ve found that Matthew has an internal clock of waking up at two in the morning every night. It takes us about thirty minutes to get him situated and back to sleep. He’ll sleep until six at which point, he stays awake for a little while before going down for a nap.
I never realized how much I’d enjoy having a child until Matthew. He may not be mine by blood but he’s mine regardless and I’ll protect him the same as Blaze will. We had our names put on his birth certificate. There’s no reason he needs to know the truth about the woman who carried him. Nor about who his real father is. We may at a later time tell him when he’s an adult but only if the subject is broached.
Today my parents are coming up to finally meet Matthew. Several of the other members of the Inferno’s Clutch are coming up with them along with Chains and his ol’ lady. I’d been surprised when I heard about him claiming someone but shit if I’m not happy for them both. They both deserve happiness in their lives.
“Little Bird, is he ready for his bottle?” Blaze asks as he comes into the bedroom.
It took us all but a day to find our new home which ironically is right next door to Stoney’s place. Rachel and I have gotten to know each other since moving in. We have coffee every morning for the most part.
She’s talked to me about the insecurities she’s constantly feeling, and I honestly can’t blame her.
If I were in her shoes, I’d probably feel the same way. To have to share your husband with another woman who had his child and kept it from him an
d on top of that the woman resembles you has to be a hard pill to swallow. I know not everyone can handle the fact their spouse has a child with someone else, but I know when she and Boss finally can meet, they’ll come to terms with being co-parents.
“Yeah he’s ready,” I say, handing Matthew over to Blaze. We’ve found the little boy prefers when I change his diaper and Blaze feeds him. Little stinker has it made that’s for sure.
“Go on back to bed baby, I’ll be there once I get our little man back to sleep. Be ready when I get in there,” he demands. The way his voice grows raspy I grow wet with need. I can’t wait. We may have a son now but that doesn’t stop our sexy life. Especially now when it doesn’t take much for me to be hot and ready for him my man.
Grinning, I turn to leave the room swinging my hips a little more than usual to allow him a view of me in nothing but my tank top and panties.
As I make it to the room, I can hear Blaze talking to Matthew through the baby monitor. He’s such a great dad and I can’t wait to see what he’ll be like when we have another one.
Walking around the bed, I bend over and reach under the bed for the box that I got him.
Sitting it on the bed, I climb in and wait for him.
After another fifteen minutes, Blaze walks into the room and closes our door.
“Matt is out like a light,” he grins as he makes his way to the bed.
“Yeah, so umm, I have a gift for you,” I smile, holding the box up.
Frowning, Blaze takes the box. “Did I forget something?”
“No, I just wanted to get something special for you,” I say nodding to the box in his hand. “Open it.”
