“How so, little bird. Let me in here.” I tap her temple. “Let me inside, baby. I wanna know what that beautiful mind is thinking.” Lowering my lips, I softly kiss her temple as my body presses slightly down into her as the tips of her fingers dig into the harsh fabric of my leather cut.
“I won’t be second to a dead girl.I’ve been at the mercy of someone who was supposed to love me before and I will not go through that again.”
Her hands move from my spine up to the back of my neck.
“How-How do you do that?” I ask her confused with how she’s so in tune with all that’s floating between us.
“Your eyes, 81. They don’t lie. Your lips neither. And that heart of yours… it felt different when you kissed me. Like it was guilty, like it was cheating but, on a memory, not a human.”
Just as I am about to speak, a prospect walks over toward us. Jades eyes fly to the sudden sound. The movement startling her and she jumps under my cut. Fuck me, it feels good.
I curse inwardly. I have to leave her. I never want to leave her. What a fucking rank time to be interrupted as she’s about to tell me about herself.
The prospect chuckles to himself as he sees me laying on Jade. Her cheeks blush to a stunning, soft crimson red, her fingernails dig into the base of my neck. She’s panicking. I feel it in the way she moves, the way she clings to me. Her brain is hijacking itself and I need to pull her back to us, to this moment; not her past or what has happened to her here. The one place she should always feel safe is in my fucking home.
I lower my forehead to hers. “Hey, little bird. Stay. Stay here with me. Look at me,” I whisper down onto her lips, my eyes scanning hers as she looks from me to the dickbag. “Jade, look at me.” My voice deep her eyes flutter back to mine and a small smile kisses her beautiful lips.
“What the fuck do you want?” I bite out to him not wanting him anywhere near Jade, me or this. This is something I don’t want the club to fuck up.
“Wow, wow, wow. Looks like someone has tamed the beast.” He kicks my ankle as I roll off Jade. “This is a little romantic isn’t it, 81, for a monster like you?” Shooting him a do not fucking dare glare, I gently pull her up into me. My hand wraps around her waist, anchoring her by my side where she fucking belongs.
“I know too well what he is, thank you.” Jades voice cuts through the air thick with annoyance.
“Whoa, little lady.” The prospect holds up his hands in the air looking at me with a massive grin on his face. That is my women right there, all sass and no fucks given attitude.
I stare at her like really look at her and just how insanely beautiful this woman is. A creature made for the gods, not a biker. This cock, he watches her with eyes that don’t belong on her skin. She drags the tips of her fingers through her long hair that falls like brilliant waves around her body. I pull my eyes from her to the prospect standing in front of me his eyes burning with desire for a woman that is mine and mine alone. The sooner these bastards realize that the better. “Again, you want what?” I snap out to the dickbag standing before me “Just here with a message. Bray’s called church and you demon killer and lady slayer are required.” He shoots out to me his eyes meeting my glare.
“And?” I stare right down into his soul I wanna rip his insides out, brother or not.
“And nothing, 81. Just passing on a message seen I get all the fucking important jobs.” He laughs out winking at Jade. “See ya round, little lady.” With that he walks off. My temper has had it. My jaw clenches and knuckles pop. Jade feels it and she tries to pull me back, but it’s too late. I’m already striding toward him.
“Oi!” I yell out as he stills in his steps turning slightly towards me.
“What?” What. What. What he says! Like really! I am so close to the top of the food chain and you’re like way the fuck down in the dirt. You don’t get to say what me.
“Bro, you got some fucking nerve, aye?” I spit in his general shitty direction. “81.” I hear her sweet voice behind me. “Don’t.” Again like an angel song on a holy day.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I say as I lunge at this cock and smack him square in his face, over and over. Blood spilling warm over my knuckles, his body goes limp under my aggression. The thump of fists on skin bones buckling and cracking the sound feeding my brain as I lose myself to the violence.
Shaking hands fall to my shoulders. “Time though, doesn’t that make a difference in the way we grow? If we continue to stay stuck in the pain and use that to hurt others, we aren’t growing,” she says as I look down at the boy whose blood is smeared over my fist and splattered on my face and cut.
“I’ll see you when I see you, 81,” she speaks with a newfound pain in her voice.
“I can’t fix what isn’t willing to let go,” She murmurs. She leans down and kisses my cheek so lightly that if I wasn't right there, I'd swear it was a dream. She rose and walks away. Out of all the pain and loss I have endured, that right there was the most excruciating of them all.
“Fuck!”I scream out. She flinches and then she's gone. Dropping this dick, I scrub my hands over my face before pulling a smoke from the inside of my jacket pocket and walking toward the club house.
“Nice fucking chat,” the bleeding prospect spits at me as he walks back into the club house. I’m walking from church, rubbing my bloodied and bruised knuckle.
“Any fucking time,” I reply.
“Uncalled for, brother. I was just passing on a message.” Stepping into his face once more I slam him up against the wall, my forearm pressed against his throat cutting of the air to his non-existent brain.
“Yeah, cock, that’s right. Then just pass on the message, don’t eye fuck my woman,” I bite out so close to him I can taste the fear on his breath. “Remember that the next time you so much as breathe in her direction or mine again.”Pressing harder, his eyes go wide. I release my arm and he falls to his knees at my feet.
“That’s where wankstains like you belong… at the feet of gods,” I hear Ghost say over my shoulder. I turn to smile at my brother just as Timberly’s closed fist meets my face.
“That, you ass, is for scaring her away. You’re a dumb-ass macho whack job. Like what the fuck is it with you men and this cave man type shit,” she screams at me as I rub my now throbbing jaw.
