Because You're Mine

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Spider

His woman was sitting on the top step leading into the clubhouse, waiting.

She looked tense, but a smile bloomed over her face as they pulled in and she slowly stood.

Looking around the compound he instantly saw the brothers up on the roofs, armed with rifles, while others were patrolling the walls. Everyone visibly armed and ready.

“Something happened while we were gone.” He said they pulled up to the front of the clubhouse.

There wasn’t time to say more as his old lady came running towards them.

“Look, Rush, look, it’s Mama.” He pronounced it the way he had heard Vee did when she spoke about her mother.

“Va-Va?” His boy made it sound like a question.

“No, boy, it’s your Mama.” He said as his old lady reached the vehicle and made straight for where he had Rush strapped into the back seat.

“Mama!” His boy called out and clapped his hands.

“Yes, it’s your Mama.” Spider said softly.

His old lady ripped the back door open and dove in gently wrapping her hands around Rush’s poor bruised face.

“My baby boy.” She whispered and kissed his cheeks. “I hope your Daddy gave those assholes a beatin’ for touchin’ our boy.”

Rush gave her a sweet smile then he scowled. “Mama, Wush bum gots eina (hurt, sore, owie).”

Vee’s head jerked, her eyes coming to his. They were huge in her white face.

Reaching between the front seats into the back he clasped a hand over hers.

“Calm, baby, he has a bad nappy rash. The fuckers were too lazy to take him to a toilet so they put in him in pull ups and didn’t change him regularly. Glass checked him over, he’s fine. I promise.” He reassured her.

“Thank God.” She whispered and kissed their boy’s forehead.

His door opening had him turning in his seat, Ice stood in the open door, a hand stretched out to help him. Taking it he levered himself out of the cage with a pained groan.

A groan his old lady didn’t miss.

She had Rush out of his seat and in her arms within seconds and came around the vehicle as he straightened. Her eyes scanned him and widened at the blood stains on his jeans, they narrowed when she saw he was wearing a different tee.

“I’m not goin’ to ask because I know you’re hurt and need to get inside, but later you’re goin’ to explain.” She said as he stepped closer.

He reached out, grabbed her by the hip and drew her and his boy into his arms.

“We’re safe and we’re home, love.” He whispered against her hair.

With their boy between them they hugged, hard. It hurt but he endured it, for them.

“Let’s get you inside.” His dad touched his back gently.

Nodding, he turned keeping an arm around his old lady as they slowly made their way up the steps and into the clubhouse. He limped painfully but at least he got inside under his own steam.

Loud howls rang out as they walked inside and they were surrounded within an instant.

Rush clung to Vee, his eyes wide and scared, until he saw Wrath.

“Waf!” Rush pointed at him. “Waf, dey tooked Wush doggy. Doggy gone.” He complained.

Wrath smiled, stepped close and rubbed a hand over his head.

“Don’t you worry big guy, we’ll get you another one.” He soothed.

Rush lay his head on his mama’s shoulder and gave a little nod. Back to being shy and overwhelmed by all the attention.

“My boy’s been through a lot.” Spider raised his voice slightly. “I’m taking him home to settle down. Thank you for everything you’ve done to help us find him and bring him home.”

He tightened his arm around his old lady’s shoulders and led them out of the clubhouse to the path that would take them home.

They weren’t alone, Bulldog, Ice, Dizzy and several of the brothers walked with them.

It was slow going as his leg started to ache more and more. He had to take the meds Glass had given him, sit his ass down and raise his leg. Not to mention the ache in his side and in his chest.

In actual fact, if he was honest, he ached all over.

He remotely disarmed the alarm with his phone and Vee unlocked the door. He went straight to the lounge, he had to sit down before he fell down. Bulldog was suddenly beside him and held his upper arm as he slowly lowered himself down onto the couch. A groan slipped out as he relaxed against the cushions.

His old lady set Rush down on the carpet with a basket of toys, their boy hesitated for a few seconds then dove in. Trauma forgotten, for now.

“Let’s get you comfortable.” Vee said.

“Pick his legs up and put them on the couch while I put some cushions behind his back.” She ordered.

His brother was the first to respond and helped him to swing his legs up onto the couch. His old lady was there with cushions for his back and a throw for his legs.

He was finally able to relax, really relax.

His boy was home.

He was home.

They were battered but they survived.

Dragging the coffee table close to the couch his woman sat down and he knew the questions were about to start.

“Did you get her?”

He nodded slowly.

“We did, but couldn’t interrogate her because she was taken into custody by the ICI team. I think they’ll have her out of the country soon.”

His old lady was instantly furious.

“You should have brought her in so I could slap the snot out of her. That horror show of a bitch put her hands on my son and my man and her reward for bein’ a murderous bitch is getting’ a plane ride out of the country. That’s unacceptable.”

Spider bit his bottom lip to stop the laughter that wanted to burst from him.

“Baby, it’s over and done with. Why would you want her here when we don’t have to see her ever again?”

“She touched what belongs to me and I should have been given a chance to teach her a lesson she won’t ever forget.” She hissed angrily. “I grew up around a club, I know exactly how problems are taken care of. I was ready to take care of her.”

There were sniggers from the men which they quickly swallowed when she turned those angry eyes on them.

“Baby, you don’t have to take care of her or anyone else. I’ll be doing it for you because you’re mine. My woman, my old lady and the mother of my son” He said as he took her hand in his. “It is my job to protect my family, my honour to do so.”

She dropped her forehead onto his shoulder and whispered on a sigh. “I love you and I love Rush, if either of you hadn’t come home…”

Reaching up he clasped a hand behind her head then kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, Vee.” He whispered as he held on to her.

This morning he had looked into the eyes of evil and only luck saved him from dying on that beach. It was something he was never going to tell her.

A little hand patted his belly as he held his old lady, looking down he saw his boy standing next to her, looking worried.

“Mama, Daddy’s gots einas, he’s sleepy, we’s hungy. Wush wants ta eat.” His boy leant against Vee side.

His old lady immediately went into action, holding Rush on her hip she chatted to him as she prepared a late brunch. He watched them, thankful and relieved they were both safe.

In his home.

Where they belonged.

After eating with his family (Bulldog, Ice and Dizzy joined them) he took his tablets. Ice helped him upstairs and on to the bed, he crashed. When he woke up it was dark and the lamp next to the bed had been turned on. The baby monitor was on the opposite bedside table and the sound of breathing was coming from it. It meant his boy was in bed and sleeping. He carefully rolled onto his back and stretched. His aches were much more manageable than they had been earlier. The meds were obviously working.

Sliding off the bed he walked around, took the monitor then slowly made his way downstairs, looking for his woman.

He found her outside on the patio, a baby monitor on the table along with a glass of wine.

“Baby, why didn’t you wake me?” He asked as he bent and kissed her softly.

“I spoke to Glass when she stopped by to check on the two of you. She said sleep was the best for both of you, so I let you sleep. Are you hungry? I’ve got a tray of pasta bake in the oven.”

She stroked a hand over the side of his face and smiled up at him.

“I’m starving.” He said with a wink.

“None of that, you’re hurt and we won’t be goin’ there until you’re healed. For now let’s have somethin’ to eat and then it’s back to bed for you.”

“As long as you’re in bed with me.” He said.

They went inside and his old lady served him dinner. They ate, he locked their home down and then they went upstairs.

He went into Rush’s room and stood looking down at his sleeping boy. The bruise on the side of his face was fading but he was never going to forget it. He would always remember what Strange had done to his son and remember that his poor life choices had been the cause of it. Pulling the blanket up over his boy’s shoulder he kissed his temple and left the room.

His old lady was sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for him.

“He’s goin’ to be fine, honey. We’ll keep an eye on him and get him therapy should it become clear he needs it. I’ve made an appointment with the paediatrician Noe uses for Laney’s check-ups. She assured me she’s one of the best children’s doctors in the city. For the most part he just needs to know that we’re here for him and that he’s safe and loved.”

He sat down next to her and laid his head on her shoulder.

“Have I told you that I love you today?” He asked softly.

“Yes, and I love you too.” She stroked a hand over his hair. “Your hair feels like grass. Let’s get you in a shower and wash today away. Glass left bandages so I can replace the ones that get wet in the shower. She wasn’t happy about the wounds getting’ wet but she eventually gave in when I promised to dry them thoroughly before applyin’ fresh bandages.”

Raising his head he pressed a kiss to her cheek then stood and walked to the bathroom.

He didn’t have to lift a hand to get out of his clothes. His old lady took care of it.

Once she was satisfied that the water was at the correct temperature she moved him into the enclosure, stripped and joined him.

Standing under the warm water he sighed as his muscles slowly lost the tension that had gripped it and the thumping pain receded a little. Vee took a cloth, put a dollop of shower gel on it and gently started washing his arms, moving on to his shoulders, neck and chest. Skirting around the bandage covering his chest wound she washed his belly, again taking care not to touch the wound on his side.

Rinsing the cloth she reapplied the shower gel, gently turned him and proceeded to wash his back. Carefully washing between his ass cheeks and in the process making him shiver at the sensation. He watched as she rinsed the cloth, got more gel then gently washed his dick and balls.

The pain from his wounds were giving him hell but his stupid dick didn’t get the memo. The fucker was hard, and honestly, with her naked in the shower and touching him it was inevitable. It got worse when she dropped to her knees to wash his legs and feet. He didn’t know which sensation was worse, the pain or the ache in his unsatisfied dick. He groaned, reached for his dick, pressing it against his abdomen. At least it wasn’t poking her in the eye if he held on to it.

“Sit on the bench, baby, let me wash your hair.” His woman held his hips and urged him towards it. He sat, his hand still around his dick, but now for some reason his fucking hand was stroking it.

He was in heaven and hell at the same time. Pleasure and pain.

She stood in front of him and he opened his legs, giving her space to get close. He watched her tits move as she washed and conditioned his hair, taking her time to wash the sand from his hair. When she was done she rinsed his body again then turned off the water.

Stepping out of the shower she brought back a towel that she wrapped around his wet hair, doing that twist thing women did so easily but he had never managed.

Gently, oh so gently, she urged him to stand and step out onto the mat and proceeded to dry him, taking special care to not press on his wounds.

“I’m going to take the wet dressings off and dry the area, it’s going to hurt but it has to be done.” She explained quietly.

All he could do was nod. The pain was taking over from the ache in his dick and it was softening. Thank fuck.

She used a separate small towel for each wound. Taking the dressings off, then patting the area dry, carefully, so fucking carefully. No matter how careful she was it still hurt but he didn’t show it. He gritted his teeth and took the pain.

Finally she was done and led him back into their room.

“Lie down, honey, you’re about to fall over.” She urged and he did as asked.

It didn’t take her long to put new bandages on the wounds. It might have been his imagination, but he felt marginally better once it was done.

“You can’t go to bed with wet hair, I’m going to dry it for you and then you’re takin’ your pain meds, you need to sleep.”

She dried his hair, helped him into a pair of sleep pants, gave him his meds then settled him in bed. The best was when she slid in next to him, her warm body close to his side. Thankfully he could have her close because his wounds were on the opposite side.

She snuggled into him and gently stroked the side of his chest.

“I love you, honey.” His Vee whispered as she raised herself up on an elbow, leaned across and kissed him softly. Her lips a soft press against his.

“Love you too. Couldn’t do this without you by my side, my love.” He said tenderly.

He felt her against his side as she lay back down and gently placed a hand on his belly.

He was home, battered but alive.

His son was home, battered as well but alive.

It was more than he expected when he left this morning.

When he drove away he was prepared to die for his son.

Now instead of dying he was going to live for both of them, his boy and his woman.

His little family was safe under his roof and behind the compound walls.

Closing his eyes he drifted away, the pain and the terrible day they had just gone through fading as sleep took him.

There were no dreams.

Only peaceful sleep, with the sound of his son’s breaths on the monitor and his woman warm by his side.