GHOST: An MC Romance: DEVIL'S CREED MC (Devils Creed MC Book 2)

Chapter 9

Ghost

Quietly I made my way up the stairs with Payton cradled against my chest, my heart still hammering like a goddamn piston.

When we pulled up in front of the loft and I saw the destruction to Sophia’s shop, my knees almost buckled. Moving on instinct, I jumped off my bike and took the steps three at a time to get to my girls, only to find the loft empty when I rushed inside. In that moment, fear like I’d never experienced completely consumed me and my thoughts raced down a dark path, but my brother calling out my name pulled me back.

I’d expected the worst, and what I’d walked in on wasn’t much better.

The shop had been trashed and my woman was sitting on the floor, her face already turning marbled from someone’s fist.

“You’re both safe,” I whispered to my sleeping daughter. Her little fingers twitched in her sleep, grip loosening on the stuffed rabbit she had clutched to her chest. Carefully, I eased her into the crib and gave her a kiss on her head.Thank fuck she was too small to ever remember what happened.

“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked, my eyes on Rae as I came back down the steps.

“Sore.”

That I believed.

When Doc instructed Rae to lay on her belly on the kitchen table while he stitched her up, I got a first-hand view of her black and blue body. He tried to be careful, but there was no getting around the pain. Every flinch tattooed her injuries in my memory, and I would get retribution. An eye for a fucking eye.

“Let’s get you up to bed, yeah?” Rae nodded.

As gently as possible, I scooped her into my arms, wincing when she whimpered from being jostled.

“Sorry.” I was barely keeping a handle on my rage, but it wasn’t the time. Rae needed me to keep my shit together and look after her.

“It’s okay,” she whispered.

It wasn’t. Nothing about her getting hurt because of me or the club would ever be okay, and the more I thought about it the angrier I became.

“Don’t do that shit again,” I growled, topping the steps.

“The hell, Ghost. We didn’t provoke them. We didn’t go looking for trouble—I didn’t go looking for trouble.”

“Fuck.” I sighed. I was taking my frustrations out on the wrong person. “I know you didn’t.” I wasn’t used to feeling helpless.

I nudged the bedroom door closed, hit the lights, then carefully set Rae on her feet. Her eyes were on me as I tossed the covers back then moved aside for her to climb in.

“Climb in,” I demanded softly.

She approached slowly; her eyes trained on mine as her fingers went to the button on her jeans. Pop. Pop. Pop. In a practiced move, she shoved both denim and lace to the floor and delicately stepped out of them. My dick perked up, wondering what the hell she was playing at.

“Ba—” She placed a finger to my lips and my mouth snapped shut. Satisfied I wouldn’t speak, she shucked off her top. My eyes dropped to her breasts and then lower to the heaven between her legs. Goddamn, even black and blue she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

My arm went around her waist when she stepped closer and placed her soft hands on the sides of my neck. “I need you.”

“You have me, Rae. Fuck me, you have me.” I dropped my head and softly took her mouth, my tongue sweeping inside when she opened to let me in. Rae’s hands went to my tee and shoved the fabric up my chest. I leaned back, hunched my shoulders, and pulled it off. With expert hands, she made quick work of stripping away the remainder of my clothes.

I wrapped my hand around my length and stroked. “Are you sure?” I was amped up and ready to go.

Rea bit down on her plump bottom lip and nodded as she sat on the edge of the bed. My eyes ate her up as she slowly scooted to the middle, laid back, and dropped her legs open in invitation.

God, she was sexy.I wasn’t sure how I’d convinced her to take a shot on a bastard like me, but fuck if I’d ever give her reason to change her mind.

I stroked my dick again, then climbed between her thighs, resting my elbows beside her face. She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine.

“Ghost,” she whimpered, the plea spurring me on. I loved it when she begged.

“You’re mine.” I grunted against her lips, taking my time as I savored her.

Lifting onto a forearm, I trailed my fingers down her shoulder, down her side, across her silky thigh, and lifted her leg, leaving gooseflesh in my wake.

“Please.” There it was, another whimper.

“Patience,” I growled, planting soft kisses on her lips as I angled myself at her entrance and sank inside her channel.

She gasped as her back bowed.

“Yes. Oh God, yes,” she chanted as I fucked her slow. I’d never made love to a woman before, but seeing her pale and wounded was killing me. She needed to be loved, but the way she felt—tight, wet, perfect—was threatening to snap my control.

“Harder,” she begged, desperation lacing her voice. Her hips met mine, urging me deeper.

“I don”t wanna hurt you,” I rasped, fighting the urge to fuck her how we both wanted.

“I don’t care,” she countered, eyes narrowing as a flash of that temper I was coming to love lit up her eyes. “Fuck me!”

I searched her face and just like that my self-control snapped. Gone, obliterated.

I moved one hand into her hair and fisted the strands tightly, while my other clamped onto the back of her thigh and lifted her leg higher. With brutal thrusts, I pushed into her harder.

Her hands went into my sweaty hair and tugged as she met me thrust for thrust.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, when her pussy began to flutter, pulling me in deeper.

“I’m gonna… Ah,” she cried out as her pussy painfully clenched around me. I gritted my teeth, fucking her through her climax.

“You feel so good,” I groaned, dropping my head on my shoulders and grunting as I filled her with my cum.

We laid there, panting for long minutes. Just us. No club, no danger, no vendetta—just us.

I pressed my forehead to hers, heart hammering like it was trying to break free.

“You can”t ever do that shit again. Promise me, Rae,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Ghost—I…”

I lifted my head so I could look into her eyes. I needed her to understand. “There ain”t a fucking thing in this fucked-up world that matters more than you and P.” My thumb brushed her cheek. I wasn’t good at sharing my feelings, but she had to fucking know. “I’m scared shitless of losing you. You and that little girl upstairs, you’re my everything.”

Her eyes softened. “Okay. I promise.”

“You don’t have to say it back, babe, but I need you to know. I love you.” It was too soon, but I didn’t care, it was the truth.

“I love you too,” she replied immediately.

Finally, I felt like I could breathe. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted her to be on the same page. I’d only had her a few days, but I already knew there was no living without her, and if something happened to her...

I blew out a breath. I couldn’t think about shit like that, or I’d make myself crazier than I already was.

“Come here, ba— Oh fuck,” I cursed, watching my cum drip from inside her when I pulled out.

Her eyes dropped to where I was looking, her nose scrunched, and she giggled.

Fucking. Giggled.

“Babe. Not seeing anything funny here. I might have just knocked you up.”

“No, you didn’t.” She giggled again. “I have an implant.” She pointed to the underside of her bicep.

“Thank fuck,” I groaned, falling onto my back. I’d been a dad for all of five minutes and was still figuring parenthood out. It seemed a bit premature to be adding to the brood. However, I turned my head to look at her beautiful face and vowed, “One day, I’m going to knock you up. I’m just glad it’s not today.”

She snorted as she snuggled into my side. “You’re so romantic.”

* * *

Hours later, my eyes shot open and I surged up onto my ass in bed. I listened carefully and heard the sound of shattering glass.

What the fuck?

Without making a sound, I reached over and brushed Rae’s shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open, cloudy with confusion.

“Shh.” I placed my finger to my lips. Her eyes widened.

Hearing the floorboards creak at the bottom of the steps, spurred me into action.

“Payton,” Rae mouthed.

For a split second, my muscles tensed and then I moved. I had to get to my daughter. Rae and I both rolled out of bed, and I watched her pull on my shirt and grab her gun as I grabbed mine. I crept toward the door, and she fitted herself against my back. It whined on its hinges when I cracked it open.

Fuck.

Yanking it the rest of the way, I darted out into the hall and abruptly fell to the ground when blunt force met the side of my skull. I heard Rae scream as I blinked slowly, the pain throbbing in sync with my heartbeat. My vision blurred before I fell into complete darkness.

* * *

When consciousness crept back, my head was pounding like it’d been split in two and I fought to open my eyes. Slowly the haze lifted, and I realized my wrists were bound to the arms of a chair. I struggled weakly, but I couldn’t move.

“Fuck,” I growled, looking around, searching for Rae.

“Look who”s finally awake.” My focus sharpened and I saw him. It was the man who’d visited me in prison, once again dressed to the nines in a three-piece suit. The smug bastard smirked as Marshall and Davidson crowded around me.

“Fuck you,” I spat out before glaring up at the man I planned on killing first. “Nice to see you, Marshall.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, you fucking prick.” He laughed humorlessly. My gaze cut to Rae when I heard her whimper. Her hands were tied, her eyes wild with fear. The suit had a gun pressed to her temple.

“Touch her, and I swear—” The threat died as a fist crashed into my gut.

“You’re in no place to be making threats,” the suit mocked.

Who was this fucking guy and how the hell had he managed to sneak onto club property not once, but twice?

”Ghost!” Rae”s voice was strong, and I feared she was about to put up a fight. Her eyes locked onto mine and I knew I was right.

“Rae, don’t—” I warned, earning a fist to the face. Stars exploded across my vision. “Fuck,” I groaned. I had to stay conscious, had to.

“I’m getting tired of sending warnings to your little fucking club. I want that fucking warehouse,” he growled.

Before it was over, I was going to kill him. I didn’t care that my brother wanted his head, I wanted my pound of flesh.

“Fuck you,” I snarled. “Your beef is with the fucking Italians or the Russians. Whoever the fuck it was that promised you a warehouse that wasn’t theirs to give.”

“Wrong answer.” Davidson pulled back, ready to strike again.

“Stop! Please!” Rae cried.

“Shut up, bitch!” I struggled against the bindings when the man in the suit struck out, catching my woman across the face.

“Leave her the fuck alone! Rae, hang on, baby.” Marshall pulled back his arm and let fly, his fist again connecting with my face.

“Ghost!” Rae screamed, the sound haunting as a black halo worked to fill my vision. My head fell forward, and I caught the glow of Rae’s phone in the pocket of her robe. Please, fuck, let that be our lifeline.

“Nothing to say, Ghosty boy?” He smirked. ”I could bury you all and no one would blink.”

“Over my dead body.”

“Exactly. That”s the spirit.” He laughed. “That”s exactly what”s going to happen here, Bishop St. James. The notorious Ghost of The Devils Creed.” He laughed again. “You”re a fucking joke.”

“Don’t worry about your woman, boy. Marshall’s gonna take real good care of her.” My fists clenched as he pressed cold metal to my forehead. “Let”s end this now.”

Just as his finger tightened on the trigger, I saw her. She moved to stand and rushed towards him just as Marshall and the other fat fuck noticed her moving.

“Rae, don’t—” I shouted, but it was too late. She was on him when he spun and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The shot rang out, echoing against the walls. Time slowed as Payton screamed out from upstairs and Rae stumble back, crimson spreading across her chest before she crumbled to the ground with a thud.

“No! Rae! Get up, baby!” I struggled against the restraints, the wood groaning under my weight as I fought to get free.

No, no, no, no.This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Look what you made me do.” He chuckled, cold and cruel.

“Fuck you!” I roared, straining against the ropes, spit flying from my mouth. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

His boot came up and slammed into my head. Pain exploded and stars danced before my eyes, then the world went black.