Chapter 7
7
Anchor – One Week Later
I nod thanks to the new prospect, Gio, as he places a beer before me while the brothers all laugh and joke behind me, completely oblivious to my pain and torment.
But I guess that’s what happens when no one knows about my life outside the fucking club.
I’m sitting at the bar in the club, my back to everyone, waiting for church, but my mind is fully on my family at our old home.
Heaven should have finished her period by now, and while she was at work yesterday, I tampered with her birth control again, knowing full well she’d think I wouldn’t do it again after confronting me.
I need to be inside her again after two months of nothing, and I need to get her pregnant.
I need her back with me.
I know I fucked up, but Mom is right, it was ten years ago, and it’s time she gives me another chance. I know Heaven’s just being stubborn and trying to stand by the decision she made on the whim, hurt and heartbroken from my fuck up, and don’t get me wrong, she had every right, but now, I can’t live without her any longer.
“Hey, baby…” a voice whispers to my right just as I take a sip of my beer, and I roll my eyes.
The fucking woman doesn’t seem to know when to give up, and yeah, I get it, I’m the same with Heaven, but the fucking difference is Heaven is my wife, and I love her more than anything in this world. Ginger just wants my cut, she always has because, let’s face it, there was no secret about my childhood, who my dad is, and that I was going to join the club.
“Fuck off, Ginger,” I snap and take another sip of my beer, but she doesn’t listen; instead, she glides her hand on my flaccid dick, and anger takes over.
I grab her hand, grip it, and twist it hard.
Ginger stumbles and gasps, “Anchor,” as she grabs my arm to try and remove my grip, but I ignore her and twist harder until I hear a crack, and she screams, getting everyone’s attention.
“Anchor,” she sobs, but again, I ignore her as I stand, then push hard, causing her to fall over on her stripper heels, her ass landing with a thump on the wooden floor, flashing her cunt to everyone.
Seriously, there are kids here, and she’s wearing a short fucking dress without underwear?
She grips her arm to her chest, and I point at her and sneer in front of everyone, “When a fucking brother tells you to fuck off, then you fuck off. You do not fucking grope a brother because we both know, outside of these walls, if a man did that to a woman, it’d be sexual assault!”
I curl my lip at her, the tears coating her cheeks as fake as her fucking tits, her arm already bruising, and I growl, “Next time, you won’t get a broken wrist; I’ll fucking slit your throat!”
Shaking my head at the bitch, I step over her and walk to the room where we hold church, refusing to look at the brothers.
If they want to side with her, then they fucking can because I’m at the end of my tether. It has been ten years of fighting for my girl and her not wanting to give me a chance, and I’m ready to blow.
We should have been living in the wooden lodge I had built on club land, a home she wanted which should be filled with children….
I take my seat at the table, my eyes going to the tree with a sword through it carved in the middle as I try to calm my fucking anger.
“Brother?” Steal questions as he sits beside me, and I shake my head.
“I think I need to go on the next club run this weekend,” I admit, “but I’ll need you or Acid or Piston to stay at the house to watch Micha while Heaven works.”
He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks, “I’ll consider it,” and I look at him sharply. He gives me a sad smile. “Right now might not be the best time to travel to Texas, brother. Heaven went on another date today, leaving Micha with the grandmother from hell.” I sit up straight, anger coursing through me, and Steal holds his hand up and admits, “Micha called me quickly on his mom’s phone before she left. I’ve sent Western to the restaurant where she’s meeting some grocery store clerk. I’ve ordered him to remove his cut and spill hot food all over her date.”
I swallow hard and nod in thanks before slouching back down in my seat, my eyes returning to the engraved tree.
“You leave for a few days, and we both know you’ll regret it, especially when she keeps trying to organize dates to move on from you,” he says lowly as brothers start to file into church, chatting.
“What more can I do? She completely ignored me after she returned from the bathroom,” I admit as Acid sits beside me, giving me a sad smile as he hears my words.
Steal shrugs. “Not continuing to mess with her birth control would be a start.” Acid looks at me wide-eyed, and I shrug, not sorry one bit, and Steal continues, “But to be fair, I did see her mom come out of the bathroom first. Maybe she said something. We both know she’s not your biggest fan, hasn’t been since high school, and we both know she had a revolving door of men.”
Ain’t that the fucking truth; the woman wanted a man to look after her for the rest of her life, not wanting to work or earn for herself, her child. Fuck, the clubwhores are more respectful than her, minus Ginger, that is….
“We need a plan,” I state firmly. “I want my woman back. I want the club to know of her existence, of Micha’s existence. I want them both on club land where they’re safe. We need a fucking plan.”
“Couple therapy,” Acid replies to me, and I look at him. He smiles. “Perrie and I do it once a month. It has helped me stay open with her, especially after I tried to knock her back several times because of my childhood.”
And by childhood, he means his father pimping him out, holding him down, and allowing women to do whatever they wanted from when he was eleven until he fought back at fifteen.
“I know talking to someone you don’t know sounds hard, but trust me, it saved me and gave me my girl. Suggest it to Heaven, but do it carefully, which means don’t bring it up that it’s been ten years or that she should be ‘over’ it by now like your mom suggests every single day because, in her mind, it’s always there. She closes her eyes, she still sees you screwing Ginger from behind, she still hears your words.”
I swallow hard and nod before I look at the carving again.
I know Acid is right.
“Okay, church is in session,” Steal announces, giving me a reprieve as he bangs his gavel and the brothers get comfortable.
“First things first, the finances. Where have we been since last month?” Steal asks and looks at Cannon, our Sergeant-at-Arms, who manages the Huntsmen Bar.
“Katie has, yet again, decided to drink more on the job than she serves, and caused three fights last night alone.” I wince as some brothers groan. “She went after taken guys, two she wouldn’t take no for an answer, and their girls got involved…. I fired her, on the fifth warning, last night because I am done with her shit; she’s hit her quota. As for financial shit, money had been going missing this week. Piston and I reviewed the footage, and Herman was doctoring the books. He’s also fired. Otherwise, revenue is up by five percent.”
I lock eyes with our enforcer, Pitbull, and he gives me a nod, and I nod back. He’ll pay Herman a little visit and collect everything that the fucker stole.
Steal goes to Acid next with the Huntsman Grub, who confirms, “Business is good and steady; revenue is the same as last month.” Steal looks toward me, and I state, “Huntsman Arts is picking up; revenue is up by nine percent.”
Steal grins, looks around the table, and announces, “Huntsmen Angels is also up by four percent this month, especially now that Cass isn’t trying to get my dancers to ask the feds for a private room to punish me.”
We all laugh. When the fucker decided he wanted his girl back after realizing she was still in New York and had found out they had a child together, the idiot decided to kidnap her, and Cass, being the non-pushover ER doctor that she is, got payback, including causing shit at the strip club and messing with his belongings.
I mean, if the fucker hadn’t tried to save her to begin with by putting a gun to her head after she killed Brute, who attempted to assault, and hadn’t taken her for granted, then he wouldn’t have lost her for four years.
Some of us brothers, when we fuck up with our loves, we fuck up.
“Okay, now the next run to Texas. The Rebels can’t meet up; there's something about trouble with another start-up MC in their territory and a traitor in their club, so we’re meeting up with the Devil’s MC. Snake mentioned that he and Tats will be in attendance, so let’s go over the plan and decide which brothers will be in the van with the goods and which will be riding look out….”
Steal side-eyes me, and I sigh but subtly shake my head at him. Acid pats my back as Steal smirks and then confirms, “I will be the one going. Anchor will stay here and take charge. So, who else….”
An hour later, after confirming Pitbull, Art, Canine, and Steal will surround the van, and our two prospects, Western and Harry, will be driving it, Steal bangs the gavel to end the church, and we all stand to leave.
With Killian and Cam now patched in, we’ve taken on five new prospects. However, they have yet to prove themselves to the club, meaning they’ll be stuck on bar duty at the clubhouse, cleaning duty, and gate duty.
“I’m proud of you,” Steal says as he pats my back.
I grunt and take my phone from Harry before stating, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nods back, and I walk toward the door, needing to see my family.
“Son, you staying for a drink tonight?” I hear my dad ask loudly, and without breaking my stride, I reply, “Nope,” and continue on my path, ignoring the daggers coming from my mother, who needs to understand not every woman will willingly take their husband back after infidelity.
There’re only a few times I’ve stayed for a drink and each time, a clubwhore has tried to come on to me. I don’t need their acrid perfume on me, I don’t need Heaven thinking I’m screwing the women in this room, or worse, fucking Ginger.
I leave the common room and head to my bike without saying anything else.
I sigh, happy Tara’s car is not here as I pull up behind Heaven’s car, a car she refused to let me to buy after she wrecked her old one, tension running through me.
“I swear to fuck, if she slams the door on me, I’ll break the fucker down,” I mumble to myself and climb off my bike.
She knows I’m here, my bike’s not exactly quiet, and I know our son is asleep.
It’s time we got resituated. In the morning, I’ll bring up therapy because at least then, we’ll have someone in the middle, ensuring we get everything out when we talk. And yes, I will be staying the night.
I haven’t had a decent night's sleep in fucking years, and every time we’ve had sex, I’ve left right after—more for her mental health than anything. I know she struggles after we’ve fucked, but we both also know she loves me.
It’s not something that will ever change.
I lift my hand to knock on the door, but it opens before I can touch the wood, and my eyes connect with my girl’s gorgeous iced blue ones before they travel down her body and—fuck me.
I swallow my groan, seeing she’s wearing my shirt from high school, her legs bare.
I fucking knew she took that shirt, despite her denying it.
“You’ve got to stop doing this, Travis, especially getting prospects to intervene with my dates. Enough is enough,” she says with a sigh. I nod, not surprised she knew Western was a prospect.
I reply, “I can’t because I can’t live without you,” before I step forward, grip the back of her head, and press my lips against hers.
She stiffens in my hold, and I get it, usually when we end up kissing it’s after a fight, but when I lick the seam of her lips, she opens her mouth, and I groan as I wrap my arm around her waist and shove my tongue into her mouth, lifting her.
Heaven wraps her legs around my waist as I walk into the house and slam the door shut with my foot before pressing her up against it without breaking the kiss. I move one hand to her ass to keep her up and the other between us, my fingers going to her drenched panties.
I moan and deepen the kiss as I tear her panties from her body, making her gasp, but I swallow it and quickly undo my jeans, pulling my hard cock out, my balls already tightening, wanting a release.
I bite Heaven’s bottom lip and suck it in my mouth as I place my cock at her entrance, then thrust forward.
“Fuck,” I choke at how tight she is, placing my forehead against her neck as she throws her head back and keep my hips still, allowing her to get used to my size and so I don’t fucking come like I’m a boy going through puberty again.
“Travis, I swear to God, if you don’t move…” Heaven warns a few moments later, and I grin against her skin before I pull my hips back, then bite her neck hard, ensuring to leave a mark as I thrust forward and start a rhythm, moving my hips fast and hard, ensuring to tilt them to reach her G-spot.
“Oh God,” she chokes, and I groan when I feel her walls already fluttering around me.
“Come for me, Angel,” I grunt, and as if waiting for my command, she opens her mouth to scream, but I quickly cover it with mine so she doesn’t wake our son, and her sweet, sweet cunt squeezes my dick, and wetness spreads between us.
I bite her lip again, seeing stars as my orgasm joins hers, and I come deep inside, wishing for it to stick, to knock her up.
I need this woman tied to me in every way, including knocking her up repeatedly until she comes back to me, to my arms where she belongs, and I promise I’ll never fucking hurt her the way I did again.