CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
My eyes shoot open, and I sit bolt upright, flinching when I feel a sharp pain in my head. Lifting my hand, I gently touch the side of my head and feel the gauze the doctor had placed there. Reminding me like a slap on the face about what happened today.
I can’t believe that someone I thought of as a friend could do something so vile as to be involved with selling me into sex trafficking. And to use my father the way she did. No, I absolutely refuse to give her anymore of my precious time. I’m alive, my father’s alive, and everything is okay.
With any luck, she’ll be in prison for a significant amount of time.
Looking around, I notice I’m alone in Chains’ room. I must’ve really been out of it if he put me down on the bed, and I couldn’t remember anything after that.
Slowly getting to my feet, I can’t ignore the pressure on my bladder any longer, and take myself to the adjoining bathroom where I do my business and wash my hands. The sudden deep base of the music registers, and I look at my watch, surprised I’d been a sleep for a few hours and it’s actually now early evening. The cookout must’ve started. So why didn’t Chains come wake me? Get a grip, you have no reason to be jealous since the club bunnies won’t be at the cookout tonight.
Horrified by the darkening bruise on my face, from when Emma hit me over the head with a gun, I wasn’t prepared to go downstairs looking like death warmed over.
I quickly strip out of my clothes and get into the shower. Scrubbing every inch of my body that needs to be scrubbed, and shaving everything that needs shaving.
I emerge from the shower ten minutes later, feeling decidedly more human, and most importantly, clean. Wrapping a towel around me, I pad barefoot into the bedroom and open the wardrobe, deciding on what to wear.
Since it’s getting decidedly chilly now, I decide on a light green turtleneck knee length sweater dress, pairing it back with a pair of black slouchy knee-high boots with a five-inch heel. I went a little heavy-handed on the makeup, doing a smoky eye, which made my green eyes pop, and a cherry red lipstick. My hair had grown a little more since I left the hospital and now framed my face in tight curls. The gauze on my head will have to remain a fixture for now.
Satisfied with my appearance, I try to push down the butterflies that fluttered inside my belly because I’ll be entering the cookout alone. Clearing my throat, making sure I didn’t forget anything. I leave the room.
The place was already overflowing with people, and it looks like the Washington Chapter has already arrived. I push my way through the throng of people, trying to find someone familiar, and ignoring the curious glances being sent my way. Keeping my gaze focused ahead, I suddenly gasped as a huge hand grabbed my arm, bringing me to a halt.
“Well, hello there, pretty lady, how ‘bout you come sit on my lap and I’ll give you a surprise.” The blood froze in my veins as I slowly turned my head to look at who had spoken.
He was a big man, at least over 6 foot five and two hundred and fifty pounds. Getting tangled with this guy would not end well for me. But I wasn’t about to let him do whatever he wanted with me, either.
Plastering a fake smile on my face, I opened my mouth to give him a serve, when a familiar but pissed off voice from behind me said. “Get your fucking hand off my ol’lady, Trucker. Unless you wanna lose it?”
The big guy looked taken aback, but quickly removed his hand, as Chains placed his own to the small of my back. That little move making wetness pool between my legs, and now I was regretting my decision to go without underwear tonight, thinking I’d surprise Chains.
“Maybe you should claim her then, brother, so that everyone else knows whose she is,” the guy known as Trucker says before walking off.
“You look good enough to eat, baby,” he whispers huskily against my ear as goosebumps appear all over my skin. But I wasn’t going to let him outdo me, so I reply,
“That’s good, because I’m not wearing any panties.” I had the satisfaction of watching as his steps falter, and he almost trips over himself, righting himself just in time.
Chuckling, I let him steer me towards the back door and into the backyard, where there are even more people milling around. At least here I recognize everyone from the Briar Creek chapter, and Lexie and the rest of the ol’ ladies are here, too.
“Touché, baby. Touché. You and I will leave early tonight so that I can get reacquainted with my pussy. But there’s something I need to give you first.”
Feeling a lot calmer, my first genuine smile of the evening breaks over my face. All I wanted was for him to take me back to our room so that he could fuck me, but it seemed he had other plans.
“Oh? And what, pray tell, do you need to give me?” I ask huskily, and he responds with a sexy grin.
Suddenly, he embraces me and kisses me with such intensity that I feel it in every fiber of my being.
“I hope that was just a prelude to what’s coming next?” I inquire, looking up at him sassily. Chains throws his head back and laughs heartily. “I love you; you know that?”
“I love you, too.” I reply breathily as he takes me in his arms, kissing me passionately, our tongues tasting each other’s mouths. Breaking the kiss, he looks at Lexie who’s coming towards us holding a large white box.
Arching my brow, I ask, “What’s this?” As she hands it off to Chains.
“Something which has taken me a decade to give to you, and I’ve finally gotten my head outta my ass to do it,” he tells me, handing the box to me. “Open it.”
I do, tearing open the box to see a black leather vest or cut, with the words Property Of at the top and Chains at the bottom. I smile widely.
“Will you be my ol’ lady, little one?”
“You know I will.” I tell him happily, letting him put it on me to whoops and hollers from his brothers and the other women in the room.
For the rest of the night, I tried to behave as Chains kept me on his lap the entire night, his ever-hardening cock poking me in the ass that at one point I thought fuck it and almost unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and would’ve sunk my aching pussy onto his pierced cock had we not had a constant flow of well-wishers. Not to mention the load of children running around.
While I was fighting the sexual tension between us for the sake of all the people surrounding us, he seemed to be as cool as a cucumber, casually talking to his club brothers while I was stewing and needy the whole evening. I jumped off his lap, ignoring the bulge in his jeans as I silently made my way into the bathroom.
Locking myself inside, I stared at my reflection, splashing some cool water on my heated cheeks; jumping when there was a sharp knock at the door barely minutes later.
“It’s taken.” I call out, hopefully whoever’s there will take the hint and leave?
“Open the fucking door, little one. It’s me.” I hear Chains growl on the other side.
Taking a deep breath, I unlatch the door, standing with my hip cocked and my hand resting on it. If he was going to chew me out about leaving the party and being rude to his club, he could just—I didn’t get to finish my thought when he pushed through and slammed the door shut, locking it again.
The breath whooshes from my body when he then pushes me up against the wall of the bathroom, my eyes wide as I look up at him.
“Do you need something, baby?” he asks softly, nudging his nose into my neck, and I couldn’t stop the small moan from escaping even if I wanted to.
“Yes. You.” I tell him unashamedly.
“Having you on my lap all night, knowing your hot cunt was bare, made my cock hard for you all night,” he speaks gruffly, almost as though he were in pain. I couldn’t help the small grin of satisfaction take over my face.
“This is going to be hard and fast. Turn around.” he orders me, not waiting for me to do it before spinning me around to face the tiled wall, my cheek pressed against it.
I gasp with a mixture of shock and excitement when his roving hand slides up my leg, over my inner thigh, his fingers finally coming into contact with the spot I was aching for him to touch all night.
Feeling the wetness there, he chuckles in my ear, slowly lifting my dress over my ass, slapping one ass cheek hard enough that I flinch, soothing with the soft touch of his palm. Doing exactly the same to the other one. I arch into him involuntarily.
“I should punish you for being around my club brothers with no panties on,” he continues, sliding his fingers through my folds. “But the thought of you like this turns me the fuck on.” When two of his thick fingers breach my entrance and slide inside easily, I groan, my cheek still pressed against the tiled wall.
“What do you want, little one?”
“You.” I answer simply, but that’s not enough for him, since he removes his fingers from me.
“What part of me do you want?” he asks, arched over my back, his tongue and teeth doing wild things to the shell of my ear.
“All of you.” I almost scream. “But right now, I want you to fill me up with your cock.”
“Whatever my woman wants, my woman gets,” he replies, before I hear the clink of his belt and his zipper being lowered. Finally, he thrusts inside me to the hilt, and we both groan in unison.
Feeling him inside me, filling me up, is a feeling I never want to go without. I love this man; I’ve loved him since I was a young girl.
“I love it when your hot, tight pussy squeezes my cock so hard, baby. Feels so good.” He growls, thrusting in and out of me as I push back, loving the feel of him so deeply inside of me And I never want him to stop.
“Come for me, baby, I’m barely holding on. Your hot little cunt is squeezing the life out of my cock.” Chains growls out.
My orgasm is just out of reach until he slides his hand down, and rubs my hard clit, pinching it hard between his fingers, ensuring I fall over the edge in seconds flat. My nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, as he follows me over almost immediately after on a roar.
Both our breathing heavy, Chains lowers his head to my throat, biting the skin there, before soothing the bite with his tongue.
I jerk. “You’re not giving me a hickey, are you?”
“Damn right I am,” he replies.
“But everyone will know what we’ve just done,” I tell him, trying to push out of his arms, but he won’t let me, wrapping them tightly around me.
“That’s the whole point. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”
“That’s what the jacket is for.” I tell him dryly, to which he only chuckles. Asshole.
He helps me dress, and I curse my decision to leave out my panties because now I can feel his come running down my inner thighs. I quickly grab a wad of toilet paper and wipe myself down.
Chains had gotten quiet, and I look up to see him watching me closely.
“We need to talk,” he replies quietly. “But not here. Come with me.” He takes my hand and practically drags me back to our room, the music still pumping and the loud sounds of the party going on downstairs telling me it’s not about to end soon.
“What’s going on?” I demand, when we’re in the privacy of our room, getting a really bad feeling about what he has to tell me. “You haven’t changed your mind about claiming me as your ol’lady have you?” I question. Because if he has, I might just go postal on his ass.
He takes my hands in his larger ones, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Of course I haven’t, baby. You”re mine, and you always will be.” He tells me, sighing deeply before continuing, “Something happened when we were in Dallas a few days ago.” he begins.
“Okay. What?”
“There’s no easy way for me to say it, so I’m just gonna come out with it.” He says, and I can feel the frustration building inside me.
“Okay, and?” I push.
“We found out Caleb had killed your mother,” he tells me. “I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, but with everything going on, with the asshole kidnapping you, you can understand why I didn’t.”
The news he told me was so shocking that it felt like a physical blow. My mother was dead?
How much more shit am I able to take in my life? All because of the piece of shit I was married to.
“But why my mother? She liked him. She didn’t give a rat”s ass that he was abusing me.”
“Because she was sleeping with Kon Sokolov. I guess because he could never bring him down by legitimate means, he wanted to hurt you and place the blame on Kon for her death.”
With that bit of information, you could’ve knocked me down with a feather. What the actual fuck?
“I know you’re probably mad at me, baby, and I’m sorry for not telling you straight away…” he stops speaking when I place a finger against his lips.
“I’m not mad at you, baby. Never at you. I’m just shocked is all. Sad that my mother and I could never bridge the gap between us. But I’m not mad. You’re not responsible for her choices in life. She was my mother, but she was virtually a stranger to me. Which is really sad when you think about it.” I wiped the lone tear that slid down my cheek. Adding, “He was a real evil and nasty bastard, wasn’t he?”
“He sure was. But he won’t hurt you anymore, my brothers and I made sure of it.”
“I know you did. And I love you for it. My mother and I didn’t get along, but she didn’t deserve to die. I hope Caleb burns in hell.”
“I’m sure he is.” Chains says with a small grin. “Let’s get back down to the party.”
We cleared the last step on the staircase, when we could hear raised voices coming from outside, rushing to see what was happening.
A woman with a baby around the same age as their little boy, Silas, stood before Tiny and Sage, as everyone looked on with curiosity. What was going on now? I thought to myself, squeezing Chains” hand even tighter.
Tiny looked livid, and Sage looked like she was about to tear both the woman and Tiny limb from limb.
“What the fuck do you want?” Tiny growled.
The strange woman narrowed her eyes at him, trying to calm the crying baby. “What do I want? I have a job I’m starting on Monday in Atlanta, and I want you to take Bella. That’s what I want.”
“Why would I do that? I have nothing to do with your kid,” he spat.
The woman laughed humourlessly. “Well, since you were a part of making her, you’re partly responsible for looking after her, asshole.”
Collective gasps went around the women at the cookout, and I could tell Sage was barely holding it together.
While Tiny was standing there in complete shock, the other woman handed over the baby to him with a large diaper bag.
“Everything she needs is in that.” She tells him, motioning to the bag. With that, she turns on her heel and makes a quick getaway. The grenade she let off in the middle of the cookout still exploding around us.
“Didn’t expect that.” Chains whispered.
“Did you know he cheated on Sage?”
Chains shrugs, an innocent look on his face, and I rolled my eyes. “What goes on in the club, stays in the club.” Is all he says.
Without a word, a look of devastation on her face, Sage walks away, Tiny calling her name and running after her, the baby so small in his massive arms.
“You ever do that to me; I’ll castrate you in your sleep.” I tell him, inwardly laughing when he winced. But he says.
“You have nothing to fear about me straying, little one. Why would I when I have you?”
“Good answer, babe.”