Chapter 13
Moon
What the fuck?
I roll over grabbing my phone off of my bedside table, seeing it's only nine in the morning.
Who the hell is blasting music and partying this early in the morning? It's only me and Pyro here, Doc is working the night shift at the hospital.
It takes a few minutes for the morning brain fog to fade and realization to set in.
They're back!
I shoot out of bed, only wearing the black tee shirt I stole from Dagger's room and black and white plaid sleep shorts that barely pass as more than underwear.
I pull the shirt to my nose, taking a deep inhale of his scent. Wearing his shirt has been the only way I could sleep these past two weeks. I've been worried sick about him. And the other club brothers of course.
I quickly check my hair in the mirror, making sure that my messy bun is still intact after sleeping. After I fix a couple of stray curls, I quickly wipe the sleep from my eyes and run down the stairs.
The first person I lay eyes on is Swiss, I run straight into him wrapping him in a tight hug. He groans, caught off guard a little before returning the tight squeeze.
"Missed you, kiddo," he says in my ear, pulling back enough for me to catch sight of Pyro slack-jawed, staring at some new red-headed beauty who looks frightened out of her mind.
"Missed you too. Who's the redhead?"
"That's Lydia, she'll be sticking around for a while. Prez rescued her." That's all I get out of him, but I'm sure it goes deeper than that. She was probably wrapped up in the Trafficking ring, poor girl. I mentally make a note to remind myself to befriend her.
"Bout time we have some more girls around here!" I say excitedly, looking around at everyone here. Everyone is home safe. Except I don't see Dagger... where is he? Panic ramps up inside me. Was he hurt? Or worse?
"Razor is in his office, he's got a lot on his plate so he'll probably be in there a while. He asked to not be bothered." Swiss tells me, probably noticing me looking around. My heart sinks at his words I don't know if it's the fact that my dad doesn't want to see me, the realization that I've got to tell him what's going on with me and Dagger, or the fact that it's messed up that my dad isn't even who I was looking for. It's probably a mixture of them all if I'm honest.
I subconsciously rub my chest, trying to soothe the ache. Then do another glance around the room and as I do my eyes meet ocean blue... Nova.
Now my chest is aching for a whole other reason. Our last conversation still doesn't sit right with me. I hate fighting with him. I hate knowing he's upset at me. I just want us to be cool again.
My feet are carrying me toward where he's sat at the bar out of instinct before I even realize it. When I'm about halfway to him my phone vibrates in my hand. I look down at it, the Dagger and black heart emoji flashing across the home screen.
Come to the garage ;)
I smile down at the screen, wanting to send a sassy retort, but feeling the need to just listen to him. My need to see him outweighs everything else. My heart immediately beats out of my chest leading me in the direction of the door.
I glance at Nova one last time before heading to the garage. I know I need to talk to him, but if he didn't want to hear from me weeks ago and ignored all of my texts then he probably doesn't want to talk now. Resolving our issues can wait a few minutes. Any and Everything can wait.
I swing the side door to the garage open, the second my eyes lock on him leaning against my truck everything else melts away. He smiles brightly at me as I take off into a full sprint, jumping into his arms.
He catches me gracefully, one arm under my ass and the other wrapped tightly around my back. My legs wrap around his waist as I tuck my face into his neck fighting the urge to cry. I've missed him so fucking much.
"Missed you, Baby." he rumbles out as I pull back, looking into his whiskey-colored eyes.
He takes my mouth in a passionate kiss, gripping my ass firmly in his hand, pulling me against his hard-on."You know I love seeing you in my clothes," he says when he breaks the kiss before raining down pecks all over my face, forcing a giggle out of me.
"So beautiful." he praises.
"I was so worried-" I say shaking my head, still trying to wrap my head around this. Around us. He’s finally safe and back in my arms.
"I know Baby, Porky told me you'd been up to the farm, he was worried about you." my eyebrows furrow at that. Why would Porky text him and not my dad? Shit, maybe he was looking at me like that yesterday because he really does know what's going on between me and Dagger.
"I missed you so much!" I say breathlessly, crashing my lips against his, needing to feel his against mine again. His tongue teases mine, the kiss slow and passionate.
He gently sets me down on the hood of my truck, angling us so we're blocked from view if anyone were to come out here.
His hand slides up my thigh, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip. I needed this, I needed him. His lips slide to my neck expertly finding my sweet spot. A breathy moan escapes me as his teeth graze my skin.
Shit that reminds me. The hickey, Pyro seeing it. Having to tell my dad.
"I have to tell you-"
"Shhh Baby, later." He grumbles against my neck.
"Seriously, Dagger it's import-" the words get stuck in my throat when he pulls the hem of my shirt up, slinging it over my head in five seconds flat. My naked tits now fully on display for him.
"Talk after, I need you." Dagger's voice comes out gravelly and needy as he plants kiss after kiss across my chest. the cool air and the heat of his skin against mine create an addictive combination.
Fuck it. He's right, telling him can wait. I'm going to enjoy this while I can. I need to have him one last time. I doubt he'll ever want to do this again once he knows that Pyro knows about us.
His tongue swirls against my pert nipple sending chills down my spine and wetness straight to my center. I grind against his clothing-covered length, needing the friction. Needing to feel more of him.
I moan when his lips form a suction around my rose-colored bud, his tongue circling around it as he sucks. My face contorts with pleasure, my head thrown back as I drink in every touch.
My fingers lace through his light brown locks holding him against my chest. One of his hands is firmly gripping my ass, his other resting on my love handles caressing my soft skin appreciatively.
"So perfect." He whispers leaving a slow trail of kisses from my tits to the elastic waistband of my shorts. He rips them down my legs before dropping to his knees, his face lined up perfectly between my thighs. His eyes meet mine and I internally panic. No one has ever... he's not gonna. is he?
"What are you doing?" I breathe out, my bare feet resting on his shoulders.
"I need to taste what's mine." His breath hits my slick center, the feel of it sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I subconsciously slide a little closer, wanting to feel more.
He smiles up at me in response before sliding his tongue between my folds. He fills my entrance, chasing the sweet and tangy taste of me. His tongue glides through my folds finding my clit, flicking against the bundle of nerves in a mesmerizing way.
Jolts of pleasure force moans from me. My nails dig into his scalp as I push him against me needing more. Loving everything he's doing to me.
"Just like that." I moan out, tugging at the roots of his hair as he sets a mind-numbing pace. His arms are wrapped around my legs in a death grip, his fingers digging into my thighs. His nails bite into my skin adding to the buzzing feeling running through me. I'm so close. leaning back on one hand, I look down at him, watching as Dagger savors every last taste. His eyes flick up to meet mine, his pupils dilated. I stare into his eyes, mine heavy-lidded. My jaw slackens as whimpers escape me. He toys with me knowing I'm on the edge of release.
Suddenly, pleasure bursts through me. My clit sucked gently between his teeth sends me head first into the blinding white light. My chest heaves as sounds that I don't even realize are coming from me echo off of the garage walls. My whole body feels like pinpricks as he laps up every bit of my release, chasing every last drop.
I squirm beneath him, everything too sensitive. He doesn't pull away until I convulse with wave after wave of pleasure again. My hands fall from his hair as my limp body crashes against the hood of the truck.
I stare at the ceiling for a moment, white dots filling my vision. After a couple of minutes, a smirking Dagger is towering over me. His hair fanning out framing his face and my own as he leans over me. He looks from my eyes to my lips as licks his own before crashing them against mine. I sloppily return the kiss, completely drained and satiated.
"Fuck, I missed you Baby." He says hovering over me, his hands on either side of my head as I lay naked against the cool metal of my truck. I smile up at him never wanting this to end.
"What about you?" I ask gesturing in the direction of his crotch, still lying bonelessly, my body feeling like a limp noodle.
"This was just for you, Baby. I had to show you what I'd been thinking about the whole time I was gone." He says with a wink, helping me sit up.
He helps me dress while I gather my bearings.
"What was it you wanted to talk about?" Dagger asks and just like that the bubble is popped. I look down, knowing I can't let myself see the look of regret on his face when I tell him what I've got to tell him.
"Pyro knows."
"Knows what?"
"About us... he saw a hickey on my neck right after you guys left for Florida and connected the dots. I'm so sorry. I swear that it wasn't on purpose, I know that this is supposed to be between us." Before he can respond the door swings open. I jump off of the hood of the truck landing on unstable legs. Stray walks in giving us a curious look as he heads to his bike to do a tune-up I'm assuming.
"It sounds like an oil leak, don't worry about it... you head inside, I'll take a look at it." Dagger says loud enough for Stray to hear, but not so loud that it seems fake.
"Okay, thanks Uncle D," I say trying to make it seem like everything going on out here is innocent, even though it's far from it.
I can't bring myself to look at him, not wanting to see his reaction to what I said, so I quickly slip out of the garage and head back to the clubhouse.
That was risky, too risky.
The second I'm inside I head straight for the bar, gesturing to Lydia who they must've put on bartending duty.
She really looks in her element behind the bar, like she's been bartending for years. Great, finally someone else to pour these fuckers some drinks. I've been doing it for far too long.
She looks up from across the bar nodding to tell me she's coming to me next, I'm guessing.
A throat clears next to me, and I glance over to see Nova in the seat next to me. I didn't even realize I had sat down next to him.
"I got your texts." He says plainly.
"You didn't reply," I say, taking my eyes off of him and looking forward at all of the glass bottles on the wall so he can't see the flush in my cheeks and sadness in my eyes.
"Can you blame me? You broke my heart, Princess." I side-eye him at that.
"Like I've said a million times through text since you wouldn't answer my calls, I'm sorry! I never meant for you to think it was anything more than friendship. I love you and I miss you."
"I'm right here." He says, causing me to look over at him again, this time a little more hopeful that this can be reconciled.
Dagger
I glance around the room trying to lay eyes on my girl. The second I spot her raven-colored curls I notice she's sat next to Nova. His eyes lock on mine after a few seconds of observing them. He smiles mischievously, before saying something to Moon. My teeth clench when Moon looks over at him longingly. What's he saying to her? He reaches over placing his hand on her thigh and I see red.
Next thing I know I'm ripping him off of his bar stool and slamming him against the wall. His nose crunches against my fist, blood pouring down. The rage coursing through my veins feels like fucking fire.
"You just touched something that doesn't belong to you," I growl out, he doesn't fight back. He just smiles, the blood from his nose staining his pearly white teeth.
"Stop, you're hurting him!" Moon yells, trying to pull me off of him.
Next thing I know Pyro is in my peripheral trying to pull Moon away from me. I swing around, pulling her back against my chest, my hand resting firmly on her stomach.
"Don't fucking touch her." I spit. Pyro's eyes narrow but he steps back, knowing what I'm capable of in this state. Nova's manic laughter fills the room. It's then that I notice everyone is staring, including Razor. I tuck Moon behind me, protecting her from his murderous gaze.
"Looks like everyone knows your little secret now." Nova spews from somewhere behind me. I know he did this shit on purpose, It's all clicking into place now.
My eyes stay locked on Razor, ready for whatever is coming to me.
"What's this about brother?" Razor asks, his hand gripping the gun in his waistband. I don't bother reaching for mine. I knew this day would come the moment I decided to follow my heart and pursue Moon, saying to hell with the consequences.
"He's fucking your little princess!" Nova answers for me. I reach behind me, gripping Moon's hand in mine. Everyone else is looking at us, but not in shock. It’s almost like they've seen it coming, like they already suspected something was going on.
Nobody interferes. This is between me, Moon, and Razor.
"I'm not just fucking her like she's some club whore, She's mine."
"Like fuck she is!" Razor bellows pulling his gun and aiming it at my head. I stand stock still, squeezing Moon's hand tight.
"I love you, baby," I whisper under my breath, needing to let her know. I've accepted the fact that I might die here. I knew this day would come sooner or later, I was just hoping we would have longer than this. Every moment I've had with Moon is worth suffering whatever comes my way.
Razor's finger hovers over the trigger.
"My Daughter?! Really?! How fucking dare you! You're supposed to be my best friend! You fucking helped raise her, you sick fuck! Were you touching her when she was little? I swear to fucking God, you're a dead man, Dagger!" He yells, the sound of his words echoing off the walls. I grimace at his accusation.
"Dad, this is my fault," Moon says placatingly, stepping out from behind me, so she’s now at my side. I keep my eyes planted on Razor, trying to pull her back behind me so she's safe but she fights my grasp. She must not realize he's a loose cannon right now. She's not used to seeing this side of Razor like I am.
"No, it's not, you're just a fucking kid." He yells, stepping closer to me.
"I get why you're angry but this was my decision, I'm an adult and he's who I want Dad. There's nothing you can do about this. We want to be together. I want my property patch." She says calmly. I can all but see steam coming out of his ears.
His finger slams down on the trigger, I stand still ready to take a bullet if it means I'm finally claiming my woman. I stand there waiting for the searing pain of the bullet ripping through me, but it doesn't come.
"NO!" I cry dropping to my knees, cradling Moon to my chest when she crumples to the floor in front of me.
"Why?! Baby Please! Open your eyes for me." My vision becomes blurred by tears as I stare down at Moon's blood-soaked body.
She jumped in front of me, taking the bullet that was meant for me.
"Why would you do that?!" I bellow, rocking her against me.
"Please, baby." Her eyes are barely open, I put pressure on the gaping hole in her stomach, blood gushing everywhere forming a small pool around us. She's losing too much blood.
"Somebody call the fucking ambulance!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"Please don't die on me! Baby! Please, I need you!" I can feel wetness streaming down my cheeks. Pyro arrives at my side with bar towels, helping me put pressure on her wound.
"I love you too." She rasps out before choking. Blood spills from her lips as her eyes flutter, slowly closing.
"Please!" I cry out, begging for any higher power that's out there to save her.
"I'll fucking kill you!" I bellow as I make eye contact with Razor, who's staring at the scene in shock.
I put my crimson-coated fingers on her wrist feeling for a pulse. It fades as the sirens grow closer.
"I can't feel her pulse! Somebody, please!"