8. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Bronx
We’d followed when Houston brought Ginger upstairs. Hearing what that man said had made me sick. I’d known she had to have a bad life before coming here. It never occurred to me she’d have been hurt, even as a young girl. The man hadn’t come right out to say it, but I’d understood what he meant. The fucker liked young girls. How old had Ginger been the first time he touched her?
Then to find Houston outside my door with Ginger in his arms? I’d wanted to snatch her away from him, and had barely held back. What the hell had he done to her? She hid her face against him, and I knew it couldn’t be because she was scared of me. I’d never done anything to make her fear me. Unless Houston said something to her while he’d had her in his room?
Shit. I fucking hated this.
“First, fuck off. I’m your VP and you will damn well treat me with respect or I’ll put you in your place. Second, I didn’t do anything to her,” Houston said. “But I need to handle a situation downstairs and she’s not safe around our guests.”
No fucking shit. I nearly ripped Ginger from Houston’s arms. I cradled her close and kicked the door shut, not caring I’d closed it in Houston’s face. Then I carried my sweet girl over to the bed. “It’s all right, little mouse. No one will hurt you here.”
Fuck. Now I was referring to her that way. I didn’t think Houston had meant it as an endearment, even if it did seem to suit her.
Reno leaned up on one elbow. He’d reclined on the bed while I paced, pissed as fuck Houston had run off with Ginger. He eyed the two of us.
“What’s going on?”
I’d put some of the pieces together, but I wasn’t sure how right I was about any of it. The fact Houston brought her to me, and wanted to go talk to the men downstairs meant I was probably right. The man had done a one eighty when it came to Ginger. Instead of acting like he hated her, it sounded like he was about to go off and defend her. What the fuck was going on? Did I dare ask her?
The last thing I wanted to do was traumatize her even more.
She licked her lips and refused to hold my gaze. “The men downstairs were ones I knew. From before I came here.”
Reno got up and came closer to us. He reached out and cupped Ginger’s cheek. “The ones who hurt you.”
He didn’t asked. No, he simply stated a fact. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who’d pieced a few things together. Did everyone downstairs know what happened to Ginger? I didn’t think she’d like it. No, she wanted to be strong. To stand on her own two feet. Anyone who met her would know that much. She exuded a confidence most young women lacked these days.
“The scar on my stomach is from an abortion,” Ginger said. “My uncle would give me to different men to pay off his debts. The men downstairs… they hurt me the most. And they didn’t always use condoms. The medical clinic tested me before I came to the clubhouse. You don’t have to worry about me having given anyone a disease or something.”
I urged Ginger to the center of the bed and slid in next to her. Reno took the other side, and we caged her between us again. He pulled the blankets over us and we cuddled Ginger. I wasn’t sure who needed this more right now. Her or us. She was our missing piece. The one woman meant to stand between us, to love us the way we’d love her. Knowing how badly she’d been hurt tore me up inside.
“We won’t let them hurt you,” Reno murmurs, running his hand up and down her arm.
“You may not have a choice,” Ginger said. “I’m club property, which means Vegas will decide what to do with me. I doubt he’ll want me to stay. He’s never liked me. You saw him earlier. He laughed at me.”
Yeah, I’d noticed. I’d wanted to knock his teeth down his throat, which was why I’d chased after Ginger instead. It had seemed to be the safer option.
“Why would he kick you out?” I asked.
“I’m not like the other women here. Vegas will realize I’ve been faking it. He won’t want me around, and neither will your brothers.” Ginger sighed and turned her face into me, breathing me in. “At least I had a place to stay for a little while. I got a reprieve from the monsters in my past. It’s more than I’ve ever had before.”
I kissed her forehead. “Try to sleep. We’ll keep watch. No one will take you away, or hurt you.”
It took a few minutes before Ginger could relax. Once she did, her eyes slid shut and within moments, she was asleep. Not once did she stir. Reno held my gaze, and I knew he was thinking the same thing as me. It didn’t matter what the club thought. We would make her our old lady. No one in the Dark Wrath had one. Vegas had started this club when he’d gotten out of the military. That was more than two decades ago. He’d only recruited single men, which meant the only women at the clubhouse were the whores.
“She’s ours,” Reno said.
“Yeah, she is. Not sure what we’ll have to do to convince the others. Or her for that matter. I don’t think our Ginger thinks very highly of herself. None of this was her fault. Not what she’s been through since she came here, and not what happened when she was younger. Her uncle should have protected her.”
“We need to find him,” Reno said. “He needs to learn a lesson.”
I nodded. “Yes. He can’t hurt our woman and get away with it.”
“What do we do about the club?”
“You mean the fact they’ve all been fucking her?” I asked.
“Yeah. That. Not too crazy about the thought they’ve all seen her naked, had their cocks down her throat, or elsewhere. At the same time, if she hadn’t come here to be a club whore, we may have never met her. I don’t look down on her for what she’s done. She was only trying to survive.”
“It’s not going to be easy, but nothing worth having ever is.”
A soft knock came at the door right before it swung open. Houston walked in, looking haggard. He hadn’t been gone very long, but it seemed as if he suddenly had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“Are they gone?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I have a feeling they’ll be back. They were pissed we took Ginger away, and demanded she come back to play with them. Fuck! How could we have been so blind? We let those… those… pedophiles into our home!” Houston ran a hand through his hair. “She’s going to need protection. Now that they’ve found her, they won’t stop until she’s in their possession.”
“We’re claiming her,” I said. “I don’t even want to take it to Church. If anyone says no, I can’t promise I won’t unleash every bit of my anger on them.”
Houston waved a hand. “Already discussed it with Vegas. Take her. We’ll have a property cut made for her. Just know this is far from over.”
“We’ll be ready and waiting,” I said. And we would. If those men dared to touch Ginger again, I’d break every bone in their bodies. No one would ever hurt her again.
Ginger
I stretched, pointing my toes and lifting my arms over my head. Despite the horror of seeing those men again, I’d slept incredibly well. I rolled to my side and watched Reno as he slept. He was the only one in bed with me, and I didn’t know where Bronx had gone. Had someone come for him this morning?
Reno slept peacefully. I studied his face and his broad shoulders. Last night, he and Bronx had said they wanted to keep me. I didn’t think Vegas would let them. How long did I have before they’d make me leave the club? A few hours? A few days?
I reached out and ran my fingers over Reno’s jaw. He was such a sweet man. Both him and Bronx. I hoped they wouldn’t cause trouble when Vegas kicked me out. They deserved to be happy, and I knew I’d only bring heartache to them. They may want to save me right now, but eventually they’d regret their decision.
“You’re staring,” Reno murmurs, not even opening his eyes.
“How could you tell?”
One corner of his lips lifted in a smile. “I can feel you watching me. What’s on your mind, little one?”
I couldn’t told him. Not my true thoughts. He and Bronx didn’t seem to like it when I said anything bad about myself. I didn’t know how they’d ended up in a club full of bikers. Out of all of them, they were the sweetest.
“Why don’t we take a shower and head downstairs for some breakfast?” Reno asked, leaning up on one elbow. “I bet that’s where Bronx is.”
“I can go downstairs to clean up.”
He shook his head. “We’ll use the bathroom here. You can put on one of Bronx’s shirts to go downstairs. From now on, you aren’t allowed to prance around naked in front of anyone else.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Bronx and I are claiming you. It’s already approved. As of now, you’re our old lady.”
My mouth dropped open, and I snapped it shut. What did he say? Their old lady? Houston had asked about it last night. But neither Reno nor Bronx had ever mentioned it to me. What happened after I fell asleep?
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Bronx and I have discussed it before. We wanted to keep you. Make you ours. Didn’t think the club would like it, but after last night, I think Houston and Vegas feel like they owe you something. So they agreed. You’re ours, little one. No one will ever hurt you again.”
“Yours?” I studied his face and realized he meant every word. “What about KiKi and the other girls? I’m new here. What if they think I’m stealing the two of you from them?”
“KiKi is the only one we’ve brought up here in the last year. You heard her. She doesn’t feel like you’ve stolen us away from her.” He reached out and cupped my cheek. “No one is going to be angry. Understood?”
“All right.” I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I’d take his word for now.
Reno got out of bed and held his hand out to me. I took it and followed him into the bathroom. While he started the shower, I put some toothpaste on my finger and rubbed it over my teeth, needing to get rid of my morning breath. He quickly did the same, and then tugged me into the shower with him.
He tipped my head back, soaking my hair. I stood still as he washed me. The light touch of his hands was enough to make my nipples harden, and my cheeks burned at his knowing smirk. For whatever reason, he did nothing more than take care of me. Once the suds went down the drain, and he’d cleaned every inch of me, I did the same for him.
The moment I wrapped my fingers around his cock, it twitched in my grasp. I held his gaze as I stroked him. His eyes darkened, and he bit his lip, staring at me as I pleasured him. It was my first time being intimate with him or Bronx. The shower wouldn’t have been my first choice, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Reno said.
I shook my head, but he gripped my hair, stopping the motion. Without another word, he lowered his lips to mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I kept stroking his cock as he kissed me breathless. Reno grunted as he came, the hot jets of his cum splattering my body.
He pulled back, his chest heaving. “Naughty little girl. Now I have to wash you again.”
“Did I please you?” I asked.
He backed me to the shower wall and kissed me again. “You couldn’t tell?”
“Will Bronx be mad?”
“Never.” He smiled softly. “But he’ll be jealous as hell that you put your hands on me first.”
He soaped me again, but this time he played too. Slipping his hand between my legs, he rubbed my clit in small, tight circles. I reached up, clinging to his shoulders. My thighs shook, and I knew it wouldn’t take much for him to make me come. Reno slid a finger inside me, pumping it in and out.
“That’s it. Come for me, angel.”
“Reno, I… I…” Closing my eyes, I tipped my head back, and a keening sound escaped me as I did exactly as he demanded. Pleasure washed over me and my knees buckled. Reno caught me before I could fall, and held me tight.
“Come on, gorgeous. Let’s dry off and go find something to eat before I’m tempted to take you back to bed. Except this time, we won’t be sleeping.”
I smiled and buried my face against him. Never had I felt as cherished as I did right now. Or as safe. If Reno said he and Bronx were going to keep me, then I’d believe him. It still baffled me that Houston and Vegas had both agreed.
“After breakfast, you can put on some clothes and we’ll take you shopping. How’s that sound?”
I looked up at him. “Does that mean you’ve realized I only have one outfit?”
He nodded. “We’ve known for a while. Just didn’t have a good reason to take you out and buy you stuff. Not one the club would accept without giving us shit, or Vegas outright refusing.”
“Is it safe?” I asked, thinking of the men who were after me.
Reno paused. “Good point. We’ll order some stuff online and I’ll have a prospect pick it up. No sense leaving the clubhouse just yet. Let’s make sure those fuckers are going to leave you alone.”
I kissed him again, then he pulled one of Bronx’s shirts over my head. He dressed himself quickly and took my hand, leading me downstairs. Instead of heading to the main room, we went to the kitchen. Bronx leaned against the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. He smiled when he saw us.
“Took the two of you long enough to wake up. I’ll warm up your plates.”
Reno pulled out a chair at the table and sat, tugging me down onto his lap. Was this what my mornings would be like from now on? No more getting up at the crack of dawn and offering myself up to the club. No more sharing a room with the other girls. Wait. Would I still stay in that room? Reno and Bronx had two separate bedrooms. How would this work?
Great. Now I had more questions than ever before.