Chapter 9
Nine
HITTER
A fter the incident at the mall, I knew Izzy needed rest. All those memories from her past were triggered by that fucker who dared to touch my woman. I could kill him, and I hate myself for not doing so after she told me about his role in her past with her brother. I know she was emotionally drained, and I’ll be damned if I won’t do everything in my power to ease her pain. I know I can’t change the past, no matter how much I want to erase all the shit she’s been through. All I can do is hold her tight, love her, and make plans for our future. Izzy will never have to go through any of that shit ever again. All she will know from here on out is love and happiness. Her pain from the past will just feel like a bad dream fading against the horizon.
Much to our disappointment, it has rained for the past three days, so our ride was postponed until the weather and roads cleared up. I don’t mind riding in the rain. Hell, rain, sleet, snow, shine; none of that shit matters to me, but I won’t risk Izzy’s health or safety. We have been lying in bed watching movies… well, I'm watching Izzy, and she’s listening to the movie. She loves listening to older movies from the eighties. I’m sure as fuck not complaining about what’s on, since it just means we’re wrapped up together. Right now, she’s lying on my chest, both of us completely relaxed.
I already have everything planned for tomorrow; I’m taking my woman on the ride she’s been wanting. I wish it was a different type of ride, the type I’ve wanted since the minute I saw her. One where her tight little pussy is squeezing my cock as she rides me hard and rough, but I’m taking our relationship slow for her. I want her to know this, us, is forever and not just a quick fuck. I have no doubt in my mind that I want her to be my Ol’ Lady. A knock on the door has us both lifting our heads.
“Yeah?” I ask, and Swift opens the door. The dick is smirking at seeing Izzy laid out on top of me. Izzy tries to move, but I hold her tight against me.
“Hey, brother, it’s time to head down to the cellar. You coming or staying here?” Swift asks, already knowing what my answer will be.
“We finishing this, Prez, or what?” I ask, and he nods his head.
“Be there in a minute, brother,” I say, adding the brother instead of Prez, knowing that Swift will get my meaning. I wasn’t dismissing or disrespecting him. I just needed a private word with my woman. Plus, Swift knows me better than anyone. I would never disrespect him as my brother or my Prez. He trusts me, knowing I would never give Izzy details about what’s going down, but I asked her if she wanted last words with her brother. As much as I want her away from all of this, I also know she needs this closure from that piece of shit. When he closes the door, I look down at Izzy.
“Angel, you don’t have to come. I can take care of this, and you won’t have to think twice about it ever again,” I tell her, not wanting to force her into confronting her brother. It’s killing me inside. I want to protect her in every way, but if I have to, I’ll stand by her side if she decides to go through with this.
“I need to confront him, Cason. I need to know and be sure that this is the end,” she says, getting up and pulling on one of my long-sleeved Henleys. She has a tank top on, but I think she wants to feel an extra layer of protection as she faces this next challenge. I love that the first thing she does is grab something of mine; she wants it to be my scent, my shirt surrounding and comforting her.
“Alright, Angel, but we're outta there the minute you want to leave. Okay? I got you, always,” I tell her, pulling on a shirt before taking her hand and leading her through the clubhouse. We head down to the basement, and at the very back, another hidden staircase leads to the cellar. You will never find the entrance if you don’t know where to look.
This is the only time I’m happy about the fact that Izzy can’t see. This place is straight out of a nightmare. Chains hanging from the ceiling, floor-to-ceiling bars in the very back create two cells, and the wall on the far left has every tool known to man. This is where we torture and kill those who threaten our family and those we love. Hector is chained to the ceiling, looking homeless and bedraggled instead of his usual perfection in expensive shoes and Armani suits. He can barely lift his head as we all file into the room. Me, Izzy, Piper, Devin, Swift, Loki, Grim, and hell, even Comp is here, and he hardly ever leaves his set of rooms.
“Ah, finally, you’ve come to finish the job. Oh, and look what we have here. My very own sister, whoring herself to the enemy. I’m not surprised. I should have sold the bitch off before she had a chance to spread her legs for you animals,” he says, spitting at Izzy. I don’t wait. I walk up to the piece of shit and bust him in his fucking jaw.
“Watch the fucking way you talk to her. You tortured her long enough. Now you’ll never get that chance again,” I growl before feeling a small hand on my back.
“Cason, can you move me in front of my brother?” Izzy asks. I move out of the way and slide her directly in front of the bastard. He’s chained up too tightly to move, so I know she’s safe.
“What do you want, bitch?” Hector sneers, hate and evil clear in his eyes as he stares at his sister.
“From you? Absolutely nothing,” Izzy says before pulling back her leg and kneeing him dead in the balls. He howls in pain, but she does it one more time for good measure. “You were my brother. I was supposed to be able to trust and look up to you, but you are just as vile and evil as Mom and Dad. You did nothing but hurt me my whole life. Now, I hope they make the end of yours just as painful as the last twenty-one years were for me. Go to hell,” Izzy hisses before turning and starting back the way we came.
She has her hands out, trying to feel for the wall, but I’m there in the next second, guiding her in the right direction. I turn back to her brother before looking at my Prez and giving him a nod. We are good. Izzy doesn’t need to be here for the rest of this shit. As we are leaving, I see Devin eyeing the wall of tools. He picks up a torch before heading back toward Hector. I don’t stop to watch; I lead Izzy up both sets of stairs and back to our room. I would have loved to be a part of the last of Hector fucking Reyes’s life, but I’d rather be holding my woman. When we make it back to the room, Izzy crawls into our bed and scoots over, waiting for me. I take my shirt off, then pull my jeans down, leaving me in only my boxers before I lift the covers and pull her back against me. She burrows into my chest, and I run my fingers softly through her hair.
“What’s going through your mind, Angel?” I need to know she’s not blaming herself or regretting her decision.
“Honestly, nothing. I thought I would feel guilty for not… feeling guilty, but I don’t. I feel relief. He’s finally gone. He can’t hurt anyone ever again,” Izzy says, and I hear a smile in her voice.
“Damn, I love you, Angel,” I tell her, knowing it’s too soon but not giving one ounce of fucks. I needed to tell her and was tired of holding it in.
This woman was made for me. She can not only handle my ass, but also my life with the club, and that alone has me dropping to my knees. Few women, or men for that matter, can make it in this life, but I know Izzy is strong enough to do it. She’s smiling when I flip her onto her back.
“I think I’m in love with you, too,” she says, blushing.
“You think?” I ask, smiling and attacking her sides where I know she’s ticklish. She laughs and tries to get away, but she should know by now I’ll never let her go.
“Okay, okay! I love you too, Cason,” she tells me, and I feel it down to my soul. Those are the sexiest words I’ve ever heard in my life.
I can’t take it anymore. I lean down and press my lips to hers. She responds immediately. She brings her hands up to my face, kissing me back hard and using her thumbs to rub over my beard before pulling back breathlessly.
“You know, I still don’t know what you look like. What color are your eyes?” she asks, using her hands to map out my facial features.
“Forest green,” I tell her, turning and kissing her palms as she continues to explore.
“What color is your hair? I love your man bun,” she teases, and I smile.
“My hair and beard are both dark brown. Although I have found a few grey hairs lately,” I tell her, leaning back down and kissing her again. I can’t keep my hands or mouth off her. She hikes her legs up around my waist, and it aligns her pussy with my aching cock, making me grunt and moan into her passionate kiss.
“You know you’re mine, right Angel? I’ll love and protect you forever, but you’re mine. You gonna give me everything?”