Chapter 12LovelyMarx #2
Every fibre of my being tells me I don’t deserve to steal this kiss, but fuck it.
I’m an asshole and I’m taking what I want.
What I need to ground me before I burn down the fucking world.
The need to kill someone, with my bare hands rushes over me and it’s only Lovely’s sweet mouth pressed against mine that has the murderous urge subsiding.
Pulling back to stare at her, her blotchy pink face, red nose, puffy eyes, and she’s never looked more beautiful. Her lead smudged fingers rest lightly against her lips, where mine were just a moment ago.
“Marx?” she whispers, eyes flicking between mine, looking for answers.
“I’ve been a fucking asshole to you, Lovely, but no more.
” She bared her soul to my father, within my earshot, and now it’s my turn to bare mine.
“You scare the living shit out of me.” She rears back, confused, and I don’t blame her.
Shit, hopefully I can get through this without messing up.
“You are stronger than anyone, fucking anyone I’ve ever met.
I know you have a past, one so shitty it led you to flee in the middle of the night with a newborn.
You have every right to hole up in here, and shun the world but you don’t.
You grab life by the balls and make it your bitch.
You treat everyone with kindness and love when you have every right to scream and shout how life isn’t fair.
You weren’t broken by the Keep, Lovely. But you were almost broken by my words and for that I am so fucking sorry.
You scare me with your strength and your light and because of the feelings you stir within me, because I know, I fucking know that if you chose to love me, I wouldn’t deserve it. Ever.”
“Marx,” she whispers and I have to get this out.
“I’m not fucking worthy, Lovely, but I’m willing to try.”
She stares at me for so long that my ass starts to tighten. I can feel myself tensing up and I know that she’s going to turn me away. She has every right to. She’s probably in love with that loud mouth motherfucker Switch, he’s given her more time and care than I could ever hope to.
“I, um, I’m not sure that I’ll be able to, um,” she takes a deep breath and blows it out, “My husband was horrible, and I don’t have very good memories or reactions to touch, in, um, that way, so I’m not sure that I’ll be able to-”
I place a finger over her lips, silencing her. “I don’t give a shit if we never share anything more than the kiss we just shared. I’m willing to stand by your side, as long as you’re willing to stand by mine.”
A tentative smile grows on her face, tugging up her lips in the sweet smile I’ve come to love. “Maybe we could take it slow?”
“Oh, it’ll be slow. I’ve got a lot of work to make shit up to you.”
“Like dueling a six fingered man?” The little imp grins cheekily at me. Fuck, she really did love that film.
“Find me a six fingered man and I’ll kick his ass.”
Her giggle is music to my ears. “So, did you come here to eavesdrop about my greatest shame and then kiss me?” she asks. She’s trying to lighten the mood but I can still see the remnants of shadows in her eyes.
“Shit, no, actually I was on my way here to tell you and Mad Dog that we’ll be making a move on our guests this evening.
I know that the Girl Gang are the reason they’re here in the first place so I had to let you all in on it.
” She raises her brow at me. “OK, and you’d all find a way in even if we didn’t tell you. ” she smirks and nods.
“I’m guessing Mama Debs is in charge of the nursery tonight then?”
“Yeah, Kaia is helping her. She’s new to the club and Judge doesn’t want her to see what we do to people who cross us.”
She nods, “That’s a good call. Don’t want to give her any ideas on how to hurt Judge just yet.” she laughs and then climbs off my knee.
I miss her closeness immediately, as she steps away from me. She pauses, spins back to look at me, then drops a kiss on my cheek and takes off like her ass is on fire. I don’t give a shit, I watch her ample rear jiggle as it runs away down the hall.
A loud bang at the door jolts me out of my ogling, pissing me off as I know that I’ll have to leave the bubble I’m in and deal with some shit. Letting out a sigh I stand, getting to the door in three strides and throwing it open before Niko has a chance to knock again.
“What’s up, Prospect?”
“Sorry Pres, Mad Dog said to give you two some privacy but this couldn’t wait,” Niko says, eyes darting.
“Well, spit it out.”
He shuffles from foot to foot, tips his head back and curses, “It’s probably best if you see what it is. And promise me, you won’t yell.”
“What the fuck is going on, Niko?”
He says nothing, instead turning on his heel and skipping down the steps, striding toward Pops’ ATV.
I’ve got another three of the things being delivered.
It’s a long walk to the office and sometimes the brothers are lazy as fuck.
I blow out a breath, call out to Lovely that I have to leave.
Her sweet voice drifts down the hall telling me she’ll see me later.
Figuring that I won’t have a chance to steal another kiss, I follow Niko, gently shutting the door behind me.
“This better be important,” I grumble getting into the passenger seat.
It feels wrong, but Niko was already in the driver’s seat and hell, the kid knows the property like the back of his hand.
We weave in and out of a few trees, and head for a corner that I’ve never been before.
Actually, I haven’t been on half the land, spending my time between the farmhouse, Lovely’s cabin, and Pops’ office.
I could care less about the rest of the property.
Niko slows to a crawl, squinting into the trees before stopping and shutting off the motor. He doesn’t say a word, instead assumes I’ll follow him. We walk to a hedge and my mouth drops when Niko knocks against it, a wooden sound filling the air.
“What the fuck?”
“Password!” Cove yells, although her usual volume is muffled slightly.
“Cove, it’s me, open up.”
“No can do without a password.”
“It’s me!”
“We don’t know who ‘me’ is. Password or no entrance!”
“Fuck’s sake,” Niko mumbles under his breath. “Niko is a loser who wet the bed until he was eight.”
“Password accepted!”
An awful metal on metal scraping sounds out and the door pushes outward toward us, Cove and Jovie standing inside, arms crossed and frowns on their faces.
“You can’t bring guests!” Jovie says, jabbing a finger at Niko.
“He’s not a guest, he’s the Pres, and if you want to join DRMC one day, like you’re planning, you have to listen to him.”
“Chewy doesn’t listen to him,” Cove argues.
Niko moves to open his mouth but I cut him off. “Cove, Jovie, what’s going on here?”
Cove rolls her eyes but gestures that we follow her deeper into the most impressive kids clubhouse I’ve ever seen.
Firstly, it’s about the size of the DRMC common room.
Secondly, it has electricity. There’s a TV playing cartoons on one wall, the kids have their tablets charging on a table in the corner and there even looks to be a small bathroom and kitchenette.
All hidden from the outside by hedging and trees.
“What the actual fuck?” explodes out of me in a splutter.
Turning wide eyes at Niko he smiles apologetically, because there, in the middle of the room, tied to a chair with a minions pillowcase over his head, looks to be Sheriff Kelson.
“Is that-?”
“Yup.” Niko walks over, snatching the case from Kelson’s head. The older man is wide-eyed and gagged.
Elio walks toward him, a beaker of some blue shit in his hand.
The seven year old comes to a stop standing toe to toe with the old sheriff.
A grin slowly spreads across Elio’s face, showing his two missing front teeth.
It’s fucking unnerving, and I’m not the only one who thinks so as Kelson flinches in his chair.
“What the fuck?” I murmur under my breath. I don’t know whether to yell or laugh my ass off.
The reason we hadn’t taken care of our guests was because we were missing Kelson and Chewy wanted the whole set.
She’s not wrong, having all five of them and interrogating them where they can see the pain and suffering of each other makes our job easier.
The only problem being that after getting word on Wednesday Kelson had been stood down, he fell off the radar.
Remy had no sightings of the man and she and the Computas have been scouring the internet to find traces of him. Somehow the MC kids found him first.
I turn to stare at Niko and he’s as lost as I am. I know I’m the Pres, but fuck if I know how to deal with this. I’m gonna need a moment. Then it hits me.
“Got a plan, Pres?” Niko asks as he places the pillowcase back over Kelson’s head.
“Yeah. I’m gonna call their moms.”