Chapter 24
Thorin
We are in church, and Winger is going over the jobs that he has taken on for the club this week. It has been two days since the attack and I told Delaney everything.
She has kept her distance, been cold even. I fucking hate it.
Sure, we have slept in the same bed, but she keeps to her side and will not even let me kiss her. I feel like I opened my dead heart to her, and she fucking stomped on it. Yet I gave her what she wanted.
I’ll never understand women.
When I told her that I had to leave for a run to Boston, she almost looked relieved that I was leaving, and that was like a kick to the gut.
Not taking no for an answer, I kissed her goodbye.
She melted into me, her hands gripping my cut, so I felt some hope from that, but now I feel a twinge in the faint bond between us.
Also, it was Skyla who informed me that Delaney seems to be benefitting from some of my vampire powers, like speed and agility. I will need to push that with her when we get back from the run, which should be later tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on if we get the pixie or not.
I am itching to get on the road already, so we can get this job sorted and I can get back to deal with the issues between Delaney and myself.
We have to collect pixie blood and hair, for what I have zero fucking idea, but it puts money in the bank and that is all I care about.
What Delaney does not know is that if anything happens to me, she gets all of my money.
Winger knows the banking details and will make sure she gets every cent, including the six-bedroom home I have here in Salem and the townhouse I have in Boston.
“You all know what you have to do. Camo, take Thorin and Halen with you. Rush, take Cotton and Shift to old man Dan, to help him with his flowers.” The men nod.
Dan is an older man, human, who grows flowers, and most think nothing of it, as he owns a flower shop with his daughter. But, what people do not know is that the sneaky fucker turns a lot of his growth into poison and he sells it.
Everyone needs an extra income these days.
“We have a construction company coming to fix the wall today; they have been vetted by Cotton, so everything should be good but still, keep your eyes and ears peeled for anyone doing shit they should not be doing.”
“Will do, Pres. Do we have permission to inflict pain if we see something?” Rush asks, rubbing his hands together, while grinning like a fool.
Shaking my head, I smile at him. He is one fucked-up motherfucker, but he makes a joke of everything, so people always underestimate him. Looking like a model with his dazzling smile and flopping blond hair, who should be on some kind of runway, people see him as a pretty face, but he is cunning.
“Report to me first.” Winger looks at him with a look we know all too well.
“Yes, Sir.” He salutes Pres, who shakes his head.
“Is there anything else that needs to be brought up?”
Winger looks around at each member at the table, his gaze lingering on mine, making me stiffen slightly.
“Your girl good?” Running my tongue over my teeth, I fucking knew he would bring her up, just to put me on the spot. They have seen the ice queen act she is throwing my way.
“She is good.” I sit up straighter in my seat. “I told her everything, and she did not like what I had to say.” I shrug it off.
“Everything? Surely Delaney would understand your reason,” Cotton says.
“You must have fucked up somewhere. Del, she has only ever wanted to know the truth?” Camo adds.
“I do not know what you want me to tell you. I told her all of my past. Ophelia. Olwen, coming here, everything.” I shrug, but when I say her name, they all sit up straighter.
“Brother, did you confess to wanting to turn Olwen?” This comes from Halen.
“I didn’t need to. She guessed.”
“Shit.”
“Fucking hell, no wonder she is pissed at you,” Oryn snaps.
“Do you now see why she is angry with you? You fell in love with a fucking human, and was planning on turning her into a vampire, so you could spend the rest of your life with her,” Camo adds, making me angry.
“Fuck off, brother. You should have my back on this. You knew what the hell I went through and what she went through. How the fuck could I tie her to me after that?”
“You fucking support and love her, you cunt,” he growls. “Remember who the fuck you are speaking to, motherfucker.”
“I thought I was speaking to a brother and a friend, someone who should have my back through anything. I fucking love Delaney, alright. I fucking hate that she is hurting and hating me right now, but she won’t talk to me, won’t listen to what I have to say.
This is me giving her space to work through what I told her. ”
“Are you planning on turning her?” My head snaps to look at Halen, who is looking at me passively. “Completing the bond and Blood Oath.”
All of my brothers are watching me, waiting for what I say next and fuck, I am still unsure about what the future holds. Delaney and I have so much to talk about still, but hell, right now she hates me.
“I can’t answer that.” Winger’s face shows no emotion.
Camo mutters under his breath, and some of the other men shake their heads.
“Then let her go,” is all Halen says, and it is enough to make me see red.
“SHE IS MINE!” I roar, pushing from my seat, my chair falling to the ground. “She is not going anywhere.”
The men grit their teeth, but do not move or say anything.
“I am fucking done,” I snarl and leave the room.
Marching back to my room where my go-bag is kept, Delaney is curled up on our bed, her Kindle in her hands. She looks amazing.
Dressed in only my old KOAMC T-shirt and purple lace panties, her hair is held back by a skull clip she uses.
She sees I am not in the mood to talk, so she says nothing. Usually, she would soothe my anger, but she is part of it right now, so I need to leave before I say something I might regret.
Stepping over to the closet, I pull open the door and pick up my duffle bag. I can feel her eyes on me, but she says nothing. I fucking hate it; I want her to talk to me, to say anything.
This stupid place we are in needs to fuck right off, so we can move on.
The guys and she think that I do not understand why she is hurt and upset with the Olwen thing, but I do, more than she thinks. It gutted me seeing the look of devastation on her face when I said nothing.
With a sigh, my shoulders drop in defeat.
Turning to face her, her eyes are sad, adding another punch to the gut.
“Me and the guys are leaving for Boston in ten.” I step toward the bed, and Delaney gets to her knees, moving toward me.
Shit that is sexy, like some teen-boy porn movie fantasy.
The material of my shirt stops mid-thigh, and I know what is under there, what is hiding from me.
Stopping at the edge, I meet her, my fingers flexing with the need to reach out to touch her. She looks into my eyes, biting her lip.
I groan at the little action, and her eyes flash with heat.
“Thorin.” Her hands land on my chest.
Mine slide over her hips, under the material. Her skin is hot and smooth, making my dick hard.
“I know I fucked up. My chest feels like it is caving in with how much I have hurt you. When I get back, we will go to my house and talk. No club. No interruptions. Just us.”
“You have a house?” Her head tilts to the side.
I smile and nod. “I do. About thirty minutes from here.”
“Okay.” Banging on my door has me snarling.
“Fuck off.” My girl giggles.
“Got to move, brother.”
“Go. Come back safe and we will talk.”
“Kiss me.” My hand slips around her neck, my fingers digging into her hair, then I crash my lips against hers.
She moans and whimpers, while our tongues duel for control, and damn, it is hot that she is as hungry for me as I am her.
“You need to go.” She breaks the kiss, her voice soft, breathy.
“Fuck, I will be back tonight.” With one more kiss, I leave, meeting my brothers out front.
With what just happened, hope fucking blooms in my chest again. I know it is not solved but fuck, it is a start.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Camo calls to me from his bike.
“Just had my woman’s mouth on mine.” I wink at him.
The guys cheer and whistle, making me grin wider.
Fuck yeah.
We ride out, hitting the highway to Boston.
Tonight we hunt for a pixie, one with white hair and purple eyes.
We have intel that she works in an art gallery, where they make art out of recycled stuff. Fucking pixies love tinkering with broken things.
It does not take us long to get to Boston and find the gallery.
It is in an artsy part of the city.
We park our bikes, and a group of women walk past us, all checking us out. I wink at the redhead, making her giggle.
“Every fucking time, brother. We can’t take you anywhere.” Halen chuckles, stepping onto the sidewalk, eye-fucking them as they walk by.
“What can I say, the women love me, but they do nothing for me, man. My dick only wants my girl.”
We walk down the street toward the gallery, all three of us scanning the area looking for potential dangers. With the supernaturals and humans coexisting, threat levels can be hit or miss. It depends on whether something criminal happens and they use it for a political reasons and set off society.
Walking past a store with lingerie on display in the window, I spot a set of red lace panties and bra with garter straps. Now, that would look fucking hot on my girl as I smear my blood into her skin, while she takes my cock.
Reaching down, I adjust my dick, just as two women walk toward us. They both drop their gazes to my crotch, then lick their lips, looking back up at me. I smirk as we pass, and one reaches for my wrist.
“We are going to the club one block over. Come with us.”
“Not interested. Got a woman at home.” I shake off her touch before catching up with my brothers.
“Glad you made the right choice,” Camo comments.
I punch him in the shoulder, making him laugh.
“Delaney is the only one for me, man.”