Chapter 18
FINGER
“Do you have any injuries other than the bruises I can see, Cilla?” Scalpel asks, and I study Cilla’s face as she answers to make sure she doesn’t whitewash over anything.
“No, they didn’t have me long enough to hurt me, and you know, I think they are a bit on the simple side. I mean who kidnaps someone then leaves them on their own without even closing the door?”
Stepping closer to the bed Cilla is laid on I ask, “Did they hurt you apart from hitting you on the head?”
“No, they dumped me in a room and walked away. I got away when they left the building and left the door to the room open. I walked out and then ran. I was lucky that I got a lift here.”
Scalpel gives me a nod. “The bump is okay, no broken skin. You will just have to take it easy, Cilla. No rushing around. All you need is time to allow the slight concussion to pass. You have not felt any sickness or anything, right?”
“No, I am okay. I have a hard head,” Cilla laughs, obviously making light of the whole thing.
“You can take Cilla now. She needs to rest, so get her tucked up in your room and watch her if she sleeps. But I am not overly worried about her. It is as I said a slight concussion, and I don’t foresee any problems.” Scalpel opens the door, and I take Cilla by surprise when I pick her up and carry her out.
“I can walk, Mason.”
I kiss her nose but keep walking. I am going to get her into bed and let her rest. She needs to chill the fuck out for a while, and that is exactly what she is going to do.
It is supper time, and I have brought Cilla down to eat as she was annoyed she was being held for ransom in her room. Well, that is how she saw it, and I have to admit my laughing at her comment didn’t help her mood.
“Pyro is here,” Cilla sighs as she informs me. She is giving a blank face, which is where I think she is seeing Pyro. “I’m not doing anything tonight, Pyro. Stop pestering.”
“What does he want?” I can’t help but ask.
Cilla looks at me tiredly, “He said to tell Tracker ZeBach has moved and the club needs to make a move before next Friday.”
“Why?”
“Well, it looks like ZeBach has a new base where he is going to gather his men,” Cilla says these things so calmly, and with such conviction you cannot do anything but believe what she is telling you.
“Okay, you need to tell Pres.”
“Tell Pres what?” Tracker appears from nowhere and takes a seat across from Cilla.
Now, we’ve all seen how fascinated Tracker is with all the dead people that keep appearing. I’m sure if he could sign up for seeing and hearing them the fucker would. “Cilla said Pyro is here.” I don’t get to say more before Tracker holds his hand up for me to be quiet.
Cilla sighs again, and I’m sure it is tiresome always having to give messages to people. “Pyro says that ZeBach is moving to new premises and is gathering his men. You’ll have to make your move before next Friday. That gives you a week to find him and do whatever it is you are going to do.”
Tracker reaches forward and takes Cilla’s hand between his own.
I grit my teeth because I don’t like it.
I don’t like him touching her, but it’s Tracker...
he is not interested in her. I can see he is just trying to soothe her because she really doesn’t want to be doing this right now.
Speaking calmly, Tracker asks, “Do you have any idea where this new location is?”
Cilla closes her eyes, and we wait because we know she’s doing whatever it is she does when she speaks to the dead people, ghosts, spooks, or whatever you want to call them.
“Do you know Riverview Estates?” Cilla asks, and I look at Tracker.
“We know Riverview Estates. Is that where he is going to be hiding?” Tracker asks intently.
“Pyro said the warehouse with the jars on top. I don’t know what that means.”
“I know what that means, Cilla. Thank you. When is ZeBach moving to this location?” Tracker pushes.
Cilla looks tired again, and when Bessy places a pot pie with a side of vegetables and brown gravy, she looks at it longingly. Cilla, however, looks at Tracker again. “Now. He’s getting his men to gather with him now. That’s where he will be by the end of the day.”
“Thank you, Cilla,” Tracker says, and any fool can tell he means it. He is grateful that she has this ability and is helping by using it.
After we have eaten our meal and everyone has spoken to Cilla, I quickly get us both to my room. “It’s getting to you isn’t it, Cilla?”
“What is?”
“The amount of contact the dead brothers are giving you?”
“It drains me. It is psychic energy, and it is like using, for example, a laptop without it being plugged into a power source. The power you hold drains and you need to eat and rest to restore that power. I’m just not used to three dead people...
” which she says pointedly, “following me around in a rotation and constantly talking. The three of them always have something to say.”
“Brothers, you need to give her time to rest. When something urgent happens, if she is depleted in her energy, she may not be able to tell us. Back off, let her rest.”
Fuck, I’m talking to the dead and I can’t even see if they are here.
Cilla giggles, which grabs my attention, and she’s smiling with such glee that I can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on.
“Pyro went poof and disappeared. He heard you and left. That is cool. I’ve never seen that happen before.” Cilla gives me another smile, then changes the subject by asking where I’m sleeping tonight.
“It’s time I explained something to you.
” I take a deep breath, settle my back against the headboard, and pull Cilla to me.
She rests her head on my neck and shoulder while wrapping her arms around me.
“When I told you to call me Mason, it meant I’ve claimed you as mine.
That means my woman. I’ll be asking in church if anyone has any objection to you being my old lady.
If they do, I’ll beat the fuck outta them until they agree. ”
“You mean girlfriend?”
“No, by being my old lady, it means you are my wife in the eyes of the club.” I feel Cilla wriggle until she’s looking up at me. “It’s a good thing. You will have your own cut, which we call a property patch, and on the back, it will have the club’s logo and will say Property of Finger.”
“I’m not sure about being anyone’s property, Mason.”
I don’t really know how to explain the property thing so she can see it’s not property as in possession.
“Hmm, okay, property of means you are mine, and if anyone touches you, they will have to answer to me. I will protect you against everyone and everything that may threaten you. Except for the dead people, because let's face facts, I can’t do fuck all to them.”
“That’s true, but you know I can block them out when I really need to. But that in itself drains energy. My head gets tired, and I need quiet for that tiredness to disappear.”
“I can understand that having people talking to you all the time has to be tiring, annoying, and distracting. I don’t think I’d like it at all,” I say it with all sincerity. I really don’t think I’d be the best person to speak to dead people.
“I’m in this with you for the long haul, Cilla. I want to marry you, build a house here on the compound, have babies...”
“Babies, you want to have babies with me?” Cilla is sitting up now and turned to face me.
“Of course I want babies. More than one.”
Cilla has tears in her eyes and I’m thinking, Fuck, did I say something wrong? Does she not want children? Before I can ask, Cilla climbs over my thighs, grabs my face between her hands, and slams her mouth onto mine.
Holy shit, she can kiss. I thought our first kiss was something else, but our chemistry is strong, and I could kiss her all day long, every day.
Being an alpha type of male, I can’t help but take control of the kiss, and I taste every inch of her mouth. When she leans away from me, her eyes are glassy and her lips are pouting. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“We need to stop, or I’m going to be taking this and us to the next step, Cilla. I’m going to make you mine in all ways imaginable.”
“I’m okay with that, Mason. But I need a shower and an hour’s rest because my head is aching some,” Cilla kisses me gently before climbing from the bed and walking into the adjoining bathroom.
Glancing at the clock beside the bed, I see it’s 3:00 a.m. I must have fallen asleep while waiting for Cilla to finish in the shower.
I’m still dressed and am more than a little hot.
Cilla is lying beside me and she is tucked under my arm, nose in my neck, leg over the nearest thigh, and one of her arms thrown over my waist. A little like a spider monkey is my thought, which has me smirking to myself.
Squeezing out from under her took quite some time, but I managed it without waking her. I close the bathroom door behind me, use the toilet, and then strip off and take a quick shower.
Climbing back into bed, I can’t help but look at Cilla lying on her back, head to the side and lightly snoring. I smirk to myself because I am not even going to try resisting.
I kiss my way down her neck, which after a moment or two gains me a moan, which I have to say vibrates through me. Her eyes half open, and she gives a sexy as fuck grin. Her hands roam up my arms and shoulders, which are on either side of her as I have slid over the top of her.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders a little more before she tugs my hair a little at the bottom of my neck.
Arching into me, which is a silent plea for more. You can bet I meet her needs and show her how intense I can be. Our bodies meet each other and feels primal and intimate, although it is only skin against skin.
For this blissful moment, nothing in the world matters to me. The bedroom and Cilla are all I think and feel. The sense of our skin meeting is building our passion. The kiss has become breathing each other's breath, our taste and urgency combining.
This is not about just the merging of bodies, but of our souls, a connection so profound that promises us both forever. Something that has come so easily, but fiercely.
“Now, Mason...”
A beautiful sound to my soul and I position myself over Cilla and slide inside slowly, tenderly, and savor every inch. When Cilla urges me to move, wriggling and gripping my ass cheeks, I start to slide in and out with a gentle rhythm.
Grabbing my ass harder, I respond with a low groan that rumbles from my chest. I move slowly at first, rocking in a way designed to deepen our connection.
Cilla’s breath hitches when I speed up the pace and she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts.
The tempo builds and our breathing labors.
Throwing her head back, a soft cry escapes her as her passion soars.
I move fast, chasing a release while moving my hand between us and pinching her clit just enough for her to explode.
The tightness as she explodes grips me like a vice, and I cannot hold back longer.
I cry out her name as I slam into her hard one more time.
That is the point that I pour myself into her, slam my mouth over hers, and kiss her hard.
Pulling the sheet up and over us, we remain entangled for quite a long time. Enjoying the moment. We murmur to each other, bringing softness to our completion.
Cilla murmurs, “Mason.”
I answer her with a soft, “Mine!”
To my surprise and delight, Cilla responds, “Yours, and you are mine.”