7. Ronny
7
RONNY
I wait for her breathing to even out, holding her tight and not wanting to let her go yet. I accepted the fact a long time ago that this part of our relationship could possibly not happen.
But it did.
She gave me the ultimate gift: her trust, the part of her that she was terrified to give, and she did it without an ounce of fear in her eyes. I watched her every move to make sure she didn’t slip into the fear.
Not once did that fear flicker in her eyes. I’m so fucking proud of her, of how she put in the work so we can be together.
Fuck me.
I push my nose into her hair, breathing in her scent, and I’m so fucking thankful she is mine.
She is my woman, my heart, and my ole lady, and one day I’m going to marry her ass and have her waddling around with my child in her stomach. I grin into the dark room at the thought of seeing her like that.
I clench my eyes closed, dropping my smile. Trying not to get ahead of myself, but I want it all with Olivia. The urge to protect her, to make sure nothing ever touches her again, is overpowering.
I never understood growing up why the men in my life—my uncles and my own dad—would go to such extremes to protect what they call theirs.
One single look from her, scared, looking at me like I’m her savior, I understand why. I understand the things I would do to protect her. I would sit my ass in jail for the rest of my life if it meant I never saw that flicker of fear in her eyes.
I’m not scared of anything but that fearful look in Olivia’s eyes, it makes me want to fucking puke and kills me to my soul.
I don’t trust anyone with her but my family and her dad. Every person beside that? I don’t trust them. She has been failed by so many people in her life and I would die trying to prevent it from happening again.
She mentioned her mother, about checking up on her. My skin is crawling at the fact that this woman could have an open door to involving herself. Her mother failed her, she chooses everyone and everything over her daughter. Those old wounds could hurt; she could hurt her, and I don’t like those odds.
I growl under my breath, hating that thought, but I know stopping Olivia and taking away her wishes is not something I would do.
She lets out a deep sigh, turning her face into my chest and throwing her leg farther over both of mine, dragging herself closer to me like she is trying to crawl inside of me.
Her breathing is even, deep, and I know she is fast asleep. I drag the blanket farther up her body, tucking her in and kissing the top of her head softly so I don’t wake her up.
Fucking wrecked.
* * *
Olivia
The Next Morning
I’m woken by the feeling of Ronny’s hard dick pressing against my ass cheeks. I grin into my pillow, trying not to move, but I can’t fight the urge to drag myself against him. The movement has me wincing in pain.
I try to stop the hiss from coming out of my mouth at the soreness between my legs, but it’s the most delicious feeling knowing what we did last night.
Ronny cups me between my legs. “Sore?” he asks me, not touching me sexually and just concerned if I’m okay.
I turn around to face him, loving the way his face looks when he first wakes up. He is beautiful, his skin perfect and his lips thick and luscious.
“Just a little bit, but I love feeling you between my legs like this,” I tell him, wanting to reassure him.
He growls under his breath, his hands tightening on my hips. “Fuck, I want you so bad but you’re sore and you need to heal.” He kisses me sweetly, the total opposite of his words.
“I’m not that sore,” I try to argue, but his face is set and I know there won’t be anything to change his mind.
He cups my cheek. “How can you grow more beautiful every day? I’m one lucky fucking bastard.” He lifts me over him so I’m straddling his waist, setting me down on him with his dick sandwiched between my folds.
My hands move to his chest. “Oh God.” I moan, loving the feeling of his dick at my center, my legs shaking from how sensitive I am.
He throws his head back, groaning. “God, you’re a fucking goddess.”
I bite my lip, fighting the urge to not move, to just lift my hips and take him deep inside of me.
“I ache for you inside of me, Ronny.” I sound breathless even to my own ears.
“You’re too sore.” He groans. I lift my hips, not even caring that I’m sore. I bite my lip, wrapping my fingers around his hard dick, and slowly press myself down on him.
My body wants to resist him, but I push harder, slowly working my hips over and over until I manage to slide him in
“Fuck,” he groans. His hands go to my hips as he sits up to kiss me. I moan deeply into his mouth, my legs shaking from the force of stopping myself slamming onto his dick.
Once he’s seated fully, he groans. “Fuck, it’s heaven.” He tightens his hands on my hips, lifting me and slowly sliding me back down, taking the brunt of my weight.
“Easy,” he says to me softly so I don’t hurt myself. The pain mixes with the pleasure, it makes my head dizzy.
His hand sneaks between us, thumbing my clit, and I tuck my face in his shoulder. My breathing ragged as I ride him slowly, deeply.
“I can feel how close you are.” His lips drag down my neck, nipping and sucking lazily.
He turns us over, so my back is on the bed, him between my legs, and my eyes roll back in my head as his dick rubs my G-spot.
My nails drag across his back as I clench hard around him, and I fall. I bite my lip to stop the scream from escaping, my body shaking hard, and he comes a few soft thrusts later.
He gently slips out of me, and I try with all of my might to stop the wince on the tip of my tongue.
“Let me start a hot bath for you, angel.” He crawls out of the bed, giving me a look of longing before stepping into the bathroom.
I move over onto my stomach, hugging his pillow to my face and breathing in his scent. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I groan hoping it’s not work.
The screen lights up and I notice it’s a text. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I lift the phone to read the message and it’s one of my coworkers asking if I can pick up one of her cases because she is sick.
I yawn and read the file she sent over until Ronny comes for me. He is still naked when he walks into the room. I lick my lips, loving the way his body is muscled, hard.
He is delicious.
“Come on, sweet girl.” He takes my hand and sets my phone on the bed. “I need to take that with me so I can read over the file I just got.” I snatch my phone and carry it with me.
He has the lights dimmed in the bathroom and the tub is filled with bubbles. “Thank you for taking care of me.” I lean up on my toes to kiss his cheek, his jaw has a slight stubble on it where he hasn’t shaved yet today.
He holds on to me as I step into the warm water to make sure I don’t fall. The moment I slip into the warm water, I groan at the feeling against my sore muscles.
Once I’m settled, he slides in behind me, my back pressed against his front. His arms wrap around me, cupping my pussy. “I’m sorry if you’re hurting.” His voice is filled with regret.
I giggle. “I’m not, and I’m not even that sore. I like the way I feel,” I reassure him, and lean my head back so I can see Ronny. He looks down and smiles at me.
“If you say so,” he agrees with me. “No sex tonight, though,” he tells me, and I smirk at that.
“We shall see.” His body shakes with laughter.
* * *
I pull up in front of a run-down house. The stairs look like they’re one nail away from collapsing. Some of the boards on the porch are missing, someone could fall through and break their legs.
I pull out my report, noting the hazard. The front door has the doorknob missing, so someone could bust in the door and get inside easily.
I sigh and knock on the door, though through the thin, boarded door I can hear someone cursing. Footsteps can be heard pounding all the way to the door.
The door is thrown open so hard that it falls off its hinges and a ragged woman picks it up, settling it against the door like that it’s normal for your door to be broken off like that.
“Fuck, one of those suit bitches are here to take my kid?” She sighs like I’m the biggest inconvenience and it’s normal for someone to just take their kids.
“Hi, my name is Olivia and I’m with child protective services.” I pull up her file that I printed off which states she gave birth to a baby two weeks ago. Someone reported abuse, which is why I’m here.
She rolls her eyes before they meet mine fully, and those eyes hit me right in the pit of my stomach, because they’re the first set of eyes I have seen that are identical to Ronny’s. This woman is probably in her late forties and she has seen better days.
She steps back and allows me to enter the house. I eye the name on the file and it takes everything in me to not ask if Ronny is related to her.
Those eyes are just like his, but her ones are filled with hatred at the sight of me. She leads me through the house. The floor doesn’t even have any carpet or flooring and the house is super warm to the point it’s uncomfortable.
In a bedroom, she points inside where the baby is lying in the center of the floor in a dog bed.
In a fucking dog bed that is unsafe, where the baby could be smothered. “This is not okay. A baby should not be lying in a dog bed, ma’am. It’s not safe,” I tell her, and I walk over to pick up the newborn baby. She is so tiny.
Her little face is so dirty, telling me this abuse case was legit when someone reported it. I hold the baby close to my chest, noting her diaper is overfilled and hasn’t been changed in God knows how long.
She woman rolls her eyes again and it pisses me off so much, I want to punch her lights out.
“Is this your first baby?” I ask her, swallowing hard to control my rage. I have seen worse cases but this one is hitting me hard.
Her bedroom is threadbare, I don’t see any diapers in sight or baby clothes, and there is a dirty bottle lying on the floor by the dog bed.
“This is my first kid, though I did help take care of my nephew when he was little before he was adopted by some rich fuckers.”
I try not to show my anxiety at her words. “What was his name?” I ask, pretending to make conversation.
“Ronald. He is a pro hockey player now,” she says so casually, like it’s no big deal that she treated her nephew like absolute shit.
Right now, me being a social worker is gone out of the window. I look at this precious angel, who is fast asleep and so vulnerable to the world.
It blows my mind how Ronny made it before Bell adopted him. “Go sit on the couch, please, while I make some calls.” It seems that this whole family is shit.
She leaves me in the room, not caring that she is leaving her daughter with a near stranger. She doesn’t care. She hasn’t changed since she had Ronny and it pisses me the fuck off.
Who do I call?
Do I call the police, or do I handle this MC style?
Then I decide.
I take out my phone and call Maverick; he would recognize this woman and see if it’s actually Ronny’s biological aunt.
“You okay?” he asks me on the first ring because I never call him.
“No, one of my coworkers was sick and I took her case.” I let out a shaky breath. “The woman who answered the door had Ronny’s eyes, and I’m here because they suspected her of abuse and neglect. I think I’m holding Ronny’s cousin in my arms.”
He curses. “Give me the address and I will be there ASAP to see if it’s her.”
I text him the address once he hangs up and I walk out of the house to stand in the front yard to wait for him with the baby.
She doesn’t even bother to see if I’m going to take her child. Her eyes are just glued to the TV.
Twenty minutes later, I hear the bike before I see it, but he didn’t come alone. He brought Smiley and Lane with him also.
They look at the baby then toward the house. My heart is beating so fast. Maverick marches up the steps toward the house, and I bite my lip and follow close behind.
The woman stands up, expression confused when she sees Maverick. “You’re the people that adopted Ronny. You bought him,” she says, grinning. I swear you can see the dollar signs in her eyes.
“I will sell this one for fifty K. I got my tubes tied,” she adds in a rush of words. Rage hits me hard as I look at Lane and hand the baby off to him.
I’m not someone that resorts to violence, but I split the distance between us and punch her hard in the face. Her head whips back so hard, she falls back onto the couch.
“You stupid, pathetic bitch!” I scream at her, fisting my hands at my sides. I want to claw her face off, and I want to hurt her the way she has hurt them.
“Fuck yeah.” Lane laughs and Maverick joins in.
I turn around and look at them all. “I think I need to make a phone call, but one thing is for sure. I will not be letting her have that baby back.”
They all nod in agreement at that.
I step out onto the porch, letting out a deep breath so that I can gather my courage, because this is not a call I want to make.
I don’t want him to see his aunt, she has hurt him and now it’s going to be opening old wounds.
He answers almost instantly. “Hi, sweet girl.”
I close my eyes at his endearment, my heart breaking at the thought of upsetting him.
“Ronny, remember the case that my coworker gave me this morning?” I start, and run my hand over the top of my hair, nervous.
“Did someone hurt you?” he asks me, and I turn my hand over so I can look at my knuckles that are hurting.
“The case that I went to, Ronny, was your aunt. She had a daughter two weeks ago. You have a little cousin.” I just lay it all out to him, because how can you break news like that easily?
“Holy shit! Is she okay?” he asks, and I let the tears fall, sad for this little girl, and for Ronny who has seen the damage of this family firsthand.
“She seems to be, but do you want me to send her to foster care? Or find someone to take of her? I haven’t reported anything yet, so I’ll do whatever you want,” I tell him, and he lets out a deep breath.
It’s silent over the phone, I know he is thinking hard. Do I even want to be a mom? Yes, I do, more than anything. I have always wanted to be.
“You wanted to be a mom, right?” he asks, and I know what he is suggesting, I can practically feel him smiling to myself through the phone.
Maverick comes over to me. “Son, she called me here to make sure it is your biological aunt. We will take her, raise her, if you want us to do that?”
God, they are such good people, and I know they will do everything they can to take care of her. “Darlin’, you didn’t answer me,” Ronny tells me, and I look at Maverick who is grinning at me.
“Looks like we are going to be parents!”
Maverick has a look on his face like he knew that was going to be our choice all along.
She wants fifty thousand dollars, and we need to get her to sign her rights over. I tell him to get the ball rolling. It pisses me off that she wants money, but to me it would be worth it to save us going to court over the little girl.
“Give me the address, I am on my way to you guys after I pick up a car seat for her.”
He hangs up and I look at Maverick, my mind blown that all of this is happening and so fast. I never fathomed that I would be an instant parent.
Maverick puts his hand on my shoulder. “When we saw Ronny, we knew he was meant to be our son, and now I get to be a granddad.” He hugs me, and I hug him back.
“I want to thank you for taking such good care of him. You have given him such a great life and saved him from that evil family.” I hiss the last part, thinking of the way his mother treated him.
Maverick chuckles. “Come on, let’s get inside and talk to the bitch,” he curses her, and I giggle, following him inside of the shack.
Lane is still holding the little girl and he hands her back to me as she is whining, her little fists raised in the air before she moves one her mouth, suckling on it.
She must be hungry.
“Do you have any formula for her?” I ask Ronny’s aunt, but she just looks at me like I’m stupid. I guess that answers that.
“I will have the papers drawn up right now to sign the rights over. I have some judges in my pocket.” Lane winks at me and I let out a deep breath, thankful it’s not going to be a long court battle.
It would have been if I went through the system, which is why I didn’t immediately call them as sometimes the MC way is more efficient.
“Lane, do you think Elle’s doctor would take a look at her? I can take her to her clinic for testing. She feels really light.” I bite my bottom lip, scared that the baby is malnourished.
She is tiny, even for a newborn. She starts to whine again, so I lift her closer to me, snuggling her into my chest.
“I don’t care as long as I get my money. I thought her dad would pay child support or something, but he dropped off the face of the earth.” She sighs like it’s the baby that is the biggest inconvenience.
She leans over onto a broken-down coffee table to grab a pack of cigarettes and lights it up, blowing smoke right in our direction.
“Put that out before I shove it down your throat,” I tell her, the anger burning me deep at the disrespect.
She rolls her eyes like she is a teenager and her mom just scolded her, but she takes the cigarette out of her mouth and stomps it out on the couch arm.
I decide to take the baby out of the house and sit down on the porch step, laying her gently on my knees to look her over. She doesn’t even have a clean diaper for this sweet girl. “You will never have to sit in a dirty diaper again, angel.”
I have her report on the step next to me and I look over at her name. I will give her mother one thing, she gave her a beautiful name—Madeline.
I know she is hungry and it’s killing me that I don’t have anything to give her. “No more hunger either, you have had a long two weeks of your life. But no more.”
She put her in the dog bed like she is an animal, she didn’t even have a proper bed for the child. How can someone treat a newborn baby so poorly? It’s breaking my heart.
Not too much time has passed and two trucks are thundering down the roadway, pulling to a stop at the curb. The first truck I don’t recognize, but I know Ronny’s.
The door to the first truck opens and I see a man get out in a suit holding a briefcase, walking straight to me. “Is this her?” he asks me, and I nod.
“This is Madeline.” He looks over her and sighs before he walks inside of the house.
Ronny is practically running to me and stops right before he touches me, looking at the baby.
“Fuck, she is so tiny, baby,” he says softly, like he is scared of spooking her.
“She really is,” I agree, rubbing her thin cheek.
“Can you guys come in now?” Lane asks us, and Ronny helps me stand with Madeline in my arms. I hold her in the crook of my arm.
On the table is a ton of cash and I swallow hard that this is really happening, we are practically buying this baby, but it’s to save her life.
The woman looks up when she sees Ronny and her mouth opens in shock. “Holy shit, you grew up,” she says, not even bothering with a ‘How are you?’ or ‘Are you okay?’
She leans forward and signs a couple of different documents without hesitation or really reading them.
Then we are waved forward, and we sign the papers next. I catch the glimpse of the words “signing over parental rights” to me and Ronny.
But I really don’t care and I’m sure that this is all not legal. Ronny eyes his aunt, a disgusted look on his face.
It’s hard to believe that Ronny is from that family—no, he’s Maverick and Bell’s through and through.
The money is slid over in front of her, the papers are stuffed back in the briefcase, and that is that.
“Can I smoke now?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.
I close my eyes, fighting with myself to not knock her out. “Do you have her papers?” I ask her, knowing that it would help to have some records of Madeline or I’d have to chase them through the system.
And I’m calling into work for a vacation because there is no way I’m leaving this little girl until she is situated and content in her new home.
She nods her head over to a broken dining room table where there is a folder, and I’m glad she didn’t throw it all away.
Ronny walks over and takes the papers. He doesn’t look at her again, and we all walk out of that house with a baby girl in my arms.
She never once tries to stop us, not giving a damn about the baby.
Maverick looks at Ronny. I know he is making sure he is okay. He opens the truck and pulls out the car seat, looking over the directions to make sure he is placing it correctly in the truck.
Lane, Smiley, and Maverick help him, and I can’t resist the urge to take a picture of all of them working together and send it to their wives.
An idea hits me, and who better to help me get everything I need than Elle? I shoot her a text while I wait. She texts back and offers to go shopping for us with Christopher.
Ronny takes Madeline from me and gently sets her in the seat, his hands moving gently as he moves her little arms into the seat belt straps. “Fuck, how do you keep from breaking them?”
I laugh and help him get the straps to the correct place on her chest. “I asked Elle if she could help us get what we need.” I don’t have the first clue what a baby needs. “She offered to go get everything for us.”
We need to get this sweet girl checked out and settled. “I will follow behind you to the clinic.” I kiss Ronny on his lips softly, looking into his eyes to make sure he is good.
He kisses my forehead, letting me know he is okay. I go to my car and get inside, ready to call my boss to take the time off. That goes over poorly since we are understaffed.