10. Olivia
10
OLIVIA
ONE WEEK LATER
Girls’ night
It’s been a week since we adopted Madeline. The first few days were tough because we needed to find a routine, but the burns on her bottom are much better and it seems she is more comfortable.
Tonight, Bell and Maverick are coming over to babysit so we can all go out. It started with us girls going out but then Ronny put his foot down and said there was no way in hell I was going without him.
To some girls, it would piss them off if their partner said there was no way in hell she would go without him, but it was so fucking sexy to me.
So, Ronny, Christopher, Zach, and Carter are coming out with us tonight to keep us out of trouble.
Tiana is usually the one that starts said trouble and the rest of the girls follow suit, then I try to keep them from going to jail if anyone is brave enough to arrest an MC princess—and Lord help them if they are.
A thought hits me. Technically, I guess I am an MC princess since my dad is now a member of the MC.
I finish up my makeup, spritz some setting spray, and tease out my hair a bit more to give me a tousled, sexy look.
I’m wearing a tight dress that is hugging my every curve, and my ass looks great if I do say so myself.
I have gained some weight over the last few weeks and I’m not mad about it, because I’m happy. Ronny makes it is mission to feed me whenever he can.
Tonight, I won’t be drinking. I don’t think I’m pregnant, but I don’t want to chance anything even if there is a slim possibility that I could be.
God, I hope so because of the way Ronny is with Madeline. He is the best dad, so hands-on with everything.
One thing that has been nagging at the back of my mind is if I will be going back to work or not. I love my job, but the week I have been out I have fallen in love with just being Madeline’s mom.
Elliot, my coworker, isn’t helping the case. His texts are getting frantic, asking when I’m coming back to work and why I’m taking so long. I would’ve thought he would have been glad that I wasn’t there.
Right on cue he texts me again. It’s like he misses me or something, but he seems to hate me while I’m at the office. It’s very bizarre and honestly, it’s making me not want to go back at all.
It’s on my mind to ask Ronny what he thinks about it. He has found an older ice-skating rink that he is wanting to turn into a hockey rink so he can start his classes and coach.
It’s run-down but he has a crew going in Monday morning to get started on the refurbishment of the rink. He is so excited, and I think that I’d rather take care of our angel so he can do what he loves.
I know that I’d have a host of babysitters if I wanted or needed them, but I like being here for the little things. Her first little smile, the way she holds my fingers as I feed her.
I love it. I never knew I would love being a mom this much.
Ronny walks into our bedroom, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of me.
I guess I did good.
His eyes make a slow path from my toes to the top of my head. “Fuck, I’m one lucky bastard.”
His reaction is exactly what I was hoping for. I wanted him to swallow his tongue. But I think I’m the one to swallow mine.
His jeans are hugging his thighs, thick and powerful. My mind goes straight to the feeling of those hips between mine.
I press my legs together, feeling turned on. “What is that look for?” he asks, his voice husky.
I lick my lips, trying to calm myself down because our family is right downstairs. He reaches behind himself sneakily and the lock gives a soft click, letting me know exactly what he has planned for me.
He stalks toward me like I’m his prey, and I hold my breath in anticipation. It doesn’t matter that we have had sex multiple of times now, I still get butterflies.
His fingers snake into my hair that is wild and teased out to the heavens. He uses the hair fisted in his hands to drag me the rest of the way to him and my body slams into his.
“I bet my angel is soaked for me already.” His lips barely graze against my ear, goosebumps breaking out across my skin, all the way down my arms.
“I won’t take that bet,” I answer, and he chuckles at my response. He snakes his hand between my legs. I’m wearing a thin pair of lace panties.
“Fucking soaked.” He growls, his hands gripping my hips, and he sets me down on the bed. “I need a taste.”
He drops to his knees before me, his hands running between my legs. “You’re soaked down almost to your knees.”
His eyes are on mine, hot and heavy, and I’m desperate for him to fill me. I crave his dick like I haven’t had any food in a long-ass time and he is a delicious steak.
A kiss is gently pressed at my knee, before he drags his tongue up my thigh, all the way to my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth, teasing me.
My back arches, and I press my fist to my mouth so I don’t make any noise. “Don’t make a sound, angel. I don’t think you want my parents to hear you come all over my face,” he says wickedly.
My head falls back, and I try not to die as he licks my inner thighs clean before moving back to my pussy, giving it his full attention.
“Oh God,” I whisper into my fist over and over. I am so sensitive right now.
His hands move under my ass, lifting me off the bed and eating me like his life depends on it, and I scream on the inside regardless of how much I want to yell out my pleasure.
This is the worst kind of torture but the best at the same time.
“Fuck me, please,” I plead with him, needing to feel him inside of me. His hard, heavy body pressed over mine.
“Come on my tongue first.” He growls deeply, eating me harder, sucking deeper. Two fingers slide inside of me, curling to drag across my G-spot.
I fall.
My thighs are shaking hard, falling down onto the bed with my legs slipping off his shoulders and onto the floor.
He turns me around so that my hands are on the bed, my ass hanging off the edge, and my feet on the floor. “If I hear a peep out of you, angel, I will stop.”
I hear his belt buckle rattle and peek back to look at him. Ronny grips his dick in his hand, stroking from the tip to the base.
My whole body is shaking in anticipation even though only hours ago I came on his dick twice, but it’s never enough with my man.
He scoops up some of my wetness that is starting to run down my thighs, catching it before slipping his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean.
“Delicious.” He groans, slipping his dick inside me to the hilt, my body arching as I adjust to his size. His dick is huge, dragging along my walls as I strain to stretch around him.
His large hands are braced on my hips, pulling me back to his body. “God, I could live inside of you. I want to fill you up over and over until you’re carrying my baby.”
I moan at his words, burning me alive. “Your pussy is clenching around me, trying to stop me from leaving you. You love my dick, don’t you?”
His dirty talk has me coming hard, clenching even harder around him, pulsating. “Fuck,” he groans, shaking as he slams harder and harder into me, prolonging my orgasm, sending me right into another one. This one harder than the last.
I bury my face into the bed, not caring if my makeup gets messed up. His hands are tight on my hips, slamming into me to the hilt and filling me hard, coming.
The room is completely silent besides our ragged breathing. Ronny slips out of me and I hiss at the sudden loss, wanting that heat back.
I turn around on my back, trying to catch my breath, realizing my panties were ripped from my body at one point and thrown onto the floor.
My dress is pushed up around my hips and my bottom half is exposed. Ronny smirks. “I’m half tempted to take you to the club with me dripping out of you.” He seems satisfied at the thought.
I hobble to the bathroom with my legs pressed together, and he busts out laughing at the sight of me walking like this. I flip him off over my shoulder.
* * *
An Hour Later
I had to hug Madeline for a good thirty minutes while Ronny went over her routine with his parents for the third time, and they just let him.
He is worried about leaving her just as much as I am. Madeline is much healthier than when we first got her. Her rash has improved, and she had a checkup just this morning. She has even gained weight and that made me very happy, even though she is still under the threshold she needs to be.
We are on his Ronny’s bike. He has me wrapped in a leather jacket to keep me warm, my body flush against his back to keep me covered so I don’t flash anyone.
Ronny is wearing his cut over his button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tattoos on display, and I run my hands along his forearms to his shoulders, loving how hard he is under my palms.
The best part is that he is all mine.
The club comes into view, so he slows down and pulls into the parking lot next to a row of bikes.
He turns off the engine and helps me get off without flashing everyone my goods. I take off his jacket and he places it in the saddle bag for later.
He takes my hand and looks behind me, then fixes my dress at the back, pulling it down.
Ronny moves me away from the traffic, with me closer to the building. In front of me is a metal grate, and I sigh. Why in the world would a club have a metal grate when women are wearing heels? That is a disaster in the making.
Instead of me having to tiptoe through it, Ronny lifts me up easily and walks me across. I shake my head, smiling at the way he is. “God, you know how much I love you?” I just feel the need to tell him.
He stops in his tracks, cupping my face. “I love you, my girl.” I will never tire of him saying that.
I’m living a dream.
The door to the club opens and we are hit with the sounds of loud music, people talking, and the smell of alcohol.
“Let’s go in, we need make sure Christopher and Zach are still alive.” Ronny takes my hand again and walks us inside. We stop to let our eyes adjust to see if we can see the girls.
After a few moments, we spot them at the right side of the room where it’s roped off for us.
Ronny tucks me close to his side to make sure no one nudges into me, causing me to fall.
Carter, one of the kids of a close family friend to the club, sees us and opens the rope. “Thank God, I need backup,” he mutters, and looks over to his sister Arabella who happens to be laughing and smirking at the meanest-looking guy in the club.
Tiana is sitting in one of the seats, eyeing someone across the floor. I look over, following her gaze to see another huge fucker wearing a cut from a club I don’t recognize.
The man turns around and leans against the back of the bar, eyeing her with just as much attention.
“Fuck me, do you see that man?”
Uh, that is not a man. He is a whole-ass mountain towering over everyone. Her dad is a scary fucker, but I think this man trumps him.
“Do you know that club?” I ask Ronny.
He looks to where I’m looking and Christopher comes over too, pulling Elle with him. “I think they’re the club that opened up the next town over. We had a meeting with them to make sure they were legit, and they are—they are just a newer and rougher club,” he tells us, and Tiana sits up a little straighter at that.
Oh shit.
She uncrosses her legs. “I think I need to get a drink.” She gives me a wicked grin that tells me she is going to get in trouble.
“I think I better go with her,” I tell Ronny, Elle, and Arabella.
Right on cue, Mia walks over to us. “Ohh, what’s going on?” she asks, excited. She is in school to be a doctor just like her mom.
Then it’s like the floodgates are opened, all of the MC kids are swarming in. Morgan is with Trenton and Matthew.
Cassandra and Greyson are behind them. Cassandra is the princess of the Devil Souls MC and Greyson is the future president.
Cash and Creed are Mia’s brothers. And there’s Mason, Cole, Harlan, and Livie who has the same name as me.
The roped-off area just got a whole lot smaller. Ronny doesn’t let me leave without him and he follows us gang of girls to the bar.
Elle is close to my side, nervous around people drinking because of what happened to her when she was seventeen, plus she is not old enough to drink even though the barman would not tell her no.
No is a word the MC doesn’t understand, because they run this town and everyone in it.
Tiana doesn’t go up to the mountain man like I thought she would, she is leaning over the bar with her ass almost hanging out of her dress. Ronny looks up at the ceiling like it’s the most interesting thing.
Elle and I notice, trying not to laugh at his reaction. “Hot damn, your ass is fire.” Trixie comes out of nowhere. she has her mother’s personality to a T and she is wild.
The mountain man finally looks over at her comment, giving Tiana his full attention for the first time, but she grins at Trixie. “Thank you, darlin’, I’m just mad that I don’t have those jugs like you’ve got.”
We all laugh, and they start commenting on everyone’s body parts that they’re jealous of.
The guys have made their way over at this point and they’re entirely uncomfortable. Isn’t this the best? “How in the world do you manage to survive daily while that ole man of yours looks at you with those eyes?”
“Someone has to do it.” I wink at her, hoping she gets my double meaning. She does and she busts out laughing.
Ronny puts his hand on my ass, sitting down on the barstool beside me. Either the music isn’t as loud right now or I’m getting used to the volume.
I turn around and decide that this is the time I talk about the work situation. Ronny has told me over the years that I didn’t even need to work, but maybe his thoughts are different now?
“What’s that face for?” he asks me, taking a drink of his soda. He is not drinking tonight—or any of the guys, for that matter.
“I just wanted to talk about work.” I put my hand on his thigh, moving between his legs and bringing me closer to him.
He waits for me to continue. “I think I want to stay at home and not go back to work.” He rubs my hip.
“That’s fine with me. You know I have enough money to take care of everything.”
I smile. “I knew you wouldn’t mind but I still wanted to discuss this with you. I loved being a social worker, but I love you and Madeline more. Maybe one day when she is in school I could back, but she needs a lot of care right now.”
His expression lightens. He opens his mouth to say something, but he stops to look at something over my shoulder.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” an annoying-sounding voice says, and I swing around to see Elliot standing behind me, shocking me.
And boy is he pissed.
“What the hell?” I say.
Ronny stands up, moving me around so that I’m standing slightly behind him to protect me if Elliot turns crazier, which wouldn’t surprise me at the moment. His eyes have a crazy look to them.
Elliot has always been weird, but this is strange behavior even for him. Or he has been hiding his inner thoughts or his personality.
I clear my throat, gathering myself. Elle takes ahold of my hand like she is trying to give me support, but she is shaking and so am I.
No matter how many years go by, being confronted by an angry man is not something I will ever get used to. It’s like it puts my body in flight-or-fight mode.
“What is your problem, Elliot?” I ask him, confused about why he seems to be angry as Elle holds my hand tighter.
Christopher looks at our joined hands then moves closer to Ronny’s side until we are almost completely hidden.
That pisses Elliot off more. “Why the fuck are you hiding her?” he yells at Ronny and Christopher, causing me to flinch at his tone. I press my face to Ronny’s back, the smell of his leather cut soothing me, and I gather myself.
“You never answered me, Elliot. What is this about?” I ask, peeking out from behind Ronny so I can look at him. Though it seems to just piss him off more.
His whole body is trembling like he is filled with rage. “You can’t quit.” His hand fists his beer bottle.
I blink once, twice, confused once again. “Yes, I can and I will,” I tell him bluntly, not letting him intimidate me even though I’m unsteady on the inside.
Ronny puts his hand on my hip to stop me from moving forward anymore. He is completely silent and it’s eerie. His body is taut and ready to attack.
How is Elliot not shitting his pants? He is surrounded by cuts and even the mountain man has Tiana hidden behind him.
The guys make a circle, Elliot right in the middle, blocking him from view of the other clubgoers.
Elliot leans to the side to get a better look at me, his voice pleading. “You can’t leave me. I have loved you from the second I saw you! You won’t even answer my texts.” His voice gets louder with every word until he is yelling at me.
“Elliot, where is this coming from?” I ask him, trying not to raise my voice in return. I can tell he is close to breaking and I don’t want any violence.
He runs his hands over his face, almost dropping his beer bottle on the ground. Then he smacks the bottle against his forehead once, twice, three times.
Is he having a psychotic breakdown? That’s the only thing I can think to explain why he is doing all this. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?” I ask him, keeping my voice soothing or as much as it can be in this club with its thundering music.
I’m actually concerned about him. I don’t care about the guy, but no one deserves to have a mental breakdown and not get help.
He changes moods in the blink of an eye, directing his glare to me, and it takes my breath away to see the hatred on his face.
Ronny pushes me behind him once more and my eyes widen in shock.
Elliot screams, throwing his head back like he is the Hulk. “I don’t need you to call shit! I love you! Then this fucker came along and you’ve left me!” he yells. He throws his beer bottle toward me and I flinch back, waiting for it to hit me.
Ronny catches it before it can touch anyone, beer splashing all over us.
Everything happens in slow motion.
Ronny snaps before grabbing Elliot by his throat and lifting him off the ground.
Elliot screams, spit flying from his mouth, and I cringe at the sight.
Ronny tightens his hand around Elliot throat, you can see the strength in his arms as he squeezes harder and harder until Elliot’s eyes roll back in his head.
Ronny is furious. I see several of his brothers step back because holy hell, he looks terrifying right now.
“She is mine, you have no claim to her,” Ronny declares, jerking Elliot, his head flopping back and forth, but Ronny doesn’t let go of his throat.
Ronny’s jaw is clenched, nostrils flared, and I know he is trying to hold back and not kill him. “You are nothing to her. She is my woman, and she is the mother of my daughter.” Elliot looks like he is seconds away from passing out before Ronny drops him to the ground.
Elliot stops moving, his face turning completely blue from the lack of oxygen. Ronny opens his hand and gives Elliot a disgusted look. Elliot hits the ground hard. His head smacks against the concrete floor with a sickening thud that turns my stomach.
Elliot groans in pain, holding his throat, and opens his eyes to look up at us. Ronny takes ahold of my hand as Elliot pushes himself to his feet. He is unsteady, almost toppling to the side.
Elliot is still holding his throat, glaring at me, and I duck my head behind Ronny at the heat of his gaze. I’m in shock that this is all happening. “I loved you, I waited for you, and you’re leaving me.” He sobs, his voice cracking.
Why is this happening to me? I swear, I’m the only that attracts weirdos like this. I was doing my job. Why do some men not accept no for an answer? It pisses me off that some guys think they’re above women. It’s sick and I’m over it.
Tiffany comes up to us, standing to my other side.
I take ahold of her hand tightly.
“Elliot, I’m not sure where this is coming from. You asked me out once and I turned you down. That was it. You were mean to me after. So, this and the texts asking me to come back to work are confusing me.”
I stand beside Ronny, not wanting to hide behind him, and get Elliot to understand my stance. “You’re unwell, Elliot. Do you need me to call someone? A family member or a friend?” I ask him.
Ronny puts his arm in front of me, halting me, and that’s when Elliot snaps. Again. “You are ruining everything! You were meant to work by my side so we will rule this town together.” He holds his hand out for me, like I’m just going to run straight for him.
What in the hell is he talking about? Working side by side?
“Elliot, no, I’m with Ronny, and what do you mean I ruined it?” I ask him as gently as I can but starting to get pissed off that this is happening. This was meant to be a night out of fun, not this.
That’s when he charges straight for me. “I will teach you a lesson! I’m dead because of you, and if I die then you die with me!” he screams and I take a step back, confused at his outburst.
Did he just threaten to kill me? My mind is reeling.
A woman starts screaming at the top of her lungs and I realize it’s Elle. Ronny throws his arm back, pushing me against the bar, along with Elle, putting his body directly in front of us.
It’s like it happens in slow motion, like a train wreck that cannot be stopped. My eyes widen, my heart in my throat, when Ronny brings his arm back, throwing it forward hard and punching Elliot square on the temple. Elliot drops like a ton of bricks, his head hitting the floor again, but this time he doesn’t wake up. The power of Ronny’s punch was insane.
Holy shit.
That’s when all hell breaks loose and men come out of nowhere dressed like they’re a part of a gang or something like that. They are wearing the clique clothes right down to the huge white t-shirts, baggy jeans, and red bandanas wrapped around their biceps.
I didn’t even know there were gangs in this town.
They charge toward us, pissed off and looking like they’re out for murder. That look is pointed at all of us, but mostly at me, like I did something wrong.
All of the girls are pushed toward me, our backs pressed against the bar. The men from the gang don’t even stop, just running straight for us and stepping all over Elliot who hasn’t moved to protect himself.
Tiffany takes my hand, dragging me out of the way of a random fist flying toward me. Ronny roars, lifting the man off the ground and slamming him face down onto the floor.
The partygoers are screaming and try to rush out of the building to get away from the attack.
“What the fuck is this about?” Christopher knocks one of the guys back.
Tiffany is beside me, holding on to her phone that is pressed to her ear. “Dad, we are getting attacked at the club we are at.”
Oh shit, she is calling in reinforcements.
My whole body feels like it’s a live wire; the newcomers are trying to get to us while our men are pushing them back and fighting.
Ronny grabs one of the men by his face, stopping him from slipping past, and stomps on his leg. His knee crushes to the side, completely shattering his leg, and he falls to the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs.
The club is starting to thin out now, mostly just us and the gang members and we still don’t understand why they are here but obviously they know Elliot.
The mountain man has Tiana over his shoulder, carrying her away from the few men that are still standing, and brings her to us. “Keep this one from trying to kill herself.” She waves a knife at him like she is going to cut him.
He grins at her like she is cute and not Butcher’s fucking daughter. She has been wielding knives for as long as I have known her.
Her mom is known for her insane shooting skills—Tiana has inherited skills from both her parents. I reach out to grab Elle when she is shoved back by Carter, who throws back one of the men, causing him to slide across the floor.
Not paying attention to my surroundings, a hand wraps around my ankle. I gasp in shock and before I can break free from their grasp, I’m pulled hard and my back slams against the bartop, causing me to cry out in pain.
Ronny spins around to check on me, but I’m looking for the person who has ahold of my ankle, trying to drag me toward them.
It’s Elliot and his face is completely messed up from both Ronny’s fists and being stomped on by people.
“You dare fucking touch her?” Ronny screams. His body seems like it grows with his anger and I flinch at the rage he has for me.
Elliot tightens his hand on my ankle and Ronny lifts his foot, stomping as hard as he can on Elliot’s forearm.
Once, twice, three times, and Elliot screams at the top of his lungs, his hand no longer working, and he lets me go.
Elliot sits up then, holding his arm with the good one as it’s now in an odd angle.
Oh God, I want to throw up.
He just screams over and over again, attempting to put his arm back in the correct direction, but it flops back over. Elliot’s legs are kicking out from the pain before his eyes roll back in his head as he passes out.
“Fuck, angel.” Ronny reaches down and picks me up off the floor, setting me on the bartop easily. He cups my face, then the back of my head, to check for any knots or wounds.
“I’m okay, I’m not hurt,” I reassure him.
He nods, and I see blood on his knuckles. I tilt his hands so I can look at them. “Your knuckles are bleeding.”
The door to the club opens, cuts and more cuts walking in. Backup is here and all of the members of the gang are lying on the floor either unconscious or worse.
Christopher plucks Elle off the ground and holds her, while I lean my head on Ronny’s chest, overwhelmed this happened and so confused.
“What the fuck happened?” Lane asks, going straight to Tiffany, hugging her tight to his side.
“Elliot lost his mind because he didn’t like that Olivia wasn’t working anymore, then these fuckers ran up to us,” Christopher tells his dad, still holding Elle.
She is trembling hard. A lot of the MC girls are on the tougher side, taking after their dads, but some of the girls aren’t good with resorting to violence.
Elle and I are one of those girls. We have enough alpha women and men in our lives, so we are fine as we are with the need to not fight everyone.
The members keep on flooding in until the nightclub is full, and a man runs in wearing a suit. “What the fuck happened in here? This is my club.”
Lane takes over and explains to him what happened. Everyone ties the men up that are lying on the ground with zip ties before dragging them out of the building.
One thing is for certain, they are not going to the police station—the MC is going to serve another kind of justice.
The fear on some of the women’s face, the bloodied knuckles of the men, have me understanding and wanting them to get the justice they truly deserve.
Most of all, I want Elliot to explain himself—explain why he has done this.
And I know Ronny will make sure of that.