Chapter 1
Irish
Almost Two Years Later
“Okay, Sutton is two months away from completing her term with us,” At Asher’s words, I felt every single eye come to me.
And seeing as that was eighteen eyes, I felt fucking naked.
Which was why I popped off, “Why the fuck are y’all looking at me for?”
Priest lifted his brow, “Cause you basically piss a circle around her any time another man gets near her.”
I scoffed, “No, I fucking don’t.”
Right?
Trigger cackled and then said, “Right. That’s why you punched the president of the Pagan’s Soldiers in the face for daring to run his hand over her ass.”
Whit nodded his head, “And that’s why you told an Immoral Saints member that Sutton had chlamydia and wasn’t starting the antibiotics until dinner time. And you said that to him right as you saw him watching her ass as she swayed back and forth to a Beatles song.”
Pipe snickered, “Or the time that guy sidled up to her in Juniper’s and asked her for a dance. It was a dance, Irish, not a meet in the back hallway. You grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him out the door.”
Rome, who rarely spoke to anyone, unlike Creature, who we all missed, said, “Yeah, and when she was going for a coffee with a guy who cuts hair with her. You made up some bullshit excuse that caused her to stay here. And the man would rather bone all of us than get anywhere near Sutton.”
I held my hands up, “Okay. Okay. So what? She’s a friend. All those assholes are pussies. They couldn’t handle a woman like Sutton.”
“Well, I wouldn’t call Steel a pussy. Fucking ever. That man earned his road name,” Asher said from the head of the table.
Okay, he was right. But I wasn’t referring to the president of the Pagan’s Soldiers with that pussy comment.
Priest followed Asher’s statement with one of his own, “Well, since we’ve never sampled her, we don’t know what you mean.”
I ran my hand through my hair that needed a trim. Sutton just bought new scissors, so I would have her do it tonight.
“Look, I just meant that they wouldn’t take care of the goodness in her. They would hurt her. And I won’t fucking have that.” I said.
“Like you keep hurting her whenever Cynnamin shows up at the clubhouse?” Stoney asked.
I shrugged, “Me and Cynnamin go way back.”
And I would be damned if I divulged what was really going on with me and Cynnamin.
She made me a promise, and I made her one.
And I never break my fucking word.
And yes... I saw Sutton’s face every single time Cynnamin showed up at the clubhouse and saw the hurt on her face... but there was nothing I could do about it without going back on my word.
A man was nothing if not for his word.
I also knew that once everything was said and done, Sutton would understand.
Sure, it might pain her a bit to see my arm go around another woman, but Sutton was tough. She was strong.
She was never afraid to speak her mind.
Or had she...
Stoney sighed, “You keep treating her like shit, she’s going to slip through your fingers. Mark my fucking words, boy. And when it happens, you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself.”
And at his words, my mind traveled back to that fateful day when I didn’t realize my entire world was sitting right in front of me.
We all poured out of the clubhouse in the pouring rain, heading to the back corner of the property.
It took us at least twenty minutes to get to the spot, but once we did, all I heard were inhales of breath.
She looked so tiny, huddled up against the base of the tree.
She couldn’t be more than five foot three, five foot four.
She had long brown or black hair.
And she was covered in varying stages of bruises. Bruises that were visible because her clothes had been torn to shreds.
Asher approached her first.
Then Priest.
Rome.
Charlie.
Whitt.
Coal.
Trigger.
Stoney.
She shirked away from anyone who tried to get near her.
But... not from my touch.
Then I didn’t hesitate as I scooped her in my arms, and with my brothers around me, I carried her the whole way and into the clubhouse, where it was warm.
Stoney grabbed her a blanket and covered her up.
Thankfully, after a few minutes, she started to rouse.
And then, when she saw all of us, she started to fight.
I’ve gotten an elbow to the chin before, and it hurt like a bitch.
But even though hers didn’t pack that same punch, something deep inside of me registered the pain as being so much worse.
It took us about three hours to get her to calm down and eat something, and after she had a bath, she said, “I only want to tell this story one time. So, can you get the important people of your MC together?”
But she only looked at me when she said that.
After Sutton gave us all her story, the two of us created a friendship of sorts.
And since she didn’t have anywhere else to go, and since we weren’t in the habit of tossing women out, she stayed.
Until two months later, after a conversation with Gabb, Lizette, and Adeline, she came to me.
Asked me to take away the memory of his hands and replace them with mine.
When I said I’ve never made love to a woman, I meant up until I had Sutton’s naked body lying in the center of my bed.
She was the most gorgeous creature my eyes had ever beheld.
Which was why, while she was sleeping silently, I crept out of the bedroom
I stalked that son of a bitch, and when I had my hands on him, I then proceeded to recreate every bruise and every scar on her body. But I did it worse.
And I made sure that one of his ribs ruptured his lung.
I followed that by cutting the man’s dick off and shoving it down his throat while saying, “I hope you choke on it, you sorry piece of shit.”
And I stood there, with my arms crossed on my chest and my head tilted to the side, as I watched his body take failing breaths and then nothing.
Bye. Bye Motherfucker.
Sadly, the fucker Raymond whatever the fuck his name was, was nowhere to be found.
But I would find him.
And when I did...
Bye. Bye Motherfucker.
As we all walked out of church, I heard Sutton laughing from the kitchen.
And at the sound of her laughter, my dick got hard.
And since she was always ready for me, I headed in that direction.
She was standing there, her head thrown back, still laughing, that ashy brown hair reaching her bra strap.
Her eyes were closed.
But I knew beneath those eyelids held the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.
They were a shade of green, but you have to picture the shade just right.
When you walk outside in the early morning hours, just as dawn is about to break over the horizon, when there’s dew on the ground, covering the blades of grass, just below the dew is the color of Sutton’s eyes.
But what makes them spectacular are the smaller flecks of gold surrounding her pupil.
I came back to my thoughts when I felt eyes on me.
I looked directly at Sutton and crooked my finger at her.
She smiled, then walked over to me, not having to sashay or move any other way.
She was delectable all on her own.
And with that thought, I bent at the waist and tossed her over my shoulder.
Then, I stormed across the main room of the clubhouse and went right to her room.
Her laughter fell freely from her lungs.
And every thought I had in church suddenly vanished when I slid my dick into her welcoming heat.