Chapter Thirteen
Cass
After entirely too many hours in a hospital, nothing feels better than crawling into my own bed with Lilly on one side of me and Buddy lying across our feet.
Tomorrow, when I wake up and have the capacity to deal with business, I've got a laundry list of shit to take care of, starting with tracking down Gater and finishing this feud once and for all.
He has fucked with me and mine for the very last fucking time. I will exhaust every resource I have until that lowly snake is in my reach. It's been a long time coming and I cannot wait to wrap my hands around his fucking neck. Gater will pay.
The pain meds the doctors prescribed me knock my ass out and I sleep like the dead.
The sound of motorcycle pipes drawing near slowly drags me from my deep sleep.
I'm on alert, listening intently. Lilly nor Buddy are in the bed with me.
I bolt upright, immediately regretting it as pain shoots through my shoulder.
"Ahh!" I grip my shoulder as if that will stop the pain somehow.
Lilly walks into the bedroom with a tray in hand. She sets it down on the TV tray beside the bed. A TV tray I don't recognize.
I raise a brow at her.
"Who's here?"
"Scott and Reaper. And, I had this delivered this morning for you," she smiles, setting the tray with a bowl of grits and a plate of toast down. I look in the bowl to find two sunny side up eggs atop the grits and my stomach rumbles at the sight. My favorite breakfast.
"Thank you for breakfast, love. Can you send Scott and Reaper in and give us a few minutes?"
She smiles as she kisses my cheek. "Already planned on it, baby."
Lilly leaves the room as Scott and Reaper come walking in. Scott, looking smug as hell, sits on the chaise lounge and props a foot on the edge of my nightstand. Reaper stands beside him, arm resting on the back of the chaise lounge behind Scott.
"Good morning," I say, taking a bite of my breakfast.
"Good morning. How's the shoulder?" Scott asks.
"Sore as a motherfucker, but I'll live."
"Bad grass," Scott muses, shaking his head.
"You want some breakfast?" I ask.
Reaper shakes his head. "Nah, Scott got me up with the damn chickens and we ate two hours ago."
I laugh. "Oh yeah. That motherfucker never sleeps."
"What do I owe the pleasure of this early visit? I ask.
Reaper takes a seat beside Scott, intertwining his fingers together before he speaks. "We are working on utilizing every outlet we have to locate Gater and the others involved. I just have one question for you. Will I be storing the package for you or will you need it delivered?" Reaper asks.
"I think I can come to you for pick up if you can store it for me."
Reaper nods. "Yes. I've got the perfect place to host you and your guests. Let me make a few phone calls."
Reaper steps out of the sliding glass door and presses his phone to his ear. I find myself grateful for the company that I surround myself with. Grateful for the brotherhood that exists, not only inside of my club, but in other clubs as well.
“We’re going to take care of them, once and for all, Cass. I give you my word,” Scott says.
I look him in the eye and know that he means that statement with his entire soul. He will see to it himself or he will die trying. We all will.
“I can’t believe after a decade this is where we stand.
Gater has been here through a hell of a lot of life.
And now he will be the one on the other side of that coin.
” Unfortunately, that is the current reality.
I always knew that he had a wire crossed, but to go this far into a betrayal, to kidnap my fiancé, to attempt murder?
I never would have believed it if it weren’t for seeing it with my own eyes.
Images flicker through my mind of the night that he made the decision to take my life. He shot me and left me for dead on side of that interstate and that’s all the convincing I need to take his life with my own two hands if given the chance. I won’t fuck it up the way he did me.
Reaper enters the room wearing a shit eating grin. “We got him.”
I smile the most wicked feeling smile. “I can’t wait to come visit.”
“I’m heading out. I’ve got to get him ready for you,” Reaper says, walking out. Scott rises from the lounge. “I’ll walk you out. Aaron will escort you back to Gulfport. Call if you need anything,” he says on their way out of the room.
I’m impressed that they were able to find them so quickly and so easily, but I shouldn’t be.
The Tattered Saints have long dabbled into worlds I don’t venture off into very often.
I’m not big on torture, generally. That’s Snapper’s specialty.
I’d rather shoot the fuckers in the head and go on about my business, but I’m a simple guy.
Adrenaline spikes through my veins at the thought of stepping back into my old shoes for a moment, and I can’t think of a person on this fucking earth that is more deserving than Gater.
My shoulder may be out of commission, but there are plenty of routes I can utilize that don’t require my shoulder.
Besides, Scott will be more than happy to use his shoulder in my place.
Scott strides back into the room. “I’ll head to the clubhouse. Who’s coming with us?”
“Just the two of us. We don’t need the cavalry. This started with us and it’ll end with us.”
He nods. “I’ll get my truck and then I’ll pick you up once we get the all-clear from Reap.”
“Thanks, brother.”
The sound of Scott’s motorcycle cranking then slowly disappearing into the distance is a comfort.
This will all be over soon. I get up and make my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower, though I’m not sure how well that’s going to work with these bandages.
I manage, though. Once I’m clean and nearly in tears from moving my arm too much, Lilly comes walking through the door.
Her mouth is agape as she stares at me, banged up and half-naked. Though my ego says she’s ogling how sexy I am without clothes, I’m certain she’s trying not to blow a gasket because I’ve done like ten things in a row that I wasn’t supposed to and now I’m paying for it immensely.
“Caine Andrew Sonnier,” she grits through her teeth.
I offer a sheepish smile and blink the tears back from my eyes.
She steps closer, inspecting my wounds. “Could you possibly put new bandages on for me?” I ask.
She glares at me and then her face softens.
She opens the cabinet beneath the sink and pulls out a box that the hospital must’ve given her.
It’s got everything she needs to patch me up good as new.
She sprays something on it and it stings like hell.
I suck air in through my teeth and Lilly smirks in reaction.
“Sorry,” she says without any conviction.
“No you’re not,” I chuckle.
Lilly laughs and shakes her head. “You’re right, I’m not.”
She applies the bandages and gets me set up good as new.
“I’ve got to leave this evening,” I tell her, waiting for the blow up that I’m sure is about to occur.
“Okay. Am I coming with you?” She asks calmly.
I shake my head. “Not this time, love.”
She nods. “Okay. I know that you wouldn’t be leaving if you didn’t absolutely have to be. Check in with me, okay?”
“I will, baby. I will. I promise.”
She takes me at my word and kisses me before leaving me alone in the bathroom.
Bud dog comes prancing into the bedroom as I’m sifting through clothes in my closet to get ready. Solid black tee and an old pair of blue jeans that I need to throw out anyway are my choice of outfit for the occasion.
I sit on the chaise lounge and pull on my blue jeans. Buddy hops onto it beside me, barely fitting in the space available. I pet his head and hug him with my good arm.
“Good boy, Bud. You gotta be the man of the house while I’m gone and make sure your mom is in good shape, okay?” I say, petting him. He rests his head into my hand, waiting for more scratches.
I oblige and then slip on my t-shirt, careful to avoid Bud after I’m dressed because his hair is like glitter confetti, especially to a black shirt.
Lilly crinkles a treat bag from the kitchen and Buddy runs into the kitchen with a clumsy speed.
He nearly slides into the cabinet when he tries to stop himself because of the lack of traction on the tile floor.
I chuckle and shake my head. "It's a lot harder to stop a hundred pounds than he realizes," I say, watching Lilly toss him a treat.
He chews it thoroughly in a solid two seconds before he's ready for another.
Lilly tosses him one more before closing the bag and putting it back into what is now known as the treat cabinet.
With her back to me, I slip my arms around her waist, careful not to squeeze with my bum shoulder.
I rest my chin on her shoulder and breathe in her sweet scent.
"I can't wait to call you my wife," I whisper, kissing the soft skin of her neck.
Lilly's breath hitches and she leans further into me, pressing her perfect ass against my growing erection.
My hands drop to her waist over the silky fabric of her pajama shorts.
They're loose, barely hanging onto her figure and making my plans so fucking easy.
I slide my hand beneath the bottom hem of her shorts with ease.
My fingers move the thin fabric of her underwear aside to find her hot cunt ready for me already.
My other hand glides across the smooth skin of her abdomen to her breasts that are, to my surprise, free from constraint.
I roll one of her nipples between my fingers ever so gently just as I dip one finger inside of her.
Her short breaths have me so fucking turned on, listening to her being pleasured by my hands.
I pump my finger slowly in and out, in a steady rhythm.
Long, slow strokes all the way in then all the way out to circle her clit.
Her fingernails dig into the skin of my forearm while her other hand braces the cabinet in front of us.