Chapter 7
SEVEN
Bear
The familiar cockiness was unmistakable as I watched the fuckhead that had torn Orla from me the first time pay for his groceries and head to his car. A mini-fucking-van.
I saw the baby seat in the back, and it just brought even more anger forth. He was the reason Orla almost died from him telling her how to get a quick abortion, and here he was with a fucking family.
The sole reason I left was because of this guy.
He was a fucking stain on society, and he was most definitely a thorn in my side.
I knew seeking him out was a stupid idea, and one Orla would fucking lose her shit at me for, but I’d come here anyway. Somehow, my body was moving before I could think about it because I was now crossing the car park, straight for him.
When I got to his car, I stood there, waiting for him to notice me. Slowly, his eyes moved to my boots and slowly up at me, his smile fading quickly as he took me in.
“O’Leary,” he gasped. “I heard you were back.”
I didn’t speak, I just looked at the man who had hurt Orla.
“Ho-how you been, man? You got fucking big…like your old man.”
It was hard to dispute my parentage, especially when I looked more like my dad than my brother who happened to be his legitimate child, but that wasn’t the point here.
“You seen Orla?” he continued to ramble, hoping this would put me off wanting to hit him. It wouldn’t, but I could watch him dig his grave.
“I have, we’d spoken about a lot of things,” I finally said. The colour from his face drained when he realised what I’d meant.
“Sh-sh-she told you about…the-”
His voice was cut off when I socked him right in the jaw. He fell to the ground, his shopping cart hurtling toward another car. I reached out and grabbed the trolley, wheeling it around to slam him in the side of his body. He grunted in pain, hunching over on his side.
“Pl-please,” he begged me, his hand coming up to stop me. “I’m so-sorry.”
“I’m not the one you should be apologising to,” I grunted. “She trusted you, and you almost let her die.”
My fist found its way to his face, the velocity of my punch sending his head to the concrete.
He’d be concussed for sure, and I knew then and there I should have stopped, but something inside me rose up at that moment and I whaled down on his chest and abdomen like a man possessed.
Blood splattered over the pavement, and on my arms and face.
I stopped when I heard the wheezing coming from him.
People had scattered away from us, but I could already hear the sirens in the background. I didn’t care. I’d come here to do a job, and I fucking did it.
The cop cars pulled up and held their guns trained on me as I put my hands up, a slow smirk making its way on my face. I slammed my boot down on his hand that was laying on the concrete. He screamed and pulled it up immediately, cradling it on his chest.
Brogan came forward, looking from Brad to me, and sighing. “You done?”
I shrugged my shoulders as he rounded on me and slapped the cuffs on. “You know I can't let this one slide, Alex.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
Brogan tossed me in the back of the car. “Tell them to come and get my bike!”
I put my head back against the back of the seat, smirking as the paramedics ran over to check on Brad.
He’d be fucking fine, just bruised up, but damn it felt good to let that rage out. Brogan got in behind the wheel and drove me to the station.
“Cooper’s getting someone to come and get your bike.”
“Thank you.”
“Why?” Brogan asked. “Why there?”
“I didn’t know that’s what I was going to do until I did it,” I admitted.
“That’s fair,” he said. “Look, I know there’s no love lost between you two, but he’s connected to a big family here in Kilkenny. He could make real trouble for you if he wanted to.”
“I don’t give a damn, Brogan,” I said, honestly. “I’ll fucking kill whoever hurts Orla.”
Brogan let out a deep breath. “Shit, you’re back with Orla. No wonder you’re acting like a jealous teen.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“I advise you to do the same, O’Leary.”
The rest of the ride to the cop shop was quiet, my mind on Orla the entire time. I’d left her in bed this morning, sound asleep and safe but if I was locked up, she was in danger. Matteo was here and he was under the radar, which meant he could easily get to her if he knew how.
Fuck.
Orla
Brogan led me down the corridor to the cells. I’d spent a few nights in one of these during my misspent youth, and into my twenties when I was angry with the world. Alone in a cell, laying on a bench with his arm over his eyes, I saw my man.
My man.
That excited me more than seeing him after hearing what he’d done. I knew he’d done it for me, and although I felt bad for Brad and for his family who were probably terrified of the club coming after them, it didn’t stop the panging in my chest that my man had done it for me.
“Please?” I asked Brogan as he looked at me. He knew I wouldn’t give up. He sighed and unlocked the cell, alerting Bear to my appearance here.
“Ten minutes,” he told us before he left us alone.
“Orla,” he sat up. “What’re you doing here?”
I could see the confusion as to why I was here and not one of the boys. “Believe me, it was hard to talk Hawk into letting me come and not him, but I think I deserve more of your time right now than him.”
Bear tried not to smile. “I mean, why are you out of the house and not safe.”
“Kirby brought me here. Rebel went to go and bring your bike back.”
“Orla, this is no place for you.”
“Or you,” I said quickly. “I know what you did, Brogan told me who you attacked.”
He wiped his hand down his face. “I don’t regret it, and I’m not going to ever say sorry for it.”
I closed the distance between us, moving to straddle him on the bench. “I didn’t ask you to.”
His hands came out to grab my ass as I swung my arms around his neck, my knees pushing down into the bench on either side of him.
“Truth be told, Alex, it kinda turned me on what you did for me,” I told him, kissing his lips softly. “It always turned me on when you stood up for me.”
His fingers pressed into the flesh of my ass, and his cock pushed against my mound as I ground over him. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head down to him again, his mouth on mine in a claiming kiss that told me I’d never be alone again.
I shifted my hands down to his jeans and pulled the fly down, shuffling so his cock popped free before I moved my panties to the side.
Bear took control, positioning himself underneath me, sitting me down on his cock.
I groaned into his mouth at the pressure down there, slowly starting to move.
Bear’s hands were all over me, moving my ass up and down.
I kissed him harder, faster, as if our time was limited.
It was, but it felt like I needed to get as much of him inside of me as possible right now. If Brad were to lay charges, Bear could be in a lot of trouble. There were a number of witnesses that saw what he did and from what I was told, Brad looked bad.
I felt my pussy clamp down on his cock, his finger making its way to my clit as I felt the crushing need to cum all over his cock.
“Let go,” he grunted against my mouth. I did, immediately biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out. Bear slapped my ass, and my gasp echoed throughout the cell as he pounded into me from below.
“Jesus Christ,” we both heard Brogan mutter as he’d come back. “Seriously?”
“You can watch or you can give us five,” Bear shouted at him as he ploughed into me. I was too lost in the sensation of him to give a fuck that Brogan was standing there.
Brogan left and Bear ploughed into me, his grunts turning me on even more as he fucked me hard, claiming me.
Bear
Brogan handed me the paperwork to sign so I could be released. He didn’t meet my eye, which made me smirk. He’d kept a low profile since Orla left yesterday. An overnight stay and I was already hanging for another piece of her ass.
I signed the paper and slid it back to him. He handed over my weapons, and my phone. Rebel waited by the door of the station for me to finish up.
“Shepley isn’t pressing charges,” Brogan said. “Whatever was said to him has shut him up, so you’re lucky. Just…if you’re going to be a brute, don’t do it publicly, for my sake, please.”
“Got it,” I told him and tucked my gun into my waistband, putting my rings back on my fingers before I made my way over to Rebel, who held the door open.
“Where are the boys?”
“I didn’t think you’d want them to hear this,” Rebel said. “I found him.”
I stopped in my tracks just as we neared the bikes. “Where?”
“Holed up in the city at a fancy hotel,” Rebel told me. “He’s now located in the old warehouse, near the lake.”
“You got him?”
“Me and Kirby,” Rebel advised. “We didn’t think you’d want it to be known what you intended.”
“You’re good with it?”
“I’m right there with you, Bear. No one touches our women.”
I nodded. “Good.”
I grabbed the helmet and jumped on my bike.
Rebel was right there beside me as we rode toward the old warehouse we used to make use of before we had the land we were on now.
No one went that way anymore, and it was hidden by the lake and overgrown trees.
The perfect spot. We pulled up to see Kirby dragging on a smoke outside.
The kid had grown up in the club; just a pipsqueak when he was brought in by his father, and now he was bulking up with some tattoos of his own.
He stomped on his smoke and headed over to us.
“He still out?” Rebel asked with a smirk.
“Nah, gagged the fucker though,” Kirby said. “He’s a mouthy piece of shit.”