Chaos Chapter 10
Everything had been going beautifully. I knew Bianca was nervous about coming to the compound because of Mishap.
And I was kinda relieved when he wasn’t here.
The past hour and a half had been great.
We relaxed, talked with several people, and she got to know them better, and vice versa.
Everyone accepted her. When I offered to have us leave when the bunnies and hangers showed up, she’d easily fallen back into conversation, effectively ignoring them.
I’d been so into us that I hadn’t noticed that Mishap had entered the room, let alone that he’d gotten his hands on AnnMarie to force her to our table.
She appeared scared and mortified. Bianca’s demand that he let go of AnnMarie and offer to punch him in the face if he didn’t had made me want to snicker as the others had, but I was trying my hardest not to escalate the situation.
But with Bianca supporting what AnnMarie, Fury, and I told everyone, Mishap was shouting at Bianca. I’d had enough. And so had Ryder and Nomad. They came to stand beside Mishap. I put myself between my woman and her cousin. He wasn’t fully in control of himself.
“Brother, let go of her. You’re hurting her arm,” Ryder told him firmly, yet not loudly.
“Do what Ryder says. You don’t want to hurt AnnMarie,” Nomad added.
Mishap looked from one to the other. I think it registered with him then what he was doing because he let go of her.
As soon as he did, Nomad swept her away from Mishap and onto the other side of himself.
The next thing I knew, Bianca had slipped out from behind me, went around our table in the opposite direction, and up to AnnMarie.
“Hey, let me see your arm. Does it hurt?” Bianca asked kindly. She picked up AnnMarie’s arm to look at it.
As if a switch had been thrown, Mishap’s expression and demeanor changed. He went from concerned and quiet to scowling and vocal.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being nice to the woman who fucked your man last week!?” He shouted as he lunged toward Bianca and AnnMarie. Nomad and Ryder were prepared, and they grabbed him. They muscled him into a nearby chair, then pressed down on him.
“If you don’t settle the fuck down, I’m taking you to the floor and knocking your ass out. What the hell has gotten into you? You’re acting crazy,” Ryder hissed.
“I’m not crazy! I’m trying to protect my cousin. She’s making over a woman she should hate. You didn’t act that way when you met your ex-husband’s new woman, the one he cheated on you with for a year!” he snarled.
That was the last straw for me. I flew around the table and leaned down into Mishap’s face. “If you say one more hurtful word, shout at her, or do anything I don’t like, I’m forgetting you’re Bianca’s cousin, and I’m busting you in the face! How dare you throw that in her face?” I roared.
There was a reason why I had the road name Chaos. I worked to remain calm, and the older I’d gotten, the more control I had. But when pushed too far, I would bring utter hell and leave things and people in shambles.
“He’s not kidding, Mishap. Shut up and sit still,” Forge told him.
I noticed the flash of pain on Bianca’s face when her cousin said that about her ex. Now, she had moved off to another table with AnnMarie. Betty and Cambria had gone with them.
“I want him out of here and away from both of them. But before he goes, I want to make something clear. You will keep your hands off AnnMarie. She did nothing wrong. She told the truth. And I don’t want to hear you saying shit about her either.
As for Bianca, you stay away from her, too.
If you can’t be nice and not hurt her, you don’t get access.
You need to prove you can be trusted with her. ” I ordered Mishap.
“You can’t tell me what to do with my own family! As for your little bunny, I want nothing to do with her. It’s clear you’ve got her protecting you,” he sneered.
“Get him out of here before I forget he’s Bianca’s cousin and I smash his face,” I snarled. My fists were clenched.
Our enforcer and Nomad yanked him out of the chair. He argued and struggled, but they marched his ass out the clubhouse door. I had no idea where they were taking him, and I didn’t care. With him gone, I went to see how Bianca and AnnMarie were.
AnnMarie had an ice pack on her wrist. Stitch was over with them. I slid my arm around Bianca’s waist. She leaned against me.
“Are you okay?” I whispered in her ear.
“I’m fine, other than pissed off.”
“How is she, Stitch?” I asked, gesturing with my chin toward a pale AnnMarie.
“Her wrist is red and swollen. Not sure if it’ll bruise. Nothing is broken. He didn’t have that tight of a hold on her,” our medic replied.
“It’s not that bad. My skin turns red and bruises easily. You’re making a fuss over nothing. I’ll be fine. I’m sorry for what he said to you,” AnnMarie told Bianca.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. My cousin does. I hate that he pulled you into the middle of his issues with Chaos and me.”
“I swear on my life that nothing happened between Chaos and me last Saturday. He only wanted you. We talked about you and my dad and watched TV,” AnnMarie rushed to say.
“Thank you for telling me that, but he already did. I believe him. I admit, I wasn’t thrilled that he wanted to test a theory, but guys don’t make the smartest decisions,” Bianca said, smirking.
And just like that, she had a chorus of protests from the men in the room and laughter from the women.
It took about ten minutes before AnnMarie was allowed to return to whatever she had been doing.
During that time, I got a text message from Nomad that they had secured Mishap at his house and would make sure he stayed there for the rest of the night. When I told Bianca, she relaxed.
Deciding it was time to leave, either to take her home or to my house, I asked her to come with me. She did after we wished everyone a good night. Outside, the night had gotten colder. I took her to stand by the bike.
“You have a couple of options. I can take you to the house, then I can take you home in my cage. Or we can hang out at the house for a while, and then I’ll take you home in my cage.”
“In a cage?”
“Sorry, that’s just the word we use for vehicles. Bikers tend to feel caged in,” I explained.
“Oh, well, why not take me home on your bike?”
“Because it’s too cold. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“That’s sweet, but I’m sure I’d be fine. If you don’t mind, I’d still like to go to your place.”
“Babe, I’d love nothing more than to take you to my house. It won’t take long. So the ride won’t be too cold.”
“I’m ready if you are,” was her reply.
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I had Bianca in my house. I hadn’t given her the grand tour.
That could wait for next time. But we were snuggled up on the living room couch.
I’d turned on the gas fireplace in the living room to make sure she was warm enough.
I tended to keep things on the cooler side. Her head was resting on my shoulder.
“I love having a fire even if it’s a gas one. I wish my apartment had one.”
“I like them too, but prefer a real one. But I chose gas because the real ones are a pain to keep clean. I burn wood outside in the backyard. It keeps the mess out there,” I confessed.
“Smart move,” she murmured.
I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I had to ask. “Bianca, do you want to talk about what happened in the clubhouse? You don’t have to, but we can if you think it’ll help.”
“No, I don’t want to. I just want to stay here with you, relax, and be in the moment. And if kissing were to happen accidentally, I won’t say no.”
She raised her head and grinned up at me. I took the not-so-subtle hint.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said before I captured her mouth.
Together, we caught fire. The kisses started slow and somewhat soft, but they quickly became urgent and hard.
Teeth and tongues got in on the play. Wanting her closer, I tugged her over onto my lap, making her straddle me.
Her hands slid up my nape to the braid hanging from the top of my head.
I felt her playing with it. The next thing I knew, my hair was free.
It hit my shoulders. Bianca ran her fingers through it.
She had removed her braid after we got to the compound. I loved having my fingers in her hair.
She broke contact between our lips. “Is your hair naturally wavy or is that from the braid?”
“It’s naturally that way.”
“I don’t know which I love more—the braid or with it down. I envy that you have waves. Mine is so straight, it won’t hold a curl.”
“And mine will get frizzy and can’t decide if it wants to curl or not,” I said.
We returned to kissing. The feel of her against me had my heart pounding. My cock had become a painful lump in my jeans within seconds of beginning our kissing. The need to strip her naked, feast on her body, and then sink my cock deep inside her pounded at me. But I restrained myself.
I wasn’t pushing her. She just agreed to be mine two nights ago. I had to take my time and get her to where she was comfortable with being intimate with me. Not something I’d ever had to do since I was a teenager, but I could do it. I’d just be rubbing out a few sessions after I took her home.
I ran my hand from her hair, down her back to her sweet, plump ass. I gripped both cheeks and kneaded them. She moaned. I had a flash of an image. It was her ass cheeks, bare, with my handprints on them. I squeezed a tad harder.
A groan came up out of me because Bianca pressed her crotch down on my erection and shimmied her hips.
Streaks of pleasure shot through my cock.
Then she made it worse by twisting her pelvis in circles on top of it.
Unable to stop myself, I grabbed her hips and thrust upward, driving my erection between her legs hard.
Bianca tore her mouth loose and cried out.
Wanting to hear it again, I thrust a second time upward.
She obliged me. Then her slightly dazed gaze met mine.