Chapter 3
Chapter Three
MALICE
On the ride from the clubhouse to Willow’s grandfather’s place, I thought of nothing else but getting to her, putting her ass on the back of my bike, and haulin’ ass back home.
Now stalking across the yard to where I notice her form laying on the ground, I have to fight the need of fallin’ on top of her and sinking my cock deep inside her.
Not only that, but the old man’s words filter through my head about me hurting Willow. I don’t get how the hell I can hurt her when I’ve done my best to keep away from her. Then the other part of his words about keeping them both safe. What the fuck did he mean by that shit?
Making my way up to the top of the hill, I glower down at her.
“Why are you laying on the ground without a blanket or something under you?” I growl in frustration, noticing what she’s wearing. Small cloth-style shorts, a tank top, and no shoes.
My cock throbs at the sight of her, but my mind beats back the thought of taking what I’m deeming mine here and now.
Without moving, Willow finally speaks up as I get closer. “What are you doing here?” she asks instead of answering me.
“Came to drag your ass back home where you belong. You left without a word and no one knew where the fuck you were until Avery got your fuckin’ letter. Wanna tell me what that’s about?” I demand, placing my hands on my hips.
“Not really. Besides, this is home,” she whispers, still not moving her gaze from the sky. “And for the record, laying on the ground is way better without a blanket or anything. Grass makes its own blanket of softness if you let it.”
“Whatever you say, Dewdrop,” I grumble and move to sit next to her.
Seated, I reach over for her and maneuver her until I have her situated in my lap, her legs on either side of me.
Sliding my hands to her ass I cup each cheek within my palm, enjoying the feel of her closeness.
By holding her like this it also keeps her from escaping my grasp.
“Tell me why you wrote a fuckin’ letter and disappeared.
Did you not think for one fuckin’ minute there would be people hurt that you left without so much as a motherfuckin’ goodbye? ”
“It’s none of your concern why I left, now let me go and leave. I don’t even know why you’re here to begin with. It’s not like you like me anyway,” she snaps but the tears filling her gaze are a dead giveaway to her emotions.
“Dewdrop, you don’t know a damn thing about what I think when it comes to you,” I mutter, pulling her even tighter to me. In this position, her face is close enough to mine I could easily slip my tongue out and into hers.
“Malice, you need to let me go,” she whispers breathlessly.
“Not until you tell me why the hell you left,” I demand.
“Let me go.” This time she closes her eyes as she sucks in a deep breath.
“Not gonna happen, Willow. Now fuckin’ start talkin’.” I’m gonna get my way and she’s gonna tell me.
Willow shakes her head and blows my mind at the same time. “I left because of you. You’ve made it very clear you want nothing to do with me. But I couldn’t be around you and have you treat me like I’m completely invisible. Not after what we did.”
“Baby,” I rasp, not able to get another word out because now that she’d started talking, she wasn’t stopping.
“I’d come home because I needed to be somewhere away from you but also to figure out how to tell you something extremely important. I’d never have kept it from you because it’s your right to know,” she stammers.
Know what?
“I found out several days before leaving I was pregnant. In fact, that day, I went to the clubhouse but left immediately after seeing you and one of those women.” My entire body goes still at her words.
Pregnant?
I only fucked her the one time; I took her virginity without even realizing she’d been a virgin.
Are you fuckin’ kidding me?
Is the world out to hand me a load of shit right about now?
What the fuck am I gonna do now?
That night I did something I never fuckin’ do. I took her without a condom on needing to feel her bare against my cock. Now I’ve fucked up big time.
If my family were to find out this shit, they’d take Willow and the kid.
They’d hold her hostage until the kid arrived and then either sell her off or kill her.
If the kid were a boy, he’d be raised to be the next head of the Thyne name.
If it were a girl, my bitch of a mother would have it raised to marry someone my father deemed worthy of being with a Thyne.
It would live in hell the way I did until I escaped it all.
Fuck. Fuck. Motherfuckin’ fuck.
I can’t let that shit happen. Not only because it’s my kid, but this is my woman.
My woman?
Yeah, she’s my fuckin’ woman. I’m an idiot for pushing her away.
I’m an even bigger idiot for allowing that clubwhore to touch me the day she’s talking about.
I’d seen her come in just as Bambi climbed into my lap to ask me to fuck her.
I saw this as an advantage at the time to get Willow to stay away.
Didn’t realize at the time it’d push her to leave fuckin’ home. Leave the women she’s friends with. Leave without telling me about my kid she’s now carrying.
Fuck me, I’m gonna be a dad and I don’t even know if I can be a good enough parent considering the family I came from.
Without a word to Willow, I lift her off my lap, stand, and start to pace on the hill, becoming pissed off by the minute. But also scared shitless at all that could possibly happen.
“Let me get this straight, you came to the clubhouse to tell me you’re pregnant, saw me with some other bitch, left and then fuckin’ left town without a word.
You might have said you wouldn’t have kept this shit from me, but right fuckin’ now, I don’t fuckin’ believe you.
You left for your own selfish reasons, not worrying about telling me a goddamn motherfuckin’ thing,” I snarl, my words harsh and completely filled with anger.
“Shit, you probably intended for me to knock your ass up. It’s why you let me fuck you in the first place. ”
“You did not just say that,” she gasps. I ignore the tears welling in her eyes at my angry words.
“Damn right, I did. You wanted to trap yourself a biker and have him take care of you. Only you didn’t get what you wanted, did you?”
Willow stands from where she’d been sitting after I took her off my lap.
Arms across her chest, pushing her tits nearly out of that fuckin’ small as hell top.
“You know nothing about me. Or what I think. But as always, you’re going to act like a big, fat, giant jerk.
Think what you want. Go home and leave me alone.
I didn’t ask you to come here and I don’t need your hatred.
If you want to be a part of your child’s life, then fine, but don’t come near me until that day. ”
With that, Willow uncrosses her arms and makes a break for it rushing down the hill and to the house. My anger still fuming. I don’t say another word as I watch her rush into her grandfather’s house.
Fuck me.
This shit just got even messier.
However, it will probably be for the best I leave her alone. I’m not the man for her. No matter how much I want to say she’s my woman. She’ll always be that, but now, with a kid involved, this might be the only way to protect them both—by keeping her away from me.
Stalking down the hill, I move to the picnic table my brothers are sitting at with Willow’s grandfather and his buddies.
“See you decided to hurt my baby girl,” he grumbles, not looking up from the cards in his hand.
“Seems so. I’m getting out of here. Do me a favor. Keep her safe and if anything happens, call the club. I’ll take care of them, but I can’t be in their lives. I won’t risk it,” I growl, not saying another word. I’d already said enough.
I don’t wait for a response from anyone else. Instead, I turn on my heel and head for the front where my bike is parked.
Straddling my girl, I start her up with a thundering roar, rev the throttle, and push the kickstand up.
This is for the best. No matter how much I want her to be mine. I might have said consequences be damned when it comes to my family, but that was before a kid became involved. I’ll never be the parent he or she needs—they’re better off without me.
Doesn’t matter that leaving Willow behind means me leaving my soul behind with her. It’s what I gotta do in order to keep them safe from those who’d see them hurt.
Or worse, killed.