CHAPTER NINE
– MERCY –
“VP,” someone bellows from the hallway and starts pounding on the door. “We need you.”
Sable groans but keeps his eyes shut. His arms tighten around my body and I find myself smiling. When I read about sex, I was curious. My first experience with Linus was awful, while one kiss from Sable was enough to wipe away every horrible second with Linus.
I can still feel Sable between my legs and being wrapped up in his arms doesn’t give me anxiety the way I normally have. The only person who could hug me without warning was my mother.
Over time I’ve managed to overcome most of my anxiety, mostly with the help of the combination of medication and therapy. Doesn’t mean I’m perfect because I will always deal with issues...some more than others.
Snuggling closer I murmur, “You’re needed.”
“Fuck ’em,” he replies with a sleep ridden voice. I feel his lips against the top of my head when he adds, “I’m right where I want to be.”
The knocking gets louder, and this time it’s Kujo’s voice who bellows, “VP, open this door or I’m kicking it in.”
I jump off the bed and reach for my clothes.
Sable chuckles. “Calm down, princess. No one is going to kick in my door.” His voice is louder when he adds, “Be right out.”
I’m already fully dressed when Sable slides out of bed and scratches his toned belly.
“Keep staring, and we won’t make it out of this room,” he rumbles low and reaches down.
My eyes follow and I’m stunned to see his cock already hard.
“Fuck,” Sable mutters. “You make it too damn hard.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” I blurt without thinking, my gaze still enthralled with the way he slowly strokes himself.
A chuckle flows from him and sadly, he reaches for his jeans and starts to pull them on. Once they hang low on his hips, he adds his boots and stalks toward me.
Cupping my face, he lets his thumb glide over my lower lip. “I like the sound of your voice, trusting me with more words than you give others. It makes me feel real damn special. Not as special as my cock pumping your hot little tight pussy, but real fucking close.”
My heart leaps inside my chest. Feeling empowered by what he just said, I raise myself on my tiptoes and brush my lips against his. The rumble deep in his chest vibrates through me. I groan in disappointment when his lips leave mine.
“Hold that thought and we’ll jump right back to it once I’ve handled whatever it is they need me for, okay?”
I nod.
“You wanna come with and wait in the main room of the clubhouse or here?”
Thinking it over, the decision is easy enough. I’ve been locked up in a bedroom for days, first his cabin and now here. Being somewhere among others will give me enough distraction while I wait for Sable.
“Main room,” I whisper.
He laces his fingers with mine and we leave the room. The door to church is open but the room is empty. There are a few bikers lounging on the couch and chairs, some are on the barstools nursing a beer. Music is a soft background noise and it’s such a contradiction to my uncle’s club.
Music was always loud, bikers yelling, the stench of beer and sex, women scarcely clothed. Even if I don’t know these bikers, I do feel somewhat safer than I did while I spent a few days at my uncle’s club.
I know it’s mainly due to Sable. The blunt truth he gives me, and how he treats me.
Sometimes I’m still waiting for the bubble to burst, not trusting anything about my life right now.
I could very well be beaten and find myself out on the street at any second.
One thing’s for sure...I’ll never take anything for granted ever again.
I used to stare up at the sky, watching the bright stars locked in the darkness and dream of what my future would entail.
Losing my mother made those dreams become weary.
Walking the cold dark streets in the middle of the night all by myself without a star in sight didn’t encourage me to follow weary dreams either.
A few hours in, the deal Sable offered me causes a spark of hope to rise within me. Hope this will be a turn in my life where the shit pile gets flushed and stays in the past.
“What’s going on?” Sable asks while keeping his fingers laced with mine.
Kujo glances at me before he focusses on Sable. “Barge found out something, involving property ownership. It might be the motivation behind all of this, and why Mercy is the center of it.”
“What’s this about? Her mother’s house?” Sable gently squeezes our joined hands. “She didn’t know there was money to pay the bills when they sold the house, let alone those fuckers stealing all the cash when they sold it.”
My shoulders slump at the reminder. The debts could have been paid and now they are still there, all while my uncle has the money that’s legally mine when he sold the house.
I didn’t even know he sold the house. I was under the assumption it was the bank who took it.
Shit. I’m so damn stupid, with issues preventing me from functioning normally, and simply letting others deal with everything.
Kujo curses and snaps, “No, this is not about Selene’s house, but I’ll make sure that fucker pays back every damn penny to my daughter.”
Hearing Kujo’s anger and the promise in those words is nice. Yet, I have no idea if I’ll ever see the money again. If he by some miracle does manage to get the money back from my uncle, I would be able to pay the bills my mother left behind and have a fresh start.
Sable pulls me against his body and asks, “What did Barge find out?”
Kujo focusses on me when he asks, “When did you leave your uncle’s place?”
I glance up at Sable and he gives my hip a gentle squeeze to urge me to answer his president.
Swallowing hard, I whisper, “Two weeks.”
“Two weeks ago?” he asks.
I nod.
Kujo rattles, “That’s also around the time some Sheridan Slayers fuckers show up in our town without reason. They were clearly looking for her, because Otto feared she would reach out to me. Which she did, but not the way he thinks.”
I can feel his eyes on me and when I glance at my biological father he asks, “You weren’t going to contact me, were you?
You just broke into my place for the night and were going to leave come morning when your clothes were dry and clean.
Sable told me how you tried to bolt when you heard I was coming that night. ”
Another bob of my head, because I was going to leave in the morning, no matter how nice it was to spend the night warm and cozy.
“Just as I thought. Well, darlin’? Barge found out you have all of those fuckers by the balls.” Kujo grins. “Wanna know why?”
I slowly nod, not having a clue what he’s talking about, but liking the direction this discussion is heading in.
“You’re the legal heir of your mother’s things. Barge found out your mother had a will and there’s more property than just your mother’s house. She might not have had the money in her bank to pay for her treatment, but she did own multiple buildings.”
“What?” I gasp, not understanding how this is possible and why I never knew my mother owned property...as in multiple buildings?
“The warehouse, Sheridan Slayers’s clubhouse? Your property. Otto’s house next to it? Your property.”
I blink a few times to let his words sink in. When they do? Laughter rips from me and once I start, I can’t seem to stop.
“Fuck,” Kujo rumbles. “I’m not even done yet.”
A snort leaves me along with the word, “More?”
Kujo rubs the back of his neck. “There are supposed to be some legal papers. An investment of some kind about a piece of land. Everything once belonged to your grandfather, but the man put everything in his daughter’s name.
He thought it would prevent the government from taking his belongings if they ever came after him.
When the war broke out between our clubs, taking casualties on both sides, along with Selene and my relationship going down the drain.
..she ran. Otto might have known everything was in his sister’s name, but I’m guessing it wasn’t an issue.
..until now. Did your mother have contact with Otto when she was still alive? ”
I shake my head and turn to Sable, wanting to say more but not feeling comfortable at all.
“Excuse us a moment, Prez,” Sable grunts. “We’ll be right back.”
Sable guides me through the hall and into our room.
Once the door falls shut, I whisper everything out in a waterfall of words, “My mother contacted my uncle about a week or so before she died, asking for help with the medical bills. He was all smiles and sweet, Linus too. It’s why I thought he was my friend.
Promises made of thin air from both of them until my mother died.
He made me pack a bag and took me to the clubhouse.
I thought they were helping me, but I found out the hard way that I was supposed to be Linus’s property.
I didn’t know about anything being in my mother’s name.
I thought the bank took the house and the bills were stacked so high there wasn’t any money.
My uncle promised my mother he would help.
..all while he helped himself to...to... ”
A sob rips from me and I’m being pulled against Sable’s hard chest. His warmth and scent surround me to let me pour out my grief as I sag against him.