Chapter 43
Coming out of the sliding doors with my arm in a sling, I see it starting.
I’m not sure how it got this far here of all places, but here we are, I guess.
I’ve already had a horrible morning, so walking out to my boyfriend and my brother fighting in the hospital parking lot isn’t exactly what I was hoping for.
“You fucking lied to me for nine years.” Z shouts, hitting Eli once, causing his face to turn sideways, but he doesn’t move past turning his face back.
“Guys, what the fuck?” I shout, rushing over.
Zeke holds his hand out, stopping me and shaking his head. “You want them good? They need to have it out.”
Sighing, I look at the group around me as Liv and Tate both shrug.
“You fucked my sister in my house!” Z shouts again.
I feel the crowd turning and looking at me.
“I see that came out.” I whisper, leaning over to Tate.
“Yeah, Zane put the pieces together in the waiting room. I honestly thought they were going to throw fists before you were out of surgery.”
“Jesus.” I mumble, shaking my head. “I guess at least it isn’t in front of the club.”
“Yeah,” Zeke nods as well, but there’s a slight smile beyond his face.
Z continues to yell at Eli as he lands punches on him, but Eli still says nothing and doesn’t defend himself.
“Put your fucking hands up and do something.” Z screams at him.
“Z you need to get it out.” He calmly says.
Swinging again, Z shouts. “And you fucking sat and confided in me how you had just found out your girl had a miscarriage, meanwhile it’s my fucking sister!”
“Wait?” Zeke shouts now as Z wraps Eli up, pushing him backwards, about to fall to the ground when Zeke runs over and grabs hold of Z, yanks him backwards, and continues to shout, “You fucking knew?”
Eli just stands in the middle of them, arms not really flying anymore, but the boys reverting to when they were kids and wrestling, and they’re shoving each other, and Eli, from side to side.
Z and Zeke are now just screaming at one another, and I’m not really paying them any attention.
Covering my mouth, I see the blood trickling down from Eli’s lip and the red mark forming on the side of his head. His eyes come up to mine, and neither one of us can stop it as we laugh over the absurdity that we are currently in.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” comes shouted from behind us, as a car door slams shut and there are footsteps running over to where they are. “What’s going on?”
I see the agent who was asking me questions this morning running over, followed by Collins, and they pull the three of them apart.
“What the fuck?” the agent asks. “Sit!” she demands them. It’s fucking comical how all three of them listen, sitting on the concrete wall just behind them. I guess reverting to childhood is also causing them to listen to authority, now.
“Yeah.”
“Not your business,” Z snaps out, looking at both Eli and Zeke.
“No, security here called it in.”
“And why did both of you come?” Eli tries to keep his laugh hidden as he says it.
Cutting his eyes at Eli, he just continues. “Why are you guys fighting in the parking lot?”
Stepping over, I look at them. “Z just found out about everything.” Collins nods. “Then Zeke found out how Z knew about my miscarriage well before he overheard it.”
None of the guys say anything as they look down.
“What?” the agent asks.
“Where do you want to know from?”
“The beginning.”
“Okay. So Eli and I got together last year. He and my brothers had been friends since they were kids. They had a falling-out. Z just found out that Eli kept things —”
“Fucking lied.” Z shouts… like a child.
“Kept things.” I repeat myself, correcting him.
“Okay, never mind.” She tosses her hands up as she says it. “I don’t care.” She looks back at them. “Next time, just keep the public out of it.”
“The public wasn’t involved.” Zeke snaps.
“You’re fighting in the parking lot of a hospital. You brought public into it.” She shakes her head. “You don’t want them to call anyone; just keep it in the house.”
Eli looks at Z and is doing a terrible job of forcing the smirk from his face. It spreads immediately throughout the group, but I’m the first one whose laugh slips out before the rest break after me.
The agent looks at all of us confused, as we’re all laughing. The 3 of us standing at the side walking over to the boys.
“What is happening?” she asks, and it actually makes us all laugh harder.
“Eli’s not technically family,” Collins explains.
Z almost had his laughter under control until he hears it and loses it again.
* * *
We’ve been home for a day. Eli has hardly let me out of his sight since we walked into his house. He convinced me his place would be better since there are fewer stairs.
“Hey,” I walk into the kitchen after finally sneaking away to the bathroom. “Let’s go for a ride.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Come on, it’ll be fine.” I laugh, shaking my arm as much as I can. “Okay, Z called. They’re having a party at the gym and wanted to invite us.”
“Us?”
“Yes. Us.” I laugh. “You told me he said he was okay with us.”
“Yeah, he did, but he also said that he and I weren’t okay.”
“And you fought since then.” I remind him.
“Yeah, but we’re still not good.”
It makes me cackle.
He just looks at me, confused.
“Please, you guys went from yelling at each other in the hospital to having a bromance moment in the basement of Pistons a few weeks later. That’s just what you guys do. Even when we were kids, I would watch you two get mad at each other one minute and then be laughing the next.”
“We don’t have a bromance.”
“Puh-lease.” I cackle. “You two are the epitome of a bromance. You two barely speak for 9 years and when you did, it was still all bromantic and shit.” Shaking my head.
“How many other houses do you think big, bad, scary MC president Zane Anderson has ever shown up at in the middle of the night, crying?” pausing and walking up to him, wrapping my right arm around his neck and looking up.
“You two are going to be fine. You’ll be besties again before you know it. ”
“Is that weird for you?”
“Ask me again when it happens.” I laugh. “You may need to omit some things, though.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve already been trying to. He finally listened and stopped asking questions when I told him he didn’t want to know anymore.”
“About what?”
“About why he didn’t see you in my truck when we were on our date.”
Grinning, I nod my head again.
Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, wrapping his arm around my back.
“We could revisit that.” I laugh.
“Drew, you’re still healing.”
Pouting, I pull away from him and roll my eyes before I turn around and walk away. “Fine, if you don’t want me.”
His hand comes down, gripping around the back of my neck and pulling me backward into him.
“What have I told you about not wanting you?” his breath dances on my neck. “Baby, it’s never changed. I’ve still been fucking hard for you since I tasted you. Anytime I thought of you…”
I can feel his dick presses into my lower back.
“I know you can feel how you make me throb.”
“So are you trying to say you can’t have me again? Remember what happened last time you said that.”
“I don’t. At least not all of it.”
“What do you remember?” I whisper.
“Not much.” Turning, I look at him, and he nods. “When I woke up, I thought I’d just dreamed it. Cause you were gone.”
“Sorry.” I grimace as I say it. “I panicked.”
“I can imagine. It wasn’t until I got up and found your panties underneath me I realized it wasn’t a dream.” He whispers, leaning into me and feeling his hand skim the waistband of my shorts.
“I thought you said I was still recovering.”
“I did.” He nods. “Meaning I won’t let you swallow my cock, not that I can’t make love to you.”
“Gross.” I laugh.
“Shut up, you love it.”
“I do.” I grin. “But you don’t have to fuck my throat.”
Groaning out he shakes his head as he continues to look at me. “I know I don’t have to, but I also know you.”
“Shut up, you love it.” I copy him, making him laugh again.
“Damn right I do.” He nods his head and pops the button on my shorts simultaneously, letting them fall down to the ground.
His hand skims up my thighs, sliding between at my apex, and his fingers graze my clit.
“Oh, God.” I gasp out, licking my lips and looking up at him. His eyes reflecting the same hunger I feel. “I need to feel you.”
My demand ignites the flame that’s lingering just beyond both of us for the last few days as we pull and each other’s clothing, causing them to pile up on the ground. And Eli helps me carefully remove my arm from the sling,
I’m in the air, my legs wrapping around his waist as he guides me down the hallway and into his bedroom, placing me on the bed.
He pauses for a moment as he looks down at me as if he’s taking every ounce of me in.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” He whispers, a smirk lining his lips as he knows it’s the same thing he said to me before the first time we slept together.
Reaching over to the side table and opening the drawer, pulling the foil packet out.
As he goes to rip it open, he pauses and looks at me.
I read the confusion on his face for a moment before he looks at me.
Slowly, I shake my head no.
His face breaks out into a wide smile as he tosses it to the side, leaning into me, finding my mouth as I feel his cock pressing inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp out.
We move as one. Even with the months we’ve been a part we’ve never forgotten the other’s body.
* * *
Walking into the gym, the MC stands around.
Tate nods to me as she walks over, hugging us and handing me a drink.
“Everyone’s staring at us,” Eli tells me.
“No, they’re not.”
“No, actually, they are.” Tate nods as she looks around the room as well. “Why are you so late?”
“Got held up doing something.” I try not to let the smirk come across my face, but it still does.
“Hate that.” Zeke shouts as he walks over. “Are you ready to do this?”
“What?” I ask.
“Not you.” Stopping, he turns and looks at Eli. “You. Let’s go.”
“We already fought,” he shouts at Z, and then pointing at his face. “I still have the bruises to prove it.”
“Shut up, come on.” Zeke demands.
“What are they doing?” I ask Tate as Eli follows him with no questions asked.
“I have no idea.” She shakes her head, nodding to me that we should follow them.
As we approach the group, Eli walks up to where Z stands and stops just short of him.
Z turns, looking at Eli, and then the rest of the club. Before he starts, his eyes scan the crowd until he and I are looking at each other. When he sees me, he smirks, nodding his head once, and then back to Eli.
“You asked me about the money.”
I can feel Eli’s tension as he looks around the room. Of course Z discussed everything with the club; that’s how it works.
“Money?” Tate asks.
“He was on my dad’s payroll; when Dad died, the money didn’t.”
“Oh...” Her eyes widen.
“We all discussed it.” He tells him. “And have come to a consensus that you take that money and take care of my sister.”
“Fuck that!” I shout from the side. “I can take care of myself.”
“The hell you can,” Eli mutters.
The group laughs as Z shakes his head. “You know what I mean.” He glares at me before he looks back at Eli. “You’ve done a lot for the club. You keep it.”
“Okay.”
“And we want to express our gratitude to you.”
“You’re welcome?” Eli awkwardly says. He stands there for a few more minutes as silence fills the gym before he nods his head and turns around to walk back.
“Eli, there’s one more thing.” Z calls, stopping him.
I watch as he turns back around.
“It’s yours if you still want it.” Z tells him as Zeke steps in closer, holding the kutte in his hands.
Eli looks at each of them, “Hell yeah!” He quips out as the bikers surrounding us cheer.
I watch Eli as he pushes his arm through the holes, bringing it across his chest. His eyes land on me, and I move over to him, pressing my lips to his, and can feel the smile.
Pulling back, I gasp as I run my fingers over the new patch on the front.
“What?” he sounds shocked as he glances down where my eyes are glued. “No.” I watch him as he looks up and around. “What?” he looks back at Z, shocked.
“Well,” he laughs. “We haven’t had one for whatever reason. But we all figured you’ve shown that you’d sacrifice everything. That you’d go to prison for the club. That you’d spill blood right here where we’re standing, to protect family. So, Sergeant at Arms seems like the obvious choice.”