Chapter 21 #2
I’d debated with myself over the decision I’d made, because I’d only just gotten her back. I didn’t want to scar her, to make her turn away from me and be scared, but she also needed to know who I was.
Who Reaper really was.
It scared the shit out of me. A life without her was no life, but I needed to know.
For sure.
That she was mine.
Crouching down beside the bed, I looked over at the photo she was clutching in her hand. I remembered it well. It was the photo I’d jerked off to thousands of times over the years. I pulled it from her grasp, hardly believing that sweet, innocent girl was my little vixen now.
Tossing it on the table, I looked up to see her eyes open, and a slow grin on her face. “Hey.”
“Hey, gorgeous. You get some sleep?”
She nodded. “What time is it?”
I helped her sit up and then stand in front of me, in just one of my shirts and a pair of my jocks, tied at the side. She was fucking gorgeous, and seeing her in my clothes did something primal inside of me that I’d never experienced before.
Rowan’s eyes drifted to the photo, and back up at me. “All this time?”
“Yeah, baby, all this time,” I said, kissing her lips, softly, claiming in a way that wasn’t rushed, wasn’t forced.
She deepened the kiss, her arms pulling me closer.
I let the kiss overwhelm me for a moment, because in the next ten minutes, we were going to see if she could handle being my ol’ lady.
I was fucking terrified.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand. “I need you to get dressed.”
“Where are we going?”
“I got something to show you. Cherry gave me those clothes to give to you.”
I pointed to the end of the bed and she grabbed the tight dress Cherry had handed over downstairs. As she de-robed, I took note of her bruised body from the fight with the other chick, and cringed. She’d been mad because of me. She’d stepped into that ring…because of me.
Once she had the dress on, and it clung to every goddamn curve she had, I took her hand again and led her down the stairs of the clubhouse.
Everyone was asleep, tired from beating the fuck out of Bryan and Roger.
Once we got outside, I hesitated at the door to the shed.
Rowan looked at me, with her big doe-like eyes, innocent, but I knew better.
She had a darkness in her like no other.
I just prayed she fed into it and realised how perfect she was for me.
“Inside is…what I wanted to show you. Being with me isn’t going to be sunshine and roses, baby.
I can’t promise you that we won’t fight, but what I can promise you, is I’ll always come home to you.
I won’t stray, I will be devoted to you, and you will be to me.
No lies, no more secret shit. You want something, you come and tell me.
I’ll have shit I can’t tell you. Shit about the club that you don’t need to know about, but just know that I will tell you what I can.
I just need you to know…I will always put you first, even above the club. ”
She smiled, a sweet little mischievous smile. “You’re not meant to say that.”
I pulled her up to me, wrapping an arm around her waist, and cupping the side of her face. I ran my thumb over her jaw. “I know.”
Kissing her quickly, before I backed out of it, I pulled away to open the shed doors. Motioning for her to enter, she did, a little trepidatiously, but then she was inside.
I waited for her to freak out, but it didn’t come.
“You did this?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Me and the boys,” I answered. “It took everything in me not to finish them off.”
“Why didn’t you?” she asked, turning to me.
“It’s not my kill,” I said, handing her the bat I’d used on them earlier. It was covered in blood. “It’s yours.”
Rowan looked down at the bat, and for a few moments didn’t move. My heart beat fast, and my breath was caught in my throat.
Slowly, she reached out to take it. “You may want to look away, Wyatt. This ain’t gonna be pretty.”
“There ain’t no way I’m missing this, baby.”
I took a seat on the abandoned table next to the door and watched as she stalked toward the beaten, bloody and bruised men tied to the chairs in barbed wire.
The amount of blood on the cement floor was going to be a shit for the prospects to clean in the morning, but that was just a part of MC life.
They had to get used to it some way or another.
Bryan flinched when she moved behind him.
Slowly, she dragged the end of the bat over the cement floor, causing the deepest, dullest sound to echo around them.
Roger now flinched as she got down low, whispering in his ear.
He burst into tears, unable to hold it in.
He’d been the mouthiest since they got here, always showing us what a big boy he was with his threats.
But now, he was a blubbering mes,s and whatever my woman was saying was really fucking with him.
Good.
She raised the bat up, and slammed it into Roger’s waist. He let out a choked gasp, before she did it again, and again, and again. He fell back, the chair splintering under him, but he made no move to escape.
He couldn’t.
We’d broken his foot earlier in the night.
Rowan rained down a torrent of blows onto his chest and legs. Soon, he wasn’t even reacting, his body being pounded into the cement like a ragdoll.
Slowly, she stood up, catching her breath, before she moved behind Bryan again. He whimpered like a fool. Once she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed, he cried out and begged for his life.
Rowan chuckled, her eyes catching mine. Could she tell how fucking hard I was for her right now?
Because, damn.
“Bye bye, Bry Bry,” she sing-songed before she cracked the bat over the top of his head. His neck immediately snapped from the pressure, head lolling to the side. “It’s a shame they went so quickly.”
A chuckle loud, and proud, toppled out of me at that. “Fuck you are beautiful when you’re in your element, baby. I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“Are you?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “Well, that’s good to hear.”
She dropped the bat on the ground. I stood up, moving to sweep her into my arms, but she sidestepped me. Moving to sit down on the table, just as I had been, she crossed one leg over another, looking every bit the ol’ lady of my dreams.
“In that case…I think it’s time you paid your penance, Reaper.”
“Penance?”
Slowly, ever so slowly, she uncrossed her legs, widening them, the dress pushing up over her hip to show she was bare underneath.
Fuck. Me.
“Get on your knees,” she demanded. Fuckkkkkk. My cock was so hard right now. Slowly, I fell to the ground on my knees, dragging myself closer to her. “Now, grovel.”
Yes, fucking ma’am.