Page 72 of Chains

Chains

I tap Zoe’s ass lightly with the palm of my hand, watching in fascination as it jiggles. Licking my lips, I would prefer to stay up here in our room then go to the party and just fuck her senseless, but I know we’re expected to make an appearance tonight.

“We need to get up. The party’s tonight.” I tell her, to which she doesn’t move, lying over me. I love feeling her against me, makes me constantly hard for her. I’d love to stay in bed fucking my woman all day, but we had things to do, and there was time to get down to those things tonight.

“Do you wanna go see your dad?” I ask, knowing that will get her moving. I watch her sit up, showing no concern that the covers are not doing their job, as she reveals her magnificent tits to me. Unshed tears in her eyes, as well as a mixture of guilt and pain. I fight hard to keep my hands to myself, instead of all over her beautiful body like I really want to.

“I’m glad he’s dead. Does that make me a bad person?” she whispers softly, lifting her eyes to look at me. “He can’t hurt me or my family ever again.”

I sit up and take her in my arms. “No, it doesn’t make you a bad person, little one. You could never be that.”

“I don’t want to return to Dallas. I want to stay here; I don’t want to work as a crime scene cleaner anymore.” She announces, her words shocking me to my core. She had always wanted to work with her father in the crime scene cleanup industry, and I never thought she’d ever want to leave it, especially when she’d taken over for Max.

But the happiness I felt that she didn’t want to go back to Dallas, that she wanted to stay here with me, was indescribable.

“Then you don’t have to return to Dallas if you don’t want to.” I tell her, holding her tight to me. “Whatever you wanna do, you can do.”

“Will you come with me?” she asks, looking up at me, and I couldn’t help lowering my lips to hers, kissing her softly, and telling her without words that I would always be there for her.

“To see your dad?” I ask, and she nods. “Sure, baby, if you want me to come with you, I will,”

Silently, we redress and return hand in hand to the common room. Kick and Tiny were there, knowing grins on their faces.

“Where are the girls?” Zoe asks, letting go of my hand, and I had to stop myself from taking it back again. Caleb is dead, so the danger is over. But I still can’t help feeling uneasy.

“They’re in the kitchen preparing salads for tonight.” Kick says, stubbing out his cigarette. “We decided to have a cookout in the backyard tonight. Family friendly, no sweet butts allowed,” he says, and I don’t miss the relief on Zoe’s face as my brothers chuckle.

“I’m guessing you’re happy about that?” Tiny asks, as Zoe grins.

“I’m going to the kitchen to see if the girls need any help, then we can go,” she replies, getting on her tiptoes to give me a quick peck on the lips.

“Go where?” Kick questions, raising a brow, when it’s just the brothers left.

“To the hospital to see her dad. She wants me to go with her.”

Kick nods his head. “We might come with you guys, if that’s okay?” Looking across at Tiny and a few other brothers who are milling around. They nod their heads in the affirmative, and I’m glad we’ll be all travelling together. Safety in numbers and all that.

“Sounds good.” I reply, looking around the room at each brother. “Anyone heard from Storm lately? How’s he doin’?”

Tiny snorts, but then smirks. “I spoke to Lil’bit the other day.”

Lil’bit was a nickname given to Mallory, Everleigh’s best friend from before she left Briar Creek all those years ago, by the club. Minutes later, Zoe returns from the kitchen. The rest of the ol’ ladies behind her.

Mallory had distanced herself from the club since her relationship with Storm had fizzled. “She’d apparently spoken to him over the phone for some time, but otherwise, she couldn’t tell me how he was.”

Seems he was avoiding his brothers, but not the woman he did the dirty on. Maybe there’s hope for his recovery yet.

“You ready to go, little one?” I ask, once the women appear from the kitchen, bringing her into the safety of my arms as she rests against me.

“Yep. Let’s go,” she says.

I lead her out to my sled, throwing my leg over the seat, and wait for her to climb on behind me. The rumbling of at least a dozen bikes behind us, and with Zoe’s body wrapped around mine behind me, goes a long way to soothing my thoughts about what Caleb said before he died. Could there still be a threat to my woman out there? And if there was, then who?

Arriving at the hospital half an hour later, we got there just in time to see the parking lot full of police and the SWAT team, which had arrived here from Dallas. What the hell was happening?

“What do you think’s going on?” Riggs asks, coming up to my sled after we’d parked. Trying to get inside was a moot point. The police stationed outside every entrance, and none of them were talking about what was going on.

“I have no fucking idea,” I reply, looking around.

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