by Emma Creed
“Yours,” I manage to choke, nodding my head against his forceful hold.
“Don’t you fuckin’ forget it.” His teeth bite down on my shoulder and my pussy tightens, flooding his cock at the same time.
His deep groans muffle into my skin as his cock jutters inside me, filling me with warm threads of cum. I topple forwards and his hand presses against my back, I feel the tension in his fingers as he grasps at my skin and we both catch our breath. Without any warning he pulls out of me and spins me around to face him, roughly taking my face in his hands.
“I was so mad back then. I’d just lost Hayley. I needed to know what you knew so I didn’t lose you too. That was the only thing I could think of to scare you enough to tell me. But I would never have hurt you. You know that, right?”
I nod back because even when I was there, locked down in that basement, I trusted that he wouldn’t harm me. Jessie must believe me because his chest sags with relief and his hold on me softens.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed. You probably need your brain bleaching after being down at the club by yourself.” Taking my hand, he walks me to the bathroom with him. He pulls down the toilet seat, then gestures for me to sit. I sit watching as he steps in the shower and cleans himself, then hand him a towel when he’s done.
“I could get used to having you around.” He smiles at me as he wraps it around his waist then pulls my naked body against his dripping wet one. I let my arms wrap around his neck and my fingers slide through his damp hair. He smells like pine trees and fresh air.
“I should shower too.” I look down between my legs, where I can feel him starting to leak out of me. But he shakes his head.
“I like you like this,” he says, kissing my forehead as he moves us through the cabin and into his room. He dries himself off and then climbs into bed leaving the covers open for me to get in beside him. So I do, and I absorb the comfort in his arm wrapping around my waist and tucking me into him.
“Night, Mads.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Night, Jessie,” I manage before tiredness takes over and my heavy eyelids close. I’m with him, I’m safe, and as long as I have him, I’m gonna get through everything that’s happened.
Before my eyes even open, my instinct is to reach out for her. And when all I feel is empty space, I panic.
Jumping out of bed, I chuck on some pants before I race to find her. There’s no sign of her, just a note propped against a glass of orange juice that reads.
Gone to see Prez.
It’s written in her perfect handwriting, and I relax. I’d been speaking with him about Maddy and me when she’d interrupted to tell us about the feds coming, and he made it clear where she stood with him when he gave me a lecture about hurting her.
Maddy has shown him her loyalty even more since then, and I’m hella relieved that I have his support. I know he told her she could help herself to some of Hayley’s stuff so I guess that’s what she must be doing.
I decide to go check in on Skid while she’s gone. When I let myself into his cabin, he’s asleep in the chair, his fingers still clinging to the empty bottle of Jack that dangles over the armrest.
I think about how pissed Carly would be if she saw the state of the place and start to pick up some of the crap. Then taking some bacon out of the fridge I set to making him something to eat. Who knows when the last time he ate something was?
I hear him stirring as I plate up the food, and he doesn’t seem at all surprised to see me when he staggers into the kitchen rubbing at his temples.
“Mornin’,” I nod at him, sliding a perfectly fried egg onto the plate beside the bacon. “Thought I’d cook you up some breakfast.”
“Nah, I’m good. Got all I need right here.” He reaches up past me into the cupboard and takes out another bottle of vodka. I snatch it out of his hands before he breaks the cap.
“C’mon man. You don’t need that.”
Skid looks like he’s gonna swing for me, but in the state he’s in, he’d be lucky to get a hit.
“Last I checked, your bitch sleeps beside you every night, so what the fuck would you know?” he says taking the bottle back, he unscrews the cap and tosses it over his shoulder.
“You don’t wanna be turning up at church later in a worse state than you're already in,” I remind him that Prez has called a meeting for later.
“Yeah well unless the discussions about how we're gonna find Chop and take turns pissing down his throat, I won’t be going.” He sits down at the table, taking a mouthful of food and chewing it roughly.
“We’re working on it, you know he ain’t gonna get away with what he did. Come on eat up, shower. I got a few more names on Rogue’s list if you wanna hammer someone's head in?” I smile to try and lighten the mood, but he doesn’t respond.
“Garage’s been busy, Rogue’s been doing her best to keep up. I’ve been helping out too where I can, but she needs you. Maybe a focus would do you some good.”
“I have a focus… Killing my cunt of a bitch brother,” he says washing down a mouthful of bacon with a swig of vodka.
“Rogue’s worried about you, at least call in down there see how she’s doin’.” Everyone knows how Skid loves the crazy assed bitch, he sees her as family. If she can’t get him out this cabin there isn't much hope for the rest of us.
“She knows where I am,” he shrugs.
“You know she's never been one for coming up here,” I remind him, Rogue ain’t the family kind. Carly was always inviting her to dinner, we try to include her in club events, but she won’t have any of it. She just likes to work engines.
“We could do with shaping up around here too,” I say looking around the room, there are doors ripped off hinges and busted up furniture.
“Tell me where you keep your tools and drill, and I’ll set to fixing this place out,” I offer. Grimm had cleaned up after Carly’s attack, so all this mess has to be Skid’s handy work.
“I don’t own a fucking drill, that’s what fucking prospects are for ain’t it?” He stares at me blankly as he knocks back the bottle again. I could have sworn Tommy returned a drill he borrowed from Skid the day of the lake party, maybe I’d misheard, or maybe Skid’s head wasn’t thinking straight. It reminds me though that no one has checked in on Tommy since he fucked off that day.
Everyone assumed after he’d gone AWOL, that maybe he’d gotten word that his dad was responsible for what happened to Carly and he was too scared to come back. No one could blame him for that.
But with Tommy, there would always be doubt in my mind. I’ve never liked the kid. But I push those thoughts to the back of my head, right now trying to pull Skid out of the hole that’s swallowing him up is more important.
“Let’s head down and see what’s happening, who knows one of those crazy fucks might have had an idea on how to find him,” I suggest.
I’m surprised when he gets out of the chair and heads towards the bathroom, and I wait for him, staring at the spot where I’d found Carly lying until he reappears. He smells better and has fresh clothes on. I nod him a smile that isn’t reciprocated, but I can live with that because he puts on his cut and we head down to the club on our bikes together.
We pull up outside, and are just about to walk in when he looks over to the garage. The door is already up, meaning that Rogue is in. She’d still been there when I got back last night. Maybe she hadn’t even left.
“I’ll be right behind you,” he tells me, heading in the direction of the garage. I knew he’d have to check in on Rogue, he’s been watching out for her since he caught her trying to steal parts from the garage when she was just a little girl. She’s had him wrapped around her little finger ever since.
She’s turned out to be useful for the club over the years, keeps her ear to the ground outside of the compound and is majorly underestimated by the people she meets outside of the club. If she’d been born with a dick, she’d have been wearing a prospect jacket years ago.
It feels
like I’ve accomplished something by getting Skid down here, now all I can do is hope that someone has a plan that will find him that vengeance he fucking needs.
Maddy
* * *
I knock on the door but no one answers, and I somehow build up enough courage to let myself in. Hayley’s dad’s kitchen is brighter than I imagined. With a blue gingham tablecloth hung over the table, and whitewashed kitchen cabinets, it’s almost pretty. The fridge is decorated with photographs, mainly ones of Hayley and Jessie pulling silly faces. Jessie looks so happy and unburdened, it makes me wish even more that I could have known them together for longer. There are a few more pictures of Hayley and her dad, but the one that breaks my heart most is the one of her and Carly. It must have been taken at Christmas because there is a huge tree in the background decorated to perfection in the living room I recognize to be Carly and Skid’s.
“You want something?” a rough voice startles me, and I spin around like a caught out school girl, hands behind my back and rocking on my heels.
“I'm sorry, sir, the door was open and I just…”
“I’ve been expecting you.” Hayley’s dad smiles at me sadly. “I've already taken what I want to keep. Help yourself to whatever you want, the rest can be boxed up for now. Maybe you can take it to charity or summit.” He grabs his keys from the worktop and starts to head for the door.
“Grimm said he brought up the chest from Carly and Skid’s and gave it to you. I was thinking maybe whatever Tobias… Chop had come back for might be in there.” I hope he doesn’t think I’m poking my nose in, but I really want to see if I can find something to help track him down.
“Yeah, I thought that too, nothing in there stood out. Take a look if you want it’s in the spare room on the bed.” He shrugs before he leaves.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear his bike pull away. The man is intimidating, even when he’s being what I guess is his version of friendly. I move through the house in search of the spare room and immediately know which one of them belongs to Hayley because it still smells like her. I pass it for now, not sure if I’m ready to go through her things just yet, and it doesn’t take me long to find the room I’m looking for. The chest is on the bed just like Prez said it would be, and I carefully go through its contents. There are lots of photos and some old paperwork, but nothing significant enough to bring him back here and commit murder. I did find a business card for a lawyer in Utah, which I tuck into my shorts pocket to look into later. Aside from that my search results in nothing.
I give in to temptation and stop by Hayley's room on the way out. I smile to myself at how messy and disorganized her dresser is. I run my fingers through the shimmery particles of brown eyeshadow that are settled on its surface. The same one that she always wore on the edge of her eyelids. There are more photos of her and Jessie stuck around her mirror, and I feel guilty for the pang of jealousy I get seeing how close they’d been.
I open her wardrobe and touch her clothes. All of them seem too good to give away, they belonged to her. It just doesn’t seem right. I half expect her to burst through the door and yell at me for even thinking of taking her clothes to charity.
But she doesn’t, and the room remains silent and lonely.
Tears prickle at my eyes at the thought of all the things I’ll never get to know about her, and when I see the corner of a box stuck out from under the bed, I wonder if it contains more photographs. Maybe I could take some back for Jessie to put up around the cabin, it might help us both feel closer to her. I slide the box out from under the bed then sit on the floor and open the lid. It’s crammed full of envelopes, all of them written to Jessie. I skim through them all, digging to the bottom of the box and the writing varies from childlike to adult.
I’m confused why Hayley has so many letters for Jessie, and I’m almost tempted to rip one open and see what’s inside. That wouldn’t be right, but I do place the lid back on the box and take it with me, leaving everything else behind.
Hopefully whatever’s inside these envelopes will bring Jessie some peace, he doesn’t sleep at night, I know he blames himself for what happened to her. He’s insistent that it was him who kept on at Prez to loosen her reins and let her do more by herself.
When I arrive back the cabin is empty, and there’s a new note left in replacement to the one I’d left for Jessie this morning.
Gone down to club, back soon.
Miss you x
I giggle at how cute he can be and I place the box on the table ready for when he gets home. Then I set to making us something nice for dinner.
He gets home a few hours later, and I can tell straight away that things haven’t gone well. I consider hiding the box for another time, but even when he sits in front of it, he’s too tense to notice it. Running his hands through his hair he releases a frustrated breath, and I flick the lid on a beer and place it in front of him. His firm hands wrap around my waist and prevent me from walking away, and he pulls me back to him his head pressing against my stomach.
“Bad day?” I ask, stroking my hand through his hair.
“Shit,” he answers.
“You wanna talk about it?”
And when he shakes his head, I decide not to push him any further.
“I made your favourite,” I say, pulling away and making my way over to the oven. “Enchiladas,” I try my best to sound enthusiastic.
“They wanna use you to find Chop,” he blurts out as if the words have been burning in his throat.
“Sure, I’ve been looking into some stuff—”
“It’s too dangerous,” his voice cuts me off, and I take a step back, confused. This is what they wanted me to do, Jessie had told me that himself.
“What?”
“Suppose Chop finds out you’re the one we’re using to find him and he comes for you. What if I’m not here? I let Hayley down, promised I’d keep her safe and I couldn’t. I ain't doing a thing to risk losing you too,” he tells me, his fist clenching tight.
“Do you think Dirty Souls are dangerous?” I fold my arms.
“For anyone stupid enough to fuck with us yeah… which is exactly my point, Chop—”
“I fucked with you,” I interrupt him this time. “I screwed you up for six months, and you didn’t have a clue who I was. You couldn’t trace me. You couldn’t stop me, and you couldn’t get to me because you never even knew I existed.” Jessie looks back at me and I can tell he’s speechless.
“Don’t underestimate me, Jessie, let me do this. I want to help.” I need to do this, to have a purpose. With the Bastards still after me, I can’t leave the compound, and trying to fix this is the perfect distraction.
“Hey I wouldn’t ever…” He stands up, and takes hold of my face the way he always does when he’s serious. “I couldn’t handle anything happening to you, and now we’ve seen what Chop’s capable of…”
“Yeah, we have, which is exactly why he needs to be stopped before he can hurt anyone else. I’m good… trust me.” I hang my head a little sideways knowing he can’t say no to me when I try being cute. “And anyway, I got this kickass biker dude that’s kinda protective of me, so I’m not worried,” I add, and when Jessie kisses me I know he’s gonna let me help.
“Could I stop you even if I wanted too?” he asks with a sigh.
“Probably not,” I tell him honestly.
“Okay, then. The first thing you can do is find that file and fucking bury it back wherever the fuck you dug up from,” he says. “If Chop goes into a federal prison, Skid’s never gonna get the chance to make him pay. He’ll sit safely behind prison bars, and now that we know that his loyalty level is a solid zero, I’m a hundred percent certain that he would rat and take us all down for the promise of an easy sentence.”
It makes perfect sense. So, I grab my laptop and set to work, but not before saving the files to my computer first. What he’s done to those other women shouldn’t be forgotten about, and I’ll make sure justice is served for them too.
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br /> It doesn’t take me long to make the files disappear, once I’m in it’s just a matter of wiping him from their system. I put in a request to close down the warrant for arrest using the name of a judge from Utah, and cross my fingers that might work. Now all that’s left to do is to find him.
“I could do with getting information from the guys, anything small could help,” I tell Jessie, as he tucks into his enchiladas.
“Sure,” Jessie nods. “We can head down when you’ve eaten, most of the guys are around today.”
“I know he probably won't feel like talking, but Tommy would be a good person to talk to, he knows Chop better than anyone. He could have childhood memories of places that might help.” Tommy hasn’t been around much lately, and who can blame him after what had happened.
“Yeah well good luck with that, he’s been missing since the day Carly got killed.” Jessie sounds frustrated.
“You can’t blame him for that, Jessie. I know better than anyone what it’s like to be ashamed of something your parent does.”
“Your mama was doin' what she thought was right, she was providing for you. She didn’t kill anyone.”
I smile at his attempt to make me feel better before getting back to work.
“Mads. You remember the day of the lake party?” There’s a curiosity in his voice that tells me something more was coming.
“Yeah.” I glance up, trying to hide my smirk. I remember him kissing me in front of everyone around the lake and how we fucked on the kitchen floor, while I wait for him to explain what I should be remembering.
“You remember seeing Tommy coming outta Skid’s place?” he questions.
“Yeah... He’d borrowed his drills or something, right?”
“See, that’s the funny thing. I tried helping Skid out earlier, and he said he didn’t own a drill.”
“Skid’s a mechanic,” I laugh.
“Different kinda drills, Mads.” Jessie smirks. “Tommy said he’d been fixing up something in one of the cabins down in Slu—” he stops himself from finishing that sentence. “Tommy lied to me.”