Chaotic Love

by Eva Leon

  After another stomach grumble, I decided that I would. I had no idea how long Damon would be gone, and the prospect of waiting for him to return to eat was unpleasant at best.

  I looked at the stove and quickly turned away. I didn’t know how to cook, and I wasn’t going to mess with it. The last thing I needed was to start another fire.

  Instead, I went through the fridge until I found meat, cheese, mayo, and lettuce. “I can make a sandwich,” I said aloud. “It can’t be that hard.” There was a loaf of bread wrapped in paper on the counter, so I found a drawer with knives and cut two slices.

  As I assembled the sandwich, I thought about Damon and everything that had happened since he kidnapped me. He’d taken me and given me things that no one else ever had. Damon was helping me get clean, and he saved me from myself when I started the fire. He was far from perfect, but I’d meant it when I said I loved him. At least, I thought I did. I had no idea what real love was, but it seemed like what I felt for him had to be it.

  I cut the sandwich in half and carried it over to the kitchen table. The window overlooked a sparkling blue swimming pool, and I smiled. I started to believe that I could have this life with a man I loved. Maybe he’d even let me go to school. When I was little, I dreamed of being a husband to a strong Alpha and daddy to a sweet baby. I could love a child the way no one had ever loved me. Could I have a real family with Damon? Did he even want that?

  In my mind I could see a couple of spoiled kids running amok through the kitchen while I cooked spaghetti. They’d be laughing, and I’d tell them to stop running in the house. But I would laugh, too. No one would yell. No one would get hit with a belt just for being a kid.

  Of course, at night when they were in bed, Damon could still spank me from time to time. He could still own my body and make me submit when it was just the two of us alone.

  I smiled at my little domestic fantasy and took another bite of my sandwich. When I was finished, I found the soap and sponge under the sink and washed my plate. I put it in the rack to dry. My bottle of pills sat on the counter, so I took one and headed for the living room.

  I’d told myself that I wanted to stay, and I was pretty sure of that. But there was some part of me that wanted to try the door. I wanted to see if I could really open it. Was I really free to go? Or had my prison just gotten bigger?

  I walked through the kitchen, down the hall and stood in the front entryway for what felt like an eternity. It was probably no more than a few minutes, but it felt like forever.

  What if I was locked in? What would I do if Damon had given me free rein over the house, but I was still his prisoner? When I could no longer stand the suspense, I reached out for the knob.

  It turned, and I felt the latch click. I pulled it a little, and a tiny sliver of light spilled through the crack. I could open it. I could open it and walk right out of the house into the world.

  Before I could open the door further, someone kicked it in. Since I had my hand on the knob, the door flew back and cracked me in the forehead. I didn’t black out, but the force did knock me on my butt.

  Two men burst through the open door. They had guns trained on me. “Time to go home, Thorn,” one of them said before they grabbed me and put a black bag over my head.

  I tried to fight, but I felt something sharp stick my arm. Seconds later, the already dark world went completely black.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Damon

  I was surprised when he didn’t shoot me. Instead, Stanislav and his men left me in the room. Cold dread gripped my chest. If they knew all along, they knew Finn was alone at home. I’d left him with free run of my house. He was completely unprotected. At least if I’d left him in his basement room, Stanislav’s goons wouldn’t have been able to get in.

  I’d promised him protection, and I’d failed. All that was left was to make sure that Finn made it out of this thing alive. Hopefully, I could get a message to him before I died. I could tell Finn to go to the MC. I knew which brothers would respect my dying wishes. I’d send him to them, and they’d take care of my Omega.

  So I sat in that room and waited. It was dark and cold, and I was glad that I’d been with Finn one last time. When I died, I’d think of his sweet smell and the warmth of his body.

  The minutes felt like hours, but eventually the door opened again. Stanislav and two guards walked in with Finn. One of them shoved him into the center of the room, and it took all of my strength not to lunge at him right then. But I knew better, and I would not risk Finn’s life if I didn’t have to put him in danger.

  “Damon,” he said and reached for my hand.

  It was so cold and sweaty. I turned to look in his eyes, and all I could see was terror. Finn was pale and shaking, and it made something inside of me snap.

  I gave his hand a squeeze. “Go to the MC. Ask for Stumpy,” I said.

  Before he could say anything else, I spun around and lunged at the goon nearest me. My elbow met his nose, and I heard a sickening crack. He dropped his gun, but I caught it before it hit the floor.

  I spun again, and the other goon took two to the chest. He stumbled back in shock, and then fell to the floor.

  All I’d wanted was to protect Finn, and I feared that I couldn’t take all three of them out before one of us was killed. It turned out that I only had to worry about two.

  Stanislav fled like a coward, but I wouldn’t let him get away that easily. I chased him out of the room. “Freeze,” I called out as he ran past the Omegas’ cages.

  The Omegas all screamed and huddled in the back corners of their cages. For a second, I watched them cower and cry. I felt a stab of guilt in my chest. I’d left them there to rot because all I wanted was Finn for myself.

  I hated myself in that moment. I’d let rage turn me into a coward no better than Stanislav.

  “Damon,” he said and began to turn around. “We can work something out.”

  “Stop,” I said. “Put your gun down and face me. I don’t shoot men in the back.”

  He laid the gun down on the ground and smiled. “Come on, man, we can work this out. You can have…”

  I put a bullet in his brain. There was nothing he had that I wanted. The Omegas started screaming again, but they calmed a little when they saw Finn come out of the other room with a key.

  “I’m going to let them go,” he said.

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I responded.

  And I didn’t. With no one to take care of them, who knew what would happen to them all? Turning them loose on the street seemed stupid and cruel. They had no idea how to live and putting them into the system wouldn’t help either.

  “What about the MC?” Finn asked softly.

  It wasn’t a half-bad idea. I doubted we could support them all in our local chapter, but we had room for a few. The rest could go to other chapters. There were worse fates than to end up with a biker.

  “All right,” I said, “but we’ve got to get them out of here quickly and they have to cooperate.”

  “Can you do that?” Finn asked them all.

  A resounding “Yes, Thorn” went up, and I knew I’d made the right decision about not turning them loose. They’d all need a lot of help and a strong hand to make it in this world, but I knew my brothers would rise to the challenge.

  We led them out of the house and down the street to a nearby park. I called Stumpy and told him what was going down. “Bring the truck and van.”

  I heard the sirens coming toward Stanislav’s house, but no one bothered us. The Omegas sat cross-legged in the park on the grass until my brothers rolled up and took them out of there. They were dressed in nothing but filthy rags, and they had their faces turned up to the sun. I wondered how long it had been since any of them had felt it on their skin. Not one of them tried to get up and run, and if I’d been a softer man, it would have broken my heart.

  Chapter Thirty

  Finn

  When the Omegas were back at the clubhouse, and Da
mon and I were home, I had a decision to make. My heart was bursting at the way he’d put his own life in danger to save me, and I had to decide if I was going to tell him how much I loved him. Or did I wait for him to say it first?

  “Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” he asked, and I froze.

  “Like, out to a restaurant?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “Like a date. It’s not something I’m very good at, but for you, I’ll try.”

  “I think I’d rather stay in and have empanadas and meat stew by the pool,” I said cautiously.

  “Finn, you know I had to fire her,” Damon said, but I could hear a hint of regret in his voice.

  “It was my fault, Damon. People mess up. I’ve heard it’s hard to quit smoking. You’re helping me detox, and maybe you should help Leena, too,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

  He thought about it for a moment. “It’s what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I’ll call Leena and give her her job back,” he said and smiled. “For you. But she’s on probation. You’re the Omega of the house now, so it’s your job to make sure the staff stays in line.”

  I swallowed hard. I’d never had staff, and I’d certainly never been anyone’s boss. “You think I can handle that?”

  He crossed the room and swept me into his arms. I couldn’t help but laugh. That was something I’d never done before, and the sound made Damon’s eyes light up. “I like that,” he said and kissed my nose. “Yes, you can handle it, baby. I’m convinced there is nothing you can’t handle.”

  “I love you,” I said before I could stop myself.

  “I know,” he said and laughed when my eyes went wide.

  “You know?”

  “I heard you. The doors in this house are good, but they aren’t impenetrable.” He kissed my nose again. “And for the record, Finn, I love you too.”

  Damon

  Three Years Later

  “Come on,” I called into the bedroom. “Let’s get going.”

  “Nothing fits,” Finn called back from the master bathroom.

  “I swear I’m going to come in there and spank your ass if you don’t move it,” I said with a smile on my face.

  “Again?” Finn poked his head out of the bathroom and then ducked back in.

  “Leena’s got the food ready, and I’m about to light the fire in the fire pit, Finn.”

  It was the anniversary of the night I’d killed Stanislav and Finn and I had said “I love you” to each other for the first time. It was kind of a twisted anniversary, but it worked for us. Everything about us was a little twisted, but in good way.

  Leena had come back to work immediately as soon as I called. She’d fixed us empanadas and meat stew for dinner, and Finn and I ate it by the pool with a fire in the fire pit. It was our tradition to do that same thing again every year on that date.

  I had a surprise for Finn, though, and I was coming out of my skin waiting for him to get his butt down to the pool. I’d purchased the most expensive pink diamond studded engagement ring the jewelry store had, and I wanted to ask him to be my husband.

  “Just go light the fire, Damon. I’ll be down in five,” he said without coming out.

  “You’re getting mouthy,” I teased.

  “If you want my mouth to do anything for you later, you’ll just get out of here.”

  He seemed a little crabby, so I decided to let him be. Finn had been grumpy a lot the last couple of weeks, and he hadn’t been eating much. He said he thought he caught a stomach virus or something. If my Omega didn’t eat enough of our anniversary dinner, I was calling in the doctor.

  I went down to the fire pit and got the fire rolling. Finn made good on his word and joined me a few minutes later. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and slacks that made him look like a god who had stepped out of heaven. I wasn’t sure if it was the sunset or the way the white fabric reflected off his skin, but I could swear Finn had a glow.

  “You look gorgeous,” I said, and he blushed.

  It was one of the things I loved most about Finn. Even after three years, he still blushed when I complimented him. He never took anything for granted, and it made spoiling him even more fun.

  “Thank you,” he said and sat down at the table. “But I’m getting fat.”

  He had a little more meat on his bones, but Finn was nowhere near fat. He was soft in all the right places and firm in the right ones too, and I loved all those places dearly.

  “You’re not fat,” I said and joined him at the table. The ring box in my pocket poked me in the leg and reminded me that I had work to do. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  “I’ve got a surprise for you, too,” he said and looked down quickly. “Though, I’m not sure how you’re going to like it. It involves both of our lives changing and me getting even fatter.” A single tear ran down his cheek.

  “What is it, baby?” I was out of my chair and kneeling beside him in a flash. “Are you sick? We can get through anything. I’ll take care of you.”

  “I’m not sick,” he said and took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

  I wasn’t expecting that. The doctor said that Finn probably couldn’t have babies, but thankfully, the doctor had been wrong. Excitement just about burst out of my chest. I was happier than I’d ever expected that news to make me.

  “Say something, Damon,” Finn pleaded, and I realized I was just sitting there with a dumbstruck look on my face.

  “Well, then I guess that’s going to make my surprise that much sweeter,” I said and pulled out the ring box.

  “You knew,” he said and began to sob. “Put it away. You’re only asking because I got knocked up.”

  “Baby, no,” I said and took his hand. “I didn’t know. I was going to ask you tonight. I’ve been planning it for months.”

  “You didn’t know?”

  “No,” I said and shook my head. “I had no idea. Last I heard you couldn’t have babies.”

  “And you’re happy?” Finn asked hopefully.

  I stood up and pulled him into my arms. “Of course, I’m happy, baby. You’re going to be my husband, and we’re going to have a real family.”

  Finn kissed me hard before saying, “I’m going to be your husband, huh? I never answered, you know.”

  “Well, then hurry up and answer so we can celebrate.”

  He tossed his head back and laughed the laugh that would be my saving grace for the rest of my life. “Yes, Damon. I will marry you.”

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  This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.