by K E Osborn
The tracker moves closer and closer, tension bubbling in the air as silence filters through the room, and a burning question echoes in my mind.
“Who was the buyer?” I blurt out, and Torque looks to me letting out a heavy breath.
“A friend of the club,” he replies then subtly glances to Sensei who tilts his head as if to say ‘why the hell are you looking at me’ as the tracker moves inside the compound. We all stand and rush out of the chapel inside the clubrooms to see Zane and Tremor escorting Cindi inside.
She walks slowly like she’s weak, but she smiles so wide as she sees us all. She looks skinnier like she’s definitely lost weight. They haven’t been feeding her, but she looks clean. There’re bruises from obvious fights, but she appears to be taken care of besides her malnourishment. Relief floods through me as we all rush toward her, crowding around her as she wraps her arms around us all.
“Man, it’s good to be home!”
We all cheer as a tear runs down her cheek, and I shudder thinking of what they must have done to her. “I’m sorry, Cindi,” I plead, but she shakes her head.
“It honestly wasn’t as bad as I thought. The Scarsis were polite to me, they never hurt me. That Matteo is hot, and he seemed to take a liking to me, so that part was fine. And these bruises? Trust me, the fighting was fun and the other girls came off second best. Honestly, the worst bit was one meal a day. Girl’s gotta eat, so ahhh… can I have something to eat?”
“On it!” Vibe calls out as he rushes to the kitchen, Ruby and Hayley flanking him as they wipe tears from their faces.
We all move back to give her some room as a man walks into the clubhouse, and I recognize him instantly—Hiro Maki, Sensei’s stepfather.
I raise my brow as he stands wearing a suit looking very… gangster.
“Father?” Sensei calls out like he’s as confused as the rest of us as to why he’s here.
“Hello, son, seems I’m in the business of buying women nowadays,” he jokes, and I smile slapping his shoulder.
“Geez, don’t let Shinobu hear you say that,” I joke.
He chuckles shaking his head. “My wife knew what I was doing. I would not go into this without her blessing. But with the help your club gave my family, I was honored to be able to step in and help out in your time of need.”
“And we thank you, Hiro.” Torque dips his head. “Thanks for getting our girl back to us. And playing the part so well.”
He bows his head as Sensei chuckles walking over to his father and dragging him away obviously to get the details.
We played the Scarsi Dettagli at their own game, and we kicked their asses without them even knowing. Enzo got his principessa back, we got Cindi, and Enzo’s out of women trafficking for good.
Win, fucking win, fucking win.
You can’t get any better than that.
Ace walks up to me, and I glance at him. “Good work on the tracker. You’re kind of a smart ass.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I know. But this was a team effort, and you helped Cindi in this as well as me. I think we both deserve a beer. Want to join me?”
I raise my brow. “Sure, beer it is.”
TRAX
Two Weeks Later
Standing back as I lean against the bathroom door, tension ripples through me as I listen to Sparx heave into the toilet. I feel fucking terrible that I can’t do anything to help her. To top it off, she doesn’t want me in there with her, so I’m standing back listening behind the closed door feeling helpless as she vomits. She’s three months pregnant, the books say the sickness should be starting to ease soon, but if anything, it’s getting worse. I hate she’s having such terrible morning sickness, but the problem is it’s seven at night, and she’s still sick.
Why the hell do they call it morning sickness when it lasts all day and fucking night?
“Babe, maybe we need to call the doctor again?” I call out. The sound of the toilet flushing eases my nerves slightly as I crack open the door to see her slumped on the bathroom floor next to the bowl, her pajamas a disheveled mess as she looks completely spent. I weakly smile as she frowns at me.
“What’s the point, it’s just morning sickness. They can’t do anything. I swear these kids are trying to kill me from the inside out.”
I let out a stifled laugh as I walk in taking a seat next to her on the floor, the air smelling stale, but I try not to think about it as I plonk down wrapping my arm around her, pulling her to me. Her body collapses against mine in defeat, and I hold her tightly stroking her hair. “Sparx you’re doing so fucking well. I’m so proud of you.” I turn to her looking her up and down. “Strip,” I simply say. She wastes no time in standing up and pulling off her pajamas.
I also don’t hesitate to stand up and pull off my jeans and shirt then reach in turning on the shower. I want to make her feel better. Make her feel loved. It’s not about anything other than letting her know I’m here for her. Especially after everything she’s going through. I’m just planning on washing and holding her. So, I lead her in, her hair instantly wetting under the hot water. Her lips slowly turn up, and I love seeing a little bit of a spark in her eyes. She grabs the toothbrush quickly brushing her teeth under the water. I watch her body move, the rivulets of water and suds sliding down as she rinses her mouth. I lick my lips taking in her naked form as I lean in planting a soft kiss against her lips. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her to me, and of course, my cock stirs. I mean I am naked in a shower, so I can’t fucking help it. But what really surprises me is that her hand is snaking down between us. Her fingers wrap around my cock, a hiss leaves my lips as they break apart from her and I look into her eyes. A small sparkle in hers makes me smirk. Her hand slowly moves up and down on my shaft, pleasure rippling through me, but this isn’t what this was supposed to be about.
Taking a deep breath as the water flows between us, my hands grip onto her arms as I look into her eyes. “Baby, we don’t have to—”
“I just want to lose myself, just for a little while, make me feel better,” she murmurs as she strokes on my cock making it very hard to concentrate. So I grab her a little harder, pushing her back against the wall. She weakly smiles, and I lean in kissing her. Hard. My tongue assaulting hers as she pulls on me with such a flawless technique I’ll be coming before I have a chance to even take another breath.
My hand slides from her arm, straight down between her legs. She parts them like a good girl, and I find her clit instantly. It’s already swollen and throbbing for me as she arches her back off the wall in pleasure. We work together building each other up. She pulls on me in just the right way sending waves of pleasure through me as I rotate on her clit bringing her quickly to her peak.
Our kiss is frantic. It’s chaotic, it’s breathy as we work together. A shudder runs down my spine letting me know I’m so fucking close. My balls tighten, squeezing up as they prepare to let loose. I groan so loud into her mouth as my entire body stiffens while I jolt hard—my cock throbbing as I feel the pressure build and then release, my hot cum exploding straight onto her stomach. My knees buckle slightly with the relief, but I know she’s close. I can’t stop my movements on her as I continue to flick her clit. Her nails grip into my shoulders as she holds on, and our lips break free needing some air.
“Shit, Konnor,” she almost yells as her nails dig into my skin. I’m sure they will have drawn blood as she explodes around my fingers.
I take a few breaths, then pull back and look at her stomach. I smirk as she glances down, and I pull her under the water to wash her clean. My hand moves over her silky skin, and I pause over her belly button—there’s twins under the small bump. My palm splays out over her belly, and she seems to understand I need a minute to let that sink in. Leaning forward, she cuddles into me, her hand moving over mine as her head rests on my shoulder.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
I look at her in awe. “I fucking love you,” I reply, pulling her into a tight embrace, my lips colliding w
ith hers. I brought her into the shower to make her feel better, but I guess I needed her to make me feel better too.
Once we’re done in here, I’m going to take my girl out into the fresh air and spend some time outside.
MYLEE
The Next Day
I slowly wake but being in the arms of Trax makes a slow smile cross my face. He’s been amazing the past few days that I need to show him how much I adore him, so I lean up pressing my lips to his mouth. His lips turn into a grin against mine as he slowly wakes up looking at me. He beams appearing completely happy. I feel like the morning sickness fog is lifting. I’ve been in such a state the last few days, this damn sickness really getting the better of me, but I feel better and more lucid.
He looks into my eyes and kisses me. “How are you this morning?” he asks.
“I think I’m hungry.”
His eyes enlarge. “You think you might be able to stomach some breakfast this morning?”
I shrug. “I can try. I’m pretty hungry today, and for the first time in days, I don’t feel like I want to, you know… hurl right now.” I giggle.
He leans in kissing my nose, then jumps out of bed in a rush putting his clothes on. I smile as I sit up in bed slowly. I don’t want to rush and risk upsetting my stomach, so I move in small, slow, measured movements as I get out of bed. I don’t bother to get changed. I don’t care if I go into the clubrooms in my pajamas. They’ve seen me at my worst, so seeing me in my pajamas when I’m feeling better seems okay.
He grabs my hand, and we walk out of the room toward the clubrooms to the smell of bacon. It seems like every morning, without fail, Ruby and Cindi are cooking the guys bacon. How the hell aren’t they all the size of a house?
It’s good to see Cindi has come back with no issues at all. Her time with the Scarsis didn’t harm her in the slightest—actually she seems even happier if that’s possible. Torque followed through and has her enrolled in acting classes. It was a big gamble which paid off for her and the club.
We step into the clubroom and everyone turns to us. They’re looking at Trax and me, smiling with genuine happiness on their faces. Happiness that I’m out here with them, joining them, back in the land of the living, back with the family, with the brotherhood. People wave tilting their heads to me in friendly greetings. A warmth floods through me. It’s nice.
Trax tightens his hand in mine turning to look at me. “You doing okay?”
Genuine peace flows through me. “I’m doing just fine.”
He exhales sounding relieved as he leads us over to a table where Sensei and Sass are sitting. Sass is getting ready to go to the garage, so we take a seat. “Morning, it’s great you’re up and about, Sparx,” Sass calls out to me as she pops a bubble of gum. Sensei wraps his arm around her shoulders looking completely smitten.
“Morning, it’s a great feeling,” I reply as Trax grins wide. It’s so much better than watching the worried frown he’s been sporting the last few days.
“I need to see those pictures of your babies when you’ve got time. I have to head off to work soon, but maybe tonight?” Sass asks. I forgot Dr. Branson gave us some printouts of the scans. We haven’t really shown anyone other than Torque and Freckles. I guess with my morning sickness, the celebrations were kind of put on hold. A sense of family and home floods through me.
“I’d love that. I’ll show you when you get home tonight.”
“Awesome. Better go, but you have a good day, yeah. Keep that smile on your dial,” Sass chimes.
“Thanks, you have a good day, too.”
She leans in kissing Sensei a little deeper than I want to see as I turn my head to look at Trax who smirks raising his brow. They eventually break free, and Sass rushes off leaving Sensei shaking his head as he takes a deep breath turning back to look at us. “I don’t understand how the hell I keep up with her.”
We both let out a laugh as he waves his hand in the air signaling for Ruby. She walks over making me smile at the club girl everyone loves so much. “Morning guys! So happy to see you all out and about. You up for some breakfast this morning, Sparx?”
“I think so.”
Her eyes light up like this is the best news she’s heard all day. “Okay, you want something big? Or wanna start off small?”
“Definitely small to start, maybe just some toast and chamomile tea?”
Trax places his hand on my knee. “I’ll have the same, but coffee instead. Thanks, Rubes.”
She bounces on her toes as she rushes off in the direction of the kitchen.
“What do you say about us getting out of here today? You, me, going and stretching our legs for a bit?” he asks.
“You wanna go somewhere?”
“Yeah, I want to go shopping.”
I let out a laugh. “Shopping? A biker, shopping? Now I have heard it all,” I scoff as Sensei chuckles along with me.
“I should be recording this for evidence,” Sensei mocks as Trax groans.
“Not just any fucking shopping… I want to buy stuff for our room, stuff for you and the babies.”
My heart leaps into my throat. Not sure I could fall any more in love with this man if I tried right now. I giggle and lean in kissing him quickly on the lips. “You’re way too good to me.”
He snorts. “This ain’t no normal shopping. We’ll only be buying the shit I think is safe for our kids. I don’t want any second-grade crap. Only the best.”
I chuckle. “You have final say on everything, I promise. I’m excited we’re doing this together.”
The look on his face tells me he’s excited to be doing this together too.
He really is going to be a great dad.
MYLEE
We ate breakfast. It felt good to actually get something into my stomach and keep it down. Those ginger and B6 pills of Kline’s are magical. I think I love her a little bit. But right now, Trax and I are walking to his truck on our way to pick out baby stuff. To say I’m excited is an understatement as I walk up to the passenger side.
Neala hops out of her car beside us. “Hey, where are you two going? What are you doing? Who are you going with?” she blurts out in quick succession with a giggle as Trax looks around the back of the truck letting out a laugh.
“What the hell, Lala? Stop being nosey,” Trax grunts as she curls up her cute button nose at her brother.
I, on the other hand, am too excited to not say something. “We’re going baby shopping for your little nieces or nephews… or both. Shit! I have no idea what we’re buying for.”
Neala puts on a stern face grabbing my shoulders. “It’s okay, we got this. I’m coming with you.”
Trax scoffs. “What now?”
“Actually… I would like another woman’s opinion. It might be helpful, Trax.”
He groans, storming around to the driver’s side. “Fine, get in,” he demands then slams his door.
Lala and I both giggle jumping into the truck, and we head straight to the baby emporium. The drive there is fun. Lala talks about all the things we can buy while Trax groans the entire time like a man with heartburn.
It’s quite entertaining.
We get to the shop and head inside. Lala is like a child in a toy store. I’ve never seen her so excited. It’s like we’re shopping for her baby, not ours. But Trax is dragging his feet watching Lala and me as we tease him.
“You know, oh brother of mine, if you have twin girls, you’re going to be so out of your depth, I’m going to love watching you squirm on a daily basis,” Lala gushes holding up a little frilly lace dress as I watch Trax’s face fall.
“Holy fucking shit, I never thought of it being two girls. Two boys, yes, one girl, maybe, but two girls… fuck!” Trax groans.
While watching her running around, I decide to ask how she’s doing. “Lala, what’s happening in your love life? You’re getting awfully clucky,” I add causing Trax to stop walking. He turns glaring at me which makes me laugh as he shakes his head adamantly, a look of absolute f
ear etched into his features.
Neala laughs, but there’s sadness behind her tone. “No, there’s definitely no babies in my near future. Hell, I don’t even think there’s a man in my near future.”
Trax goes about picking up random things as if he isn’t listening, but I know he is as I step closer to her. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well, it’s no secret Tremor and I have a thing.”
Trax lets out a small grunt. I send him a sideways glare, but he continues to gather baby supplies while trying to remain stoic.
“But he’s so on and off. He’s worried about getting his cut, so I have cooled things with him for now. I just don’t see how things will ever be okay with us. I really like him, but his focus is so intent on the club that I feel like I’m not important. So, for now, I have given up trying to be…” she shrugs, “… enough.”
Trax turns to face us, the bib in his hand curled into a tight fist. “You want me to punch him? ‘Cause I will. I’ll punch him.”
Neala laughs, but it’s only half-hearted as she continues looking at baby clothes. “No, he’ll fix his shit. Whether I’m a part of his future or not, I don’t know, but for now, I’m not. I know he respects Torque, and my brother, the almighty president, not being completely on board with us, has really put Tremor off. I just have to deal with the fact I’m not good enough for him.”
Trax groans, shaking his head. “Now I’m gonna have to punch him.”
Lala laughs. “No, don’t. I’m fine. Honestly. Leave it. You have better things to concentrate on… like little babies and naming them awesome things.”
Trax grimaces as he looks to me. “Shit. We have to think of four names.”
I laugh looking at him. “Why four?”
“Two boys… two girls,” he replies.
I wince in understanding. “Shit, yeah, of course. Urgh, how the hell are we going to come up with four names?” I whine as Lala pulls out her cell.