Meish scoffed and said, “Rocco, let me tell you something. When I said that she was going to help us get her father to the table with my plan, I wasn’t asking. I was telling you that this is the plan we’re going with. If you’ve got a problem with it,” he pointed towards the door that led to the lobby. Shadows moved past the door and Meish said, “there’s the door. Of course, we’d keep Hailey. I couldn’t let you walk out of here with the solution to all of my problems.”
Rocco scowled and rose to his feet. He shot an angry glare towards Meish and said, “Fine. If you want to have it that way, then fine. Come on, Hailey.”
Hailey jumped to her feet and followed rocco out of the office. Meish leaned back in his chair, and put his arms over his belly. A coy smile tugged at the edges of his lips.
***
Hailey glanced over her shoulder to peer at Clyde before she returned her attention to the people strolling past the front entrance of the Chasing Spirits Motorcycle Club. A small wave of nausea rolled in her stomach, and her breasts had begun to ache the day before. It had been three days since Meish told her and Rocco about his plan, and while Hailey was furious at being reminded that she was ultimately being used as a pawn in Meish’s game, she wanted this part of things to be over as soon as possible.
Her fingers drew a small circle around her lower abdomen, and she took a deep breath. Hailey took a deep breath and savored the feel of the sunlight bathing over her skin. Sunlight was her only reprieve, and she didn’t get a chance to see much of it since Clyde was usually a hawk about keeping tabs on her in his own way.
It’s so hard to check on Becca as much as I’d like because he’s always watching. Hailey looked over her shoulder once more and met eyes with Clyde. Clyde put on a polite smile and raised his coffee cup. He tapped his finger against the tan, ceramic mug and said, “Interested in coffee this morning? I ordered decaf for you.”
Hailey smiled and said, “Yeah, I’ll go and grab some soon.” Hailey stepped away from the window and walked over to Clyde’s desk. I suppose that was my first warning of the day. She watched as Clyde eased into his chair and wiggled his mouse until his computer screen came to life.
I can’t be too mad at him. He’s under Meish’s thumb like the rest of us. Hailey glanced at the closed door of Meish’s office and fought back a wave of non baby related nausea. She shook her head and patted the surface of Clyde’s desk. “I’ll be around, okay? If you need me, you can find me in the lounge.”
Without looking up from his paperwork, Clyde said, “Sounds good. Stay out of trouble. It was one thing when Rocco left me in charge of watching his Old Lady, but I’ve never been responsible for an unborn child before. By the way, your kid is probably going to be a little hellion if it ends up being anything like Rocco.”
Hailey chuckled and moved away from the desk. She strolled down the hallway and listened for the sound of chatter or groans as she moved deeper into the hallway. While Hailey knew exactly why they were not only keeping Becca alive, but around the club but over the last few days, she managed to condition herself to forget.
She pressed her hand against the door to Becca’s room and sighed. Hailey wrapped her fingers around the doorknob, and when she twisted the knob and pushed the door open, the same putrid smells from before flooded Hailey’s senses. Hailey blinked hard and cupped her hand over her mouth.
Hailey hurried into the room and shut the door. She leaned against the door and shook her head.
“Shit,” she mumbled. She could taste the smells of sex and sweat. Hailey moved over to the bed, where the grey sheet that Becca had swathed herself in before had been tossed to the floor. Becca’s body was pushed against the wall beside the bed. Her bony and bruised legs were pulled to her chest. Her mess of tangled blonde hair spilled over face.
Hailey frowned and moved towards the bed. She waved her hand out in front of her and said, “Becca?”
Becca was still as Hailey moved forward. Hailey’s muscles were tense, she anticipated a sudden movement from Becca. However, as she got close enough to the bed for her thighs to knock against the edge of the mattress, Becca’s frail limbs hadn’t loosened any.
A rush of fear went through Hailey’s body, a sudden feeling of lightheadedness invaded her head, and she braced herself against the mattress. Her fingers clutched the edge of the mattress, and she eased herself onto the bed.
Hailey inhaled, ignoring the smells and the mounting nausea that was swirling in her stomach. She extended her arm and pressed her palm against Becca’s knees.
“Becca?” Hailey’s voice had taken on a heavier, deeper tone. With more urgency, she shook her friend’s leg and said, “Becca?”
Just as a frog sized lump had settled in her throat, Becca shifted, and the curtain of tangled hair fell to the side. Her eyes, while they had appeared unfocused on and uncaring before, were glossy and dazed. She lifted her head and parted her cracked lips, “Who’s there?”
Hailey’s eyes widened, and she shifted onto her knees. She leaned into Becca’s face and pushed a few strands of hair off of her forehead. “Becca,” she whispered, “it’s me. It’s Hailey. Come on, sit up.”
Becca frowned but didn’t object as Hailey pulled her legs away from her stomach, and wrapped her fingers around her wrist. Hailey yanked her into a sitting position, and pushed her back against the cool wall.
Hailey smiled and said, “Hey, what’s going on? Do you know who you are?”
Becca’s head tilted on her shoulders, and she blinked, her eyes were closed long enough to convince Hailey that she’d fallen asleep. Hailey held her breath when Becca’s eyes weakly fluttered open, and open, and she blinked again.
Becca tilted her head to the side and said, “Hailey?”
Hailey nodded and said, “Yes, yes. What’s wrong? What have they been doing to you?”
Becca smacked her lips together and her head fell back against the wall with a thump so unsettling that Hailey considered leaving the room.
What if she needs a doctor? “Becca? Tell me what they did to you.”
“One of the big guys…” she drawled, “gave me something to relax. Said I was too squirmy for him, couldn’t…” she yawned, “do what he needed to do.”
“Oh my God,” Hailey said. Rage pushed at the corners of her brain, she pleaded with herself to keep her own survival in mind, and the survival of her unborn child.
That’s right. Becca doesn’t even know about the baby. I’m walking around and making deals with Meish and Rocco, and they’ve drugged Becca and tossed her away in here.
Becca sighed and it looked as if the action had taken all of the energy that she had. She slumped against the wall and weakly lifted her eyes. Hailey patted her on the thigh and said, “I’m going to get you out of here. I’m not going to let them do this to you.” Hailey held her fingers to her stomach and moved towards the door. She wrapped her hands around the doorknob and pushed the door open. Hailey stepped into the hall, the sound of Rocco’s gruff voice and Clyde’s complementing measure voice floated through the halls.
Hailey moved towards the lobby and stopped just before she moved into the room. Can I really do this? Can I really expect a group of some of the toughest men in Chicago to keep their hands off my friend and I? Rocco’s promise echoed in her mind, but she reluctantly admitted to herself that despite his good intentions, he might not be able to keep her, Becca, and the baby safe if Meish had anything to do with it.
Hailey moved into the lobby, and approached Rocco as he pointed at one of the papers in Clyde’s hands.
“See? I don’t see why Meish even wants you to bother with stuff like that, if it were left up to me, I’d have you out with the riders every day.”
“I really don’t mind doing these all day, someone has to process the records around here. Who’s going to do the bookkeeping while you guys are out?”
Hailey snorted. Who’s going to do the bookkeeping while the rest of you are raping and pillaging is more like it.
Rocco turned his head towards her and said, “Hailey, shouldn’t you be lying down?”
“I’m pregnant, not disabled.” She swatted his arm and tossed a facetious smile in Clyde’s direction.
Clyde chuckled to himself while Rocco said, “I see that you’re already hormonal. Did you need something?”
Hailey nodded and pointed towards one of the lounge rooms. “I need to talk to you.”
Rocco sent what was intended to be a reassuring glance towards Clyde before he redirected his attention towards Hailey. He followed her towards the lounge room and stepped in behind her. He flicked his finger along the lock and moved into the center of the room, where Hailey stood with her arms across her chest and her eyes to the floor. Her right leg jiggled, and she violently shook her head and said, “Rocco, you have to do something about this.”
Rocco’s eyes widened as Hailey whipped around and charged him. Her small fists pelted into Rocco’s firm chest, and she screeched, “Do you even know what they’re doing to her?”
Hailey shoved her hands into Rocco’s chest before he snapped up both of her wrists in his hands. Rocco’s hands felt massive compared to hers, and the gentle pressure that he applied to her wrists only affirmed what he might be capable of.
Tears streamed down Hailey’s beet red face, and she said, “They’re fucking drugging her and just treating her like a sex doll. I can’t believe this, this is all my fault.”
Hailey slumped to her knees and Rocco knelt down and leaned in towards her. “What are you talking about?”
“Becca,” Hailey sobbed. “She’s not anything like she used to be, Rocco. You need to get her out of there. You promised that you would protect me , but she’s a part of the deal too. I don’t want things to get any worse.”
Rocco wrapped his arms around Hailey’s shoulders and pressed his face into her neck. He sighed and said, “Look, that’s where Meish wants her-”
Hailey’s shoulders violently shook with sobs. She swiped at the tears that covered her cheeks and said, “But what about what you want? You’re able to keep me safe.”
“As much as I can. And things are especially different now that we’ve got this whole thing going on with the baby. I’m going to keep you safe, but I’m going to follow orders.” Rocco shrugged and said, “I’m sorry that I can’t offer more right now.”
Meish could have us killed at any moment. Hailey twisted out of Rocco’s arms and scooted over to the sofa to the right of them. She pulled her knees to her chest and relaxed against the bottom of the sofa.
Rocco sighed and moved over towards the sofa. Hailey scooted out of his reach, she dug her nails into the carpet and refused to face him. Rocco snaked his arms around Hailey’s waist and ignored her protests as he pulled her close to his chest.
“Listen,” he breathed into her ear, “I’m going to do my best to keep you safe. Just because I’m following orders doesn’t mean that you and the baby,” he ran his hands over her lower belly, “won’t be protected.”
Hailey dried her eyes on her shirt. She twisted around in Rocco’s arms to face him and said, “Okay.”
Rocco eyed her warily and repeated, “Okay?”
Hailey nodded and said, “Okay.”
Rocco wrapped his fingers around her neck and pulled her face close to his until their noses touched. He pressed his lips against hers and whispered, “I’m going to take care of you.” Rocco kissed her on the cheeks, forehead, and lips again before he rested his head in the crook of her neck. He inhaled and breathed in the smell of her skin. Rocco pressed his lips into the soft skin on her neck. His lips lingered there before they traveled up her neck, and stopped just behind her ear. He kissed her, and ran his tongue along her skin.
Rocco’s lips curled into a smirk as he repeated, “I’m going to take care of you.”
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Rocco ran his fingers along Hailey’s collarbone, and she tilted her neck back and groaned.
“Rocco, what are you doing?”
He chuckled and said, “Taking care of you.” His fingers traveled from her collarbone to the space in between her breasts, he cupped his hand along her small mound and Hailey twitched beside him. She raised her eyes towards him and pushed her body towards his.
Hailey raised her arms and wrapped them around Rocco’s neck, she pulled him close to her and softly brushed her lips against his. Rocco slipped his arm underneath Hailey’s waist, and pushed her down until her back connected with the floor. His fingers brushed her stiff nipple and Hailey writhed underneath him. Her tongue danced with his and Rocco’s closed around her breast.
Rocco disentangled his tongue from hers. Hailey watched as Rocco pulled away from her and lowered his hand to her snug fitting shorts. He tugged at the buttons and slid her shorts over her legs. His hands swept over her creamy skin, and he gripped both of her thighs. His nails pressed into her skin, and left behind bright red, half moon shaped marks. Rocco parted her legs and pressed his lips against the inside of her thighs. Hailey shivered and dug her nails into the carpet beneath her. She arched her back, and moaned.
Rocco pressed his finger against the opening of Hailey’s pussy, and smirked upon feeling the muscles in her thighs tighten. He pushed his finger deep inside of her and ran his tongue along the underside of her clit. Hailey tightened around his fingers, she squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, “Rocco.”
Rocco pushed either side of her folds open and flicked his tongue along her growing clit. His tongue was slick with her wetness, and he made small circles with the tip of his tongue. He squeezed her thighs and said, “Just let me take care of you.”
Rocco lifted his head and Hailey’s eyes widened as he snaked up her torso. He left kisses on her stomach in his wake, and stopped just before her nipples. Rocco closed his mouth around one of her nipples, he wildly flicked his tongue over her nipple. Hailey groaned and Rocco lifted his other hand and flicked her nipple.
While Hailey twitched and writhed, Rocco pressed his stiffening cock into her. He moved against her hips. Rocco lifted his mouth off of her nipple and nipped at the skin on her neck. His lips suctioned against her skin. Hailey’s body tingled with pleasure and her lower belly was on fire.
Rocco reached down unhooked the clasp on his belt. He pulled his belt out of the loops and pressed himself into Hailey. Rocco slipped his underwear over his hips and Hailey gasped upon feeling his warm, bare cock pressed against her thigh. His fingers returned to her slick pussy, and he pumped his fingers in and out of her until she yelped with pleasure.
Rocco wrapped his fingers around his thick cock and nudged at the edges of Hailey’s lips. He pressed himself inside of her and placed his other hand against her chest. He clamped his fingers over Hailey’s mouth and groaned as he slid himself inside of her. Hailey dug her fingers into the grooves in between the muscles in his biceps.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Rocco pushed his cock as far into her as it would go. He rocked his hips against her, and Hailey’s walls convulsed around his cock. Sweat poured down Rocco’s forehead and dripped onto Hailey’s bare chest. Rocco groaned as the pleasure built behind his cock, he slowed his pace and slipped his hands underneath Hailey’s thighs.
In one, fluid motion, he rolled onto his back, and Hailey sat on top of him. Hailey gasped and tightened around him, Rocco pressed his hands into the small of her back. Hailey worked her hips into Rocco, and as the body convulsed with her final orgasm, Rocco burst inside of her.
Hailey groaned and rolled off of him, a thin line of come settled in between her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, and she pressed her hand into the space between her breasts and sighed. She looked over to Rocco, and propped herself up on her elbow.
“Rocco?” She asked.
Rocco used the back of his hand to wipe sweat off of his forehead and said, “Yeah?”
Hailey reached over and grabbed one of his hands, she curled her fingers around his and said, “I know that you need to follow orders, but I couldn’t live with myse
lf if I didn’t do anything to help Becca. Could you help her?”
Rocco frowned and said, “I don’t know.” Meish didn’t waste any time in throwing her to the wolves in this club. Rocco sighed and squeezed her hand, “I’ll try, no promises though.”
“I know that I can’t ask you to promise,” Hailey said, and rose to her feet to collect her clothes.
***
Twenty minutes later, Rocco stood in the main bathroom of the motorcycle club. He looked back at his reflection in the mirror, and curled his lip in disgust at the mess of spots and dust that covered the mirror. I thought that Clyde was in charge of keeping this place presentable. Rocco shook his head and twisted the knob on the faucet. A burst of lukewarm water fell into his cupped hands, and he sighed, before splashing it on his face.
The water was a pleasant shock to his system, but the water hadn’t distracted him from his thoughts any. Hailey’s broken expression flashed through his mind, he knew that Hailey was too good of a person to take her mind off of Becca.
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