Right on cue, that lower lip pokes out. “But I don’t want to stay here without you. Can’t I go with you?” She whines and holds on to me tight.
My chest tightens with panic wanting out. Fuck, leaving her terrifies me. “No, you can’t. What if we convince Fianna to stay here with you? You’d like that right?” I softly push back some of her curls falling in her face. There, I can see her better now.
She wiggles, instantly excited by the idea. “Yes, please? She needs to stay here more. I loveeeeeeeeeeeeee her.” She is all smiles again.
“Well, let’s call her up and ask her, you wanna do that with me?” I smile knowing Fianna won’t be able to say no to Abigail. They’ve bonded in a special way over the months. I know it’s a dirty trick, but fuck, having them both here under the same roof, will help me feel better, knowing they’re safe. Maybe I'll be able to concentrate on the shit I need to.
***
The rest of the week with Abigail is hard. She continues to insist she doesn’t want me to go away. I tell her I will be back and it’ll only be for a short while. Not sure if the stress or her being upset about me leaving is the cause, but she’s had several attacks where she’s needed shots to help her breathe easier.
She has a bunch of appointments coming up, and I'm dreading them. Abigail has a healthy distrust of doctors, and after what she's been through, I don't blame her. There's something seriously fucking wrong with a doctor that tells a kid she's dying, and won't live long enough to ride a bike. That's the source of one of her nightmares. She's seeing all new docs now, though, so maybe we won't have to deal with that kind of shit anymore.
The pain she endures, and just continues to carry on with, amazes me to no end. She’s stronger than any of the guys I know, including myself. As some of her muscles weaken more quickly than others, her little frame is nearly torn apart under the pressure.
I go check on her one more time. She’s out cold, her Hello Kitty tucked under her cheek. I pull the covers over her a little more and lean down to kiss her forehead. “Night, baby girl.” I whisper, and slowly walk out and close the door behind me.
“She asleep, finally?” Fianna runs her hand up my arm and shoulder, standing at the door with her overnight bag still over her shoulder. Looks like she's all ready for the next few days.
I turn around, and pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Yeah, she’s out for the night. It’s been a long day for her. And for me, too. Let’s go to bed.” I whisper in her ear, trailing little kisses along her jaw and down her neck. I push the strap of her bag off her shoulder and let it drop to the floor, then slip my hand down to the curve of her ass, causing her to arch into me, moaning softly.
“I need to take a quick shower, first. I just got off work. Do you want to join me?” She sounds more breathless as I nibble at the tender flesh of her neck.
“You never have to ask, Fianna.” I lift her up in my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I turn the corner and head straight for the bathroom, not wanting to waste any more time.
Kicking the door open, I sit her on the counter, continuing to kiss her soft lips. I nip her bottom lip. A small gasp escapes her lips, and I shamelessly take advantage, letting my tongue taste her. She whimpers and arches forward, her generous tits rubbing against my bare chest. Needing to touch them, I lean her back. Letting go, I slowly lift her shirt over her head. Tossing it aside, I take a step back.
She shies away, trying to hide herself.
That fucking kills me. If I ever find the fucker that made her feel shame, I'll happily kill him. Gentle, trying not to upset her, I pull her hands away. “Don’t. You’re fucking beautiful. Let me see you.” I press a soft kiss to her collar bone, working my way down to the valley between her breasts. The generous tits are still covered in a lacy white bra. I cup her breast, giving her already hardening nipple a small pinch.
A sweet moan escapes her as she leans against the mirror. The action causes her thighs to fall open, giving me better access. I take that moment to pull her scrubs and panties off, purposefully touching every part of her legs. So fucking smooth.
“God, Chalk. You’re killing me.” She sighs. Going this painstakingly slow just may be the death of me, too. Needing to hurry the fuck up, I spread her thighs open more, and slide one finger along her smooth opening. Her heat is already soaking wet for me. It’s such a fucking turn-on.
Before Fianna, the only reason I cared if a bitch was turned on and wet was because fucking dry pussy doesn't feel as good. Now, I'll happily devote hours to making sure Fianna enjoys my touch. I want her wet because it means she's as turned on as I am.
I groan against her nipple. “Sugar, not sure if I’ll be able to be sweet with you tonight.”
“Chalk, just take me already.”
I turn and twist on the shower, and adjust the temperature, needing that extra minute so I don’t make this only last thirty seconds. Scooping her up, I step into the tub.
I lean her up against the back of the shower, looking into her golden eyes. The lust in them is palpable.
“Hang on, baby.” Fianna grips my shoulders, as I reach for a condom. They've always been stashed on the little shelf intended for shampoo bottles, but since Abigail came, I had to move them higher. Tearing the wrapper open with my teeth, I slide it on. I tease her opening with the tip of my cock, and wait, watching her chest rise and fall faster with the building anticipation.
Her thighs clench tighter around my hips and I slam deep into her with one hard thrust. She gasps, throwing her head back against the wall. Her insides clench the fuck out of me. Fuck, she’s tight. Breathing deep, I lean my forehead against hers, to give us both time to adjust.
I can’t wait any longer. “Ready, sugar?” Without waiting for a response I start to move, slowly at first. My pace starts to pick up, her sexy as hell little moans urge me on. My control starts to slip, wanting her to come with me. I reach down and give her clit a flick, sending her over the edge. She screams my name with her release. I thrust into her a few more times, and I come harder than I ever have before.
Chapter Nine
Chalk:
The morning comes early, and as much as I hate to leave Fianna alone here in the bed, I have to get going. The sooner I leave, the sooner I’ll be back. I can’t fucking believe not only have I thrown out my one time only rule, but that I want her to stay with me.
Fianna spends more nights in my bed than her own, though she still maintains her own place. I like having her here, but I'm not going to push her. I can't stand that asking her to spend more time with me and Abigail might push Fianna away, but she's been burned before. I'm not taking any chances.
“Sugar, I gotta go. I’ll be back in a couple of days, like we talked about. Roadkill will be around if you need something. Later, sugar.” I pull her thick hair back from her face.
I lean down and give her one last kiss before sliding out of bed. She moans softly, making me wish I could stay and give her something to really moan about. Unfortunately, I can’t. I walk quietly around the room, getting dressed and grabbing a few things to pack. One more look and I’m out the door.
Tank, Brax, and Messer are already out in the kitchen. Messer looks like a semi ran him the fuck over. I chuckle. “What the hell happened to you, man?”
“Shut the fuck up.” He grumbles something about nosy bastards and pours himself more coffee.
“That tiny blonde thing from the other day wore him the fuck out. Heard them going at it all night long, bitch screaming his name the whole time. Wild lil’ thing, huh Messer?” Tank slaps him on the back playfully.
Messer just mumbles and bangs his head down on the counter.
“What’s her name? Natalie or some shit like that?”
“Yeah, that’s her. Hot li'l body. I wouldn’t mind taking her for a ride.” Tank grins behind his coffee cup.
“Stay the fuck away from her.” Messer suddenly stands upright and growls at Tank.
Tank shoots me a know
ing look. “A’ight. She’s hands off. Got it.” He raises his hands up in the air in defeat.
Enough of this, I'm ready to get our business taken care of. “We going to get going or sit here and gossip all day like a bunch of old Bible thumper women? What’s the plan?”
“Messer will run interference for us here. I've already told him what to say. Me, you, and Brax ride out to Mongol Horde territory. I got a source that let me know who set up the ambush. Fucker’s going to pay for that.” Tank dumps his coffee and rinses the mug, following our new 'cleaner club' rule. The guys voted that in right after Abigail had her a nice big swig of Jack from a glass left sitting.
“Fine. Let’s go. Gotta get outta here before Abigail wakes up, or we’ll never get on the road.”
***
Abigail:
I open my eyes, looking around. Something’s missing. Uh oh. First, I need to pee, real bad. I wiggle out of the covers and run towards the bathroom. My jammies are stuck, but they finally come undone. Climbing up the little steps Chalk has for me by the toilet, I just barely make it. Whew. That was a close call.
“Abby? Where are you sweetheart?” Fianna calls for me.
“I’m on the potty!!!!” I yell out, hoping she’ll hear me. My voice won't go very loud, so a lot of grown-ups have trouble hearing me. I hope she can this time, though, 'cause I’m going to need help.
A few seconds later, there’s a soft knock on the door. “Abby, sweetie, it's me. Do you need any help?” Fianna asks through the door.
“Yes, please. I’m stuck on this thing. And the toilet paper is so far away.” I can’t reach the paper without almost falling off the potty. I’m so happy Fianna is here to help me. I really like her. Maybe she’ll stay with Chalk and me. That would be good.
“Okay, Abby. Let’s get you cleaned up, and ready to eat breakfast and take your meds. How does that sound?”
Works for me. She cooks much better than Chalk. “Okie dokie, let’s go.”
We clean up and head out to the kitchen. A few of the other guys are out there already, so I stay close to Fianna. I still remember the last time I was alone with them, and I don’t want to go back to the hospital. They made me stay too long.
I accidently pinch Fianna’s leg, and she yells out softly. “Abby honey, you don’t have to hold on to me so tight. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”
Just then Chalk’s friend, Roadkill, comes into the kitchen and he reaches around Fianna quietly for a cup. He pours in some black stuff that I’ve heard Chalk call coffee. It looks nasty, if they’d ask me. But no one does, so I just watch and listen.
“Hey, baby girl. How’s it goin’?” Roadkill smiles at me.
“Mmm, it’s going okay. I miss Chalk and Tank. When they comin’ home?”
“They just left, baby girl. They’ll be back in a couple of days, just stay with Fianna and have some fun.” He gives my head a little rub and leaves us two alone again.
“Can we watch some cartoons, Fianna?” Chalk lets me watch them sometimes when no one’s busy in the big room. It’s empty right now, so I should be able to, right?
“I don’t see why not, sweetie. Let’s go find you something to watch.” She holds out her hand for me to take. I lock my fingers with hers and jump down off the stool.
After I settle down in one of the big comfy brown chairs, Fianna finds one of my favorite shows, thank goodness. I sit there watching for a little while, not paying attention to anything else. Soon Fianna brings my Hello Kitty blanket and some fruit for me to snack on. I love the way she does little things for me, like she just knows what I need.
I don’t remember my mommy, but if I could pick a new one she’d be it. Wonder if Chalk and she could be my parents? They kiss a lot, so they should get married. Chalk said my daddy won’t be back, the bad men had got him. He told secrets that he shouldn’t have, and the bad men weren’t happy about it. That’s why I’m with Chalk and the guys. They protect me and something about lots of money.
Fianna comes to sit behind me, brushing my hair and helping me look better for the day.
“Guess I’ll have to get outta my jammies, soon. Huh?”
“Yes ma’am. You can’t stay in them all day, sweetheart.” She continues to brush my hair softly, braiding it into pigtails.
The air feels weird all of a sudden, and I feel scared. That’s when I see Vince. He slams his door shut, stomping out here. I really don’t like that guy, he’s a meanie pants. And he scares me bad.
I watch him take a look around. He turns to Fianna and yells at her. “Get the little bitch outta here, now.”
Fianna flinches, but nods and says okay.
I’m so mad, I want to say something. I know I shouldn’t, but he can’t do that. She’s Chalk’s girl, and he’s supposed to be nice to Fianna. I know the rules.
I jump up and scream. “You can’t talk to her like that, mister!”
Vince’s face scrunches up and turns bright red. I scramble to back up away from him but he’s too fast and big.
I hear a slap and hurt spills over my cheek. He locks his big hand around my arm. It hurts so bad.
“Let me go, you meanie. I hate you. You’re hurting me.”
“Vince, we’ll go, just let her go, please.” Fianna whispers towards him. Her face looks terrified. I’ll be okay though, he’s a bully and bullies don’t win.
“Look here, you little bitch. You don't tell me what I can or can’t do. Now get the fuck out of my sight.” He yells in my face and holds me up in the air by my arm that got shot. Chalk is going to be so mad.
“Vince, man. She’s a little kid.” Roadkill appears in the door.
“Shut the fuck up, or you’re out, you stupid motherfucker. Clear?”
Roadkill looks over at me and Fianna, shakes his head and leaves the room. I thought he was supposed to be Chalk’s friend. Maybe he has a plan?
“Vince, we’ll go. Isn’t that right, Abigail? We’ll go hang out in Chalk’s room.” She uses my full name, so I know how bad she’s scared. I nod my head, and say yes in a soft voice.
Vince drops me down on the couch and I run to Fianna, carrying my blankie. I rub my arm, it’s all red, and puffy.
“And you bitches better not tell anyone about this little chat, either. I'd hate to see the babysitter punk get his throat cut.” He yells after us, and I jump, scared all over again at his angry voice.
We make it back to Chalk’s room, and Fianna hurries and shuts the door softly, then scoops me up in her arms to hug me close. I place my hand on her cheek, trying to make her feel better. A tear escapes from her eye.
“It’s okay Fianna, I’ll be okay. I’m strong.” I tell her, though my arm hurts bad.
“Let's see your arm, sweetie." When my sleeve goes up, I'm a little surprised at how red my arm is. I didn't know it could get so red without bleeding. And parts of it are purple and blue, and it's all puffy, way bigger than it should be. "Goodness, let me text Roadkill, and see if he can get us some ice. You poor thing, it’s already bruising.” Her face is so sad. She does a few things with her phone and a few minutes later, there's a soft knock on our door.
“Fianna, it’s Roadkill.” His voice is low, and I can hardly hear him.
“Come in.” Fianna stays really quiet as she unlocks the door and lets him in, then sits back on the bed by me.
“Goddamn it. Chalk is going to kill him.” He’s looking at my arm like it makes him mad. "That stupid son-of-a-bitch. This on top of everything else."
I scoot closer to Fianna, not wanting to have anything to do with anyone else at the moment. Besides, Roadkill didn't stop Vince from hurting me. If he's Chalk's friend, why didn't he do something?
Fianna and Roadkill speak softly to each other, and I hear them mention Chalk coming home soon, but I stop listening because I’m tired. I close my eyes and just rest against Fianna. I love her, and she smells like lavender.
***
Chalk:
The meet with Tank's source on the Mongol Hor
de goes smooth as silk. He's tracked down a sweetcake that ended up with the Horde a while after leaving us. The girl is very willing to talk for the price of a bus ticket the hell away from there.
We meet her at a public park with a bunch of little kids playing on the playground. The first thought that strikes me is how much fun Abigail would have there.
The chick gets up from a bench and hugs Tank. "I'm glad to see you boys."
"Kelly, this is Chalk. You got some news for us?" Tank doesn't waste any time getting down to business, and I could hug him for that.
"I hope so. I want out of here bad." She goes back to her bench and we follow.
We stick out like a fucking sore thumb in a park full of little kids and nannies and mommies. Should have picked a better place, but Kelly told Tank the only time she gets out of the Horde house is to bring their Prez's kid to the park. So here we are.
"Okay, tell me." Tank lights a smoke and offers Kelly one.
She takes a deep drag. "Okay, so you needed to know if I'd heard of them doing anything up in Tennessee. I overheard Flank and some of the others talking. Flank said he got word of a big drop going down at a truck stop, and they needed to be there. He said there would only be a couple of guys there, and it was all on the down low. Marco shot it down. He didn't want to mess with any other clubs. But Slug and Chick, they didn't let it drop. They left for a couple days, but I never heard any more about it."
Tank nods and shoots me a quick look. What she says lines up with what happened at the diner. "So, tell me. If I wanted to have a little chat with Flank, how would I go about arranging that?"
"That mean motherfucker works as a bouncer at the Lively Lady, and goes in early to sweep up before they open. Ain't nobody there then." She stands up all of a sudden and I tense, ready for trouble. "Connor! You put that stick down!" She sits again. "Damn brat."
Tank pulls an envelope out of his cut. "Thanks, Kelly. This ought to get you a start somewhere decent."
The Lively Lady is easy to find. The damn place is painted pussy-pink, and sits right at the outskirts of town. It's only one in the afternoon, so looks like we'll have to cool our heels for a minute and wait for Flank. We grab some lunch at the fast food joint across the road and take a booth by the window so we can watch.
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