Stitch: Satan's Fury MC

by Wilder, L

  Chapter 24

  Stitch

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  Getting Wren to safety had only taken a few minutes, but when I returned, a full-on battle had ensued. An adrenaline rush instantly kicked in as I listened to the bullets whip past me, tearing into the terrain around me. An electric energy filled the air, making me even more eager to get into the mix. A lust for revenge washed over me as the image of Wren’s blood covered face and hands flashed through my mind. I wanted to fight – I needed to fight. These men had put my brothers through hell over the past few months, and the fact that they had kidnapped or attempted to get Wren only fueled my desire to take them down even more.

  The fact was wars like these, men fighting for their own perceived truth, were messy and chaotic, and they never went as planned, making them almost impossible to prepare for. That’s actually what I loved about them. I was all about the hunt and kill, seeking my revenge for the unpunished sins of my enemy. I moved forward into the darkness of the night searching for my brothers’ location, but it was difficult to see. There was a haze of fog drifting over the warehouse as the clouds billowed in off the water, looming forward as if they were searching for their next prey. It was as if they were urging me forward as I finally made it over to Cotton and my brothers.

  Cotton gave me the once over, checking to make sure that I was free from any bullet wounds and asked, “You good?”

  After I nodded, he said, “Rip and his crew have already secured the perimeter surrounding the east side of the building.”

  “What do you need us to do?” I asked.

  Cotton turned to Guardrail and ordered, “Take Boozer and a couple of prospects with you and see if you can get eyes on these motherfuckers. I want to know every move they make.”

  With that, Guardrail led Styx and Smokey off to find a safe place to scan the area. Boozer followed close behind, covering them as they moved into their new location. Just as they were about to be in the clear, Smokey was pinned down by a round of gunfire, forcing him to drop to the ground. Boozer and I both shot off several rounds, giving him a small reprieve to crawl to safety. Once he was hidden behind one of the large cargo containers, he gave us a chin-lift, thanking us for helping him out.

  “We gotta get closer. Can’t see a damn thing from here,” Maverick grumbled as gunfire continued to explode around us. When Cotton nodded in agreement, I pulled out my second gun, feeling the adrenaline pumping through me as it rushed through my veins like an intoxicating drug.

  Leading the way, Cotton motioned for us to follow him behind the last row of cargo containers. After loading my clip for the third time, the Pythons’ causalities were building. We continued to push forward, dodging the bullets that snickered through the air. Realizing that we were gaining ground, several of the Pythons left their positions, trying to stop our advance. When a bullet struck the wall above Cotton’s head, my instincts kicked in, forcing me out of the protective shield of the cargo carrier. After I had only taken a few steps, someone lunged out at me as he tried to stab me in the gut. Without hesitation, I grabbed his wrist and quickly punched him with a killing blow to the throat. He gurgled and arched his back as he choked for air. After several seconds, his lifeless body fell backwards onto the rocks.

  While I was standing there under the light of the main warehouse, I noticed Styx laying on the ground and rushed over to him, pulling him behind the large loading crane. I searched his body for wounds. He’d been shot in the chest, and he was struggling to breathe, and in a matter of seconds, my leather jacket was drenched in his blood. Styx was still clinging to his gun in desperation, unwilling to stop fighting for his brothers. He was still holding on to that damn gun as he let out his last breath. His body fell lifeless in my arms.

  “Fuck,” I shouted as I eased him to the ground.

  The deafening sounds of gunfire erupted around me, but my focus was still on my fallen brother. When a bullet pierced my flesh, a stabbing pain shot through my arm. I swallowed the burning sensation, letting my mind shut down the thoughts of how much it hurt as Iifted my gun. Firing off round after round, I stalked towards the shooter until his body dropped to the ground. Once I was sure that he was dead, I made my way back over to Cotton and Maverick. The Python’s numbers were depleting fast. Their casualties were building with every shot we fired, and a wave of satisfaction washed over me when I realized that Styx wasn’t alone in his death. By the time we made it over to the warehouse, the area was clear of Pythons.

  Maverick turned to Cotton and asked, “You want us to check inside the warehouse?”

  “Do a sweep just to be sure,” he answered.

  We made our way inside, ensuring that no one had been left behind. By the time we returned, everyone had gathered in front of the warehouse, and Rip and Dive were talking to Cotton.

  “It’s done. All clear,” Maverick told him.

  “There’s a shitload of artillery they left behind in there,” I informed him. “At least twenty-five crates of guns and drugs.”

  “Get the truck over here. We’re taking it with us,” Cotton ordered.

  “We got ’em, Prez,” Boozer told him proudly. “We won the war.”

  “Not sure about that,” Dive corrected him. “Think I saw something, but it was dark. I couldn’t be certain.”

  “What do you think you saw?” Guardrail barked.

  “Not sure. It was out of our line of vision. You might want to check the camera feed,” Dive told him.

  Cotton quickly pulled up the security camera on his phone, searching through everything that had been captured over the past hour. We all watched the blood drained from his face as he stared at the face that crossed the screen.

  He turned to us with a look of pure anguish and said, “Fuck! I can’t believe I didn’t see it. It was right there in black and white, and I just didn’t see it. This fight wasn’t just about taking over our territory or running drugs through our town. It was more – so much more. We didn’t win this fucking war. This battle has just begun.”

  Chapter 25

  Wren

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  When I got to the room, Dusty and Wyatt were dressed in their pajamas and sitting on the bed whispering to each other about something. Their eyes widened when I closed the door behind me and asked, “What are you two up to?”

  “Can Wya-it sleep in my room tonight?” Dusty asked with a pleading look. “I’ve got bunk beds, and he can sleep on top.”

  “Please, Momma. I don’t have school tomorrow, and I’ve always wanted to sleep on bunk beds.”

  The entire scene caught me off guard. Wyatt had only stayed the night with my parents and had never really been interested in staying with a friend before. It surprised me that he wanted to spend the night with Dusty tonight, especially after everything that had happened with him today. His little eyes danced with excitement as he waited for my answer. A huge smile crossed his face when I said, “I don’t mind. You can go, but I want you to get some rest.”

  “Awesome!” Dusty shouted happily.

  “Don’t stay up too late,” I insisted. “And if you need me, just call or come back to the room. I’ll be here.”

  “Okay,” Wyatt answered as he ran over to me, giving me a quick hug before he headed for the door. I smiled when I heard their laughter bouncing down the hall as they both raced to Dusty’s room. It did my heart good to see him so happy, and I truly hoped that Wyatt and Dusty would become good friends. But my smile slowly began to fade when I looked down at the rips and tears on my blood stained clothes. I was a mess and in a desperate need for a hot shower. I went over to the large dresser to hunt for some clean clothes and was surprised to see that everything that I’d packed from home was neatly tucked away inside. I checked each drawer looking for something comfortable to wear, but nothing really called out to me. When I finally opened the last drawer, Griffin’s jeans and shirts laid there staring back at me. I couldn’t resist. I liked the thought of wearing something of his, so I quickly grabbed one of the soft c
otton t-shirts and headed to the bathroom.

  After removing my dirty clothes and bandages, I stepped into the hot shower. The cuts on my wrists and hands began to sting as the water flowed down my body, but I didn’t move. I needed to feel the burn, using it to pull me from the haze that I’d fallen into since I found myself locked away in that damn trunk. Everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours had become a blur in my mind. Every face, every word, and every action were meshing together into one horrific moment that I desperately wanted to forget. I just wanted to be back in Griffin’s bed, curled up next to him with my head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart beat. Damn, I missed him. I missed the sound of his voice and the touch of his skin against mine. I just wanted him to come back.

  When I stepped out of the shower, my muscles felt looser, almost back to normal as I walked over to the mirror above the sink. I took my towel and wiped the fog from the glass, and once it was clear, I was shocked by what I saw. Dark bruises were scattered across my side, looking worse than I had imagined, but thankfully, my ribs weren’t hurting like they were a few hours ago. I quickly replaced my bandages and put on Griffin’s t-shirt. I was exhausted, so I curled up in the bed, pulling the covers over me. I thought I was feeling better, until the moment I closed my eyes and saw Griffin’s face.

  I was scared. I tried to convince myself that he was going to be fine, that as the enforcer, he’d been in situations like this before, but it didn’t make me feel any better. Until I laid my eyes on him, nothing was going to take away my worry. To some extent, his life would always be filled with danger, and I would have to learn to accept that, learn to live with the worry. I may never know why he’d chosen to do the things he’d done, but the fact remained that he knew. He knew that precious lives were at stake, Wyatt’s, mine, and his brothers, and I had no doubt that he would do whatever it took to keep us all safe.

  I’d been laying there, staring at the ceiling for almost an hour when he stepped into the room. He was quiet, and I could feel the tension rolling off of him as he closed the door behind him. Without turning on the lights, he came over and sat on the edge of bed next to me, and even in the dark, I could see that something was weighing on his mind. He let out a deep breath as he leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

  “Hey,” I whispered, but he didn’t turn back to look at me. I sat up and reached for the lamp beside the bed. When the light revealed his blood soaked clothing, I shouted, “Griffin! Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Wren. Nothing for you to worry about,” he said with his eyes still glued to the floor.

  “You’re bleeding,” I cried as I got out of the bed and knelt down in front of him, reaching out for the hem of his shirt. His eyes locked on mine as I pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor. I winced when I spotted the bullet wound on his arm. “This isn’t nothing, Griffin. You’ve been shot!”

  “I’m fine,” he grumbled. “Just a graze.”

  I reached down and he didn’t resist when I pulled off his boots. I rested them down on the floor, then took his hand and led him into the bathroom. After turning on the shower, I walked back over to him and silently reached for the buckle of his jeans. When they dropped to the floor, he stood there frozen, watching me intently as he waited to see what I was going to do next. I eased my t-shirt over my head and laid it across the sink. His eyes quickly dropped to the bruises on my side, and his face grew pale.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  “Don’t,” I scolded. “It looks worse than it really is.” I took his hand and led him into the shower. He stood there silent as the warm water cascaded down his broad shoulders, easing some of the tension that settled in his muscles.

  With his eyes closed in anguish, he whispered, “They could’ve killed you tonight.”

  I lifted my hands to his face, placing the palms of my hands on his jaw, forcing him to look at me and said, “But they didn’t. I’m stronger than you give me credit for.”

  When he didn’t respond, I took the washcloth and lathered it with soap, gently washing away blood that covered his body. He arched his back and placed his hands flat against the shower wall as I ran the cloth along his back.

  Without looking at me, he said, “I saw the way you looked at me tonight when you found out that I’d killed Victor. He wasn’t the first man I’ve killed, and he won’t be the last.”

  “I know that,” I admitted.

  He turned to face me, studying my reaction as he asked, “And you’re suddenly okay with that? You don’t mind that I’ve killed men with my bare hands, and I will again to protect my family? Can you really give your heart to me… let your son be around a man like me?”

  “Yes,” I told him with no hesitation.

  “How can you say that?” he growled.

  I placed my hands on his chest and said, “You’re the club Enforcer. It’s your job. It is part of who you are, but there is so much more to you than just that title. I can’t understand why you do those things, but the parts that I do understand about you are so strong that they override any doubts that I may have. As for Wyatt, I’ve already seen the influence you’ve had on him. And that is a large part of why I love you so. You may be the Enforcer of your club, but you are the protector of Wyatt and me. You give us the stability we’ve never had. I’ll just have to accept that there is a part of your life that I may never understand, but I believe in you enough to be able to focus on what you and I are together. It’s good, and I love you.”

  His eyes searched my face, seeking some kind of confirmation that what I’d said was true. Warm water flowed down around us as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The shadows of doubt began to fade into the light when I touched him, reassuring him that I’d meant what I had said.

  “Griffin, I…” I started, but my words fell silent as he quickly closed the distance between us and took me in his arms. All of the uncertainty on his face immediately melted away as he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. The minute our mouths touched, I felt an immediate rush of anticipation. There was something intoxicating about his touch, and just being near him made me want to lose control. I wanted to give in to him, give him my heart, my body… everything. Pure lust washed over me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I pressed my breasts against his chest.

  “Say it again,” he groaned as his mouth hovered over my neck, the warmth of his breath tickling against my flesh.

  I held him tightly as I whispered, “I love you.”

  He began nipping and sucking my neck as he said, “I should’ve walked away, left you alone, but I just couldn’t do it. I was powerless to leave you. I had to have you.” He lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes pierced through me with an intensity I’d never known as he said, “I had to know what it felt like to be loved by you, and now that I know, there’s no way I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

  His lips pressed unrestrained against mine, matching my need for him. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue swept across my lips, compelling them to open. I didn’t resist, and his tongue surged into my mouth, winding with mine in a rush of passion that I couldn’t refuse. His arms wrapped around my body, and carefully lifted me from the floor as he eased my back against the shower wall. He was trying not to hurt me, avoiding the bruises that marked my skin, but I didn’t need him to be careful. My mind wasn’t focused on the pain at my side. It was all honed in on him and the way he made me feel. The warm water trickled down between our bodies as I began to kiss and suck along his neck, tasting the mingled flavors of his skin and the water.

  Goosebumps prickled across my flesh as the bristles of his beard raked across my bare skin. Wanting more, my head fell back, exposing the curves of my neck. His eyes sparkled with lust as he watched the droplets of water gliding down my breasts. Slowly, he moved his mouth down my slick skin, slowly brushing his fingers against my breasts as he made his way down to my hip. I groaned in
pleasure as his hand found its way between my legs. The tips of his fingers glided over my wet clit, making my knees buckle beneath me. My body began to tremble, forcing me to shift my leg to the side as he thrust two fingers deep inside me. I shamelessly bucked my hips forward as I rocked against his hand.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispered as he dropped to his knees, settling between my legs. He slowly ran his tongue across my clit as he continued to curl his fingers deep inside of me. I reached down, letting my fingers tangle into his hair as he tormented me with his tongue.

  I loved the feeling of his warm, wet mouth against me, and back arched as I cried out in ecstasy, “Griffin! Oh God, I’m coming…. Don’t stop!”

  He wrapped his mouth around my clit, pressing his tongue firmly against it as he moved his fingers inside me. My hips jolted against him while he continued to torture me with his mouth, my body clenching firmly around his fingers as I came. He slowly began to stand while he moved his fingers back and forth inside me, my entire body tensing with my release. Once he had removed his fingers, he placed his hands on my hips, turning me around to face the shower wall. I rested the palms of my hands against the wet tile as his hard cock pressed against me.

  “You want my cock?” he taunted.

  “Um..hmm.” I answered.

  “Tell me, Wren. Tell me that you want my cock, that you love me and want me inside you.”

  “I want you, Griffin. I want you, now,” I whimpered. As soon as he slid his cock deep inside me, I said, “I love you.”

  His fingers dug into my flesh as he held onto my hip as he pulled back and drove inside me again. I braced my hands against the tile as I let my body adjust to the rhythm of his movements.