Fight (Reckoning Book 2)

by Blood,Joy

  "Listen I don't know what all that fucker did to you but..." I turn and look at him, really look at him. Not just the sexy man that is sitting next to me but the friend that for the past few weeks I have made and has helped me overcome some of my fears. His face shows so much emotion in this moment shining through the bad ass biker that he is. In this moment he is a man that cares, and in my life, those are hard to come by.

  "It's over now." I decide that from now on what happened with Avil will never be spoken of again. He doesn't deserve a place in my memories only a place in hell.

  "Are you... Do you think you can... Shit Ells I'm no good at this, feelings and shit. I...Fuck it." He leans toward me and captures my lips with his. I'm caught off guard for a moment then soften to his touch. He wraps his arms around me then without any effort pulls me onto his lap. I'm straddling him now and kissing him hard. It feels so good to let go and be kissed like this. Like someone actually cares. I pull back for a breath of air and when I do I see Vin's face in place of Fuzz. I'm startled for a moment, blink a couple of times and Fuzz's face is back in front of me. Shit.

  "What was that look for Sugar?"

  "I... I can't I'm sorry," I tell him pulling off of his lap. "I can't do this Fuzz..."

  "Tucker. Name's Tucker." He tells me and gets off of the rock, walking toward the bike, grabbing my hand on the way. "Not a bad ass biker name now is it?"

  "Neither is Fuzz." We both laugh.

  "Yeah well that one suits me." He says scrubbing his hairless jaw. "Haven't been able to grow anything but this damn peach fuzz on my damned face, only one of the brothers who can't grow a fucking beard." He chuckles a little. We get to the bike and I start to put my helmet on. "Listen I know shit was rough so if you need time, it's all yours. When you're ready. I will be here." He nods to me and all I can offer him is a smile. We get on the bike but before he goes to start it I decide to tell him why.

  "He died." Is all I can say at first, then push forward. "Vin, he died." He is quiet for a moment.

  "I see Sugar. No need to say anymore." He reaches back and squeezes my leg then starts up the bike. We head back to the compound, maybe a little slower this time, but I enjoy the ride none the less.

  Six

  Fuzz

  "You sure you want to continue with this?" I ask. Not getting an answer. Typical for this asshole. "She is a fucking wreck man. Do you even give a fuck?" still nothing. I look over at Gin who is just watching the one-sided exchange lighting his second cigarette. "What the fuck ever man. If you don't want her, then she is fair game." I say and start to the door. Hearing the chair slide across the room and clang onto the floor, I expect the shove so I turn and face it. Pinned up against the wall with a forearm at my throat is the reaction I was and wasn't hoping for.

  "Don't fucken touch her. She ain't mine but she ain't yours neither. Got it?" he grits out. I chance a glance over to Gin who is still sitting in his damned chair, with a damn grin on his face. "Do. You. Got. It." He grits out.

  "Fucken got it." I seethe back.

  "Alright put him down before I have to beat your ass, man." Gin finally pipes up. I'm dropped to my feet and right myself, smoothing out my cut. Fucking asshole.

  "You better come clean. That girl out there has been through enough." I tell him.

  "You think I don't fucking know that asshole. It's because of that she don't need to know. I ain't going to bring her nothing but shit."

  "Maybe, maybe not, but either way isn't it her decision? I think it's been a fucking long time since she has made one of those or even had the freedom do so." With that, I walk out the door. Asshole.

  Seven

  Another day, another grueling workout. Things haven't been weird between Fuzz and I which I'm grateful for. Besides Britney and Lisa, he really is my only other friend in the place.

  "Go get dressed and meet me out front. Got more plans for the day." Fuzz tells me. He is standing over me like he usually does at the end of my workouts as I'm laying on the ground trying to catch my breath. It's been a little over a month now since I came here. Chick came back but told me to stay in the room, said he was going to be living at his home with his new wife now, permanently. So now I guess my home address is two doors down the hall on the second floor of the Hell's Riders MC. Not that I'm complaining. I actually quite like it here.

  "What are we doing?" I ask Fuzz who is now reaching his hand out for me than helping me up to my feet.

  "Just be out front Sugar. It's a surprise." Is all he says before leaving me standing there sweating.

  I go up to my room and shower, a nice cool shower. The weather is still warm but I opt for pants and wear a white tank top. I step outside and see Fuzz standing with Sage. I don't really know Sage all that well. He is dark and has a Spanish accent, and if I'm being honest, it's kind of sexy. Beautiful blue eyes and a tall lean frame he is a definite ladies man. Britney has told me as much. Not leaving out any details.

  "Well, there she is. You ready for this sweetheart?" my puzzled look makes Fuzz speak up.

  "Going shooting Ells. You know how to fight. Now you need to know how to shoot. Here." He reaches behind his back and produces a silver gun. "This here is a Desert Eagle 50 cal. All yours." I hesitantly take it from his grip.

  "I don't know much about guns."

  "Just don't shoot me or your damn foot off and we will be good. Let's go." Fuzz says and I follow the two men to the back of the compound. A shooting range. I had no idea it was even out here. I have heard shooting once in a while but thought nothing of it. The sound of gunfire is something I really don't notice anymore.

  "Alright first things first, check to see if it's loaded." Fuzz goes through the process showing me how to release my clip and empty the chamber. We go through the proper handling of my new pistol. "Put both your thumbs on this side, yeah like that. That way when your slide releases it don't slice your hand open." It feels good to fire the first shot. I get a rush of adrenaline with each pull of the trigger and my smile keeps getting bigger and bigger.

  "You like it don't ya?" I hear Sage ask. I just nod a response and continue shooting at the target they have placed out in front of me, picturing Avil's head each time I pull the trigger.

  "Whats yours?" I ask Sage, referring to his much bigger gun.

  "This is an AR 15."

  "Can I shoot it?" this gets a laugh from him.

  "She is my Barbie doll and I don't like sharing my toys."

  "Barbie? Really?"

  "Yes, Barbie. I can dress her up however I want." He gives me a wink and continues cleaning his Barbie.

  We are out here for what seems like forever and when the sun starts to go down I still don't want to leave but we have run out of daylight.

  "Time to go," Fuzz says and we all head back to the clubhouse.

  Getting to my room I flop onto my bead after placing my gun on the table beside the bed. I roll to my side and look at it sitting there and a sense of safety falls over me. I could really get used to feeling like this. A knock on the door makes me sit up. "It's open," I yell out. Fuzz walks in and shuts the door behind him, then plops down onto the bed beside me.

  "Thought I would show you how to take it apart and clean it. You used it quite a bit today. Could use a good cleaning." He once again goes through the handling, telling me what the parts of the pistol are and how to clean them. He brought his own gun and we are side by side on my bed cross legged in comfortable silence cleaning our weapons. Quite the pair we are.

  "Girl get your ass up we are partying downstairs and you are coming this time!" Britney shouts bursting through my door. "Oh, shit Fuzz didn't know you were in here."

  "You know she ain't to be going down there to the parties. You know what Pres said." Fuzz tells her.

  "Well, I asked him and he said yes, she can come down tonight."

  "Don't I get a say in this? Maybe I don't want to go down there." I break into their conversation.

  "Come on, you want a drink don't you?" Britney whines.
I could use a damn drink. Today has been great and I think I deserve one.

  "She ain't going down there Brit," Fuzz says in a stern voice.

  "I want to," I say catching their attention. Fuzz gives me a look then gets up.

  "Fine." He grits out then grabs his gun tucks it into the back of his jeans and storms out the door slamming it be hind him. What the hell is his problem?

  "Well, girl lets get you dressed." I hold up my hand.

  "No, not tonight. It's just me tonight. If I'm going down I'm going to be as comfortable as possible." She agrees and we head out. Leaving my Eagle on the side table I look at it one last time before I flick the light and shut the door. Walking down the steps getting closer to the bar area the noise of music and laughter gets louder. Giving me goosebumps all over my arms, maybe I should have put on a sweatshirt or something. My tank top is tight and I feel like my boobs are on display. With Fuzz it was okay I'm comfortable with him and Sage, I warmed up to him throughout the day. But now I am going into a room full of drunk bikers I really don't know what to expect.

  Walking through the door one of those things I didn't expect to see is Lisa spread eagle on the far end of the bar top with two men between her legs. She has her head back and looks to be moaning in pleasure. I can't hear her because the music is too loud but she definitely looks to be having fun. One of the guys is Sage and the other I don't know. They are both taking turns licking her with Sage pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy. When both of them are pulled back I do see that she does indeed have a clit piercing. Just when I think one of them is going to go back to licking her she arches her back even more and lets out a scream I can hear over the music. Sage removes his fingers and she squirts a long stream of liquid out of her pussy. Shit, that is something I have never seen before. Both men laugh and go back to taking turns licking her. This time with other man sticking his fingers inside her.

  "Looks like the Lisa squirting contest is under way. Let's get you a drink girl. Shit, I need one after watching that. I don't know how she does it, damn, I can't come more than five times a night. Too exhausting." Five times holy shit. Is that even human? We sit down and a boy with a cut, I now know the leather vests are called, labeled prospect comes up and hands us two glasses placing a bottle between us. We take a couple shots and my nerves seem to dissipate.

  "There you are Brit. Been looking for you babe." Gin says from behind us leaning in and caressing Britney then pulling her off the seat she occupies. "Sorry Ells need to get my dick wet, and this bitch is the only one who can do it for me tonight." Okay then.

  "Catch you later girl." Brit winks at me and wraps her arms around Gin's neck who in turn lifts her up causing her to squeal and wrap her legs around his waist.

  "Fuuuccckkkk," he groans out. Then looks over at me. "Fuzz is over there." He nods to a table in the corner I didn't notice and walks off. I see Fuzz sitting on a chair watching Lisha dance on top of the table he is sitting at. He doesn't see me due to his back toward me. I think Lisha does though because she smirks and gets off the table then proceeds to take her top off giving him a lap dance, shoving her boobs in his face. He doesn't touch her back but I still get a pang of jealousy. She continues to go further down until her knees touch the floor. I can't see what she is doing but when Fuzz leans his head back in relaxation, I know. He puts his hands up presumably on her head. I can see his arms working her up and down on his cock until he stops and holds her head down. Then she stands up looking right at me making a show of swiping her thumb across her bottom lip and winks at me. He must notice what she does because he suddenly turns around locking eyes with me. The look on his face is one of shame. I get up and go as fast as I can up to my room ignoring him calling out my name. When I get to my door I open it but he is right there stopping me from going in.

  "I'm fucking trashed Ells. I'm sorry." I don't say anything. I just turn and look at him, smelling the whiskey heavy on his breath.

  "We aren't together, you don't owe me an explanation." I say flatly. He just sighs, then leans in pressing his lips to mine. Kissing me softly I hesitantly open for him tasting the alcohol on his tongue. He pushes forward and I feel his erection press into my stomach. He is hard already. God already after just coming in that bitch's mouth. I think to myself pushing him away as hard as I can, because I can. "You just had your dick in her mouth now you are putting your tongue in mine, what the hell Tuck?" I yell at him using the nickname I gave him after he told me his given name.

  "Fuck I'm sorry Ells. I'm so fucked up right now." He slurs again trying to explain himself. I don't want explanations. I'm hurt but really not that hurt. We aren't together, I have no claim as to who he gets off with.

  "Go to bed please. I will see you in the morning okay?" I tell him, trying to sound reassuring. He reluctantly agrees and says goodnight, stumbling off to his room. Taking a deep breath I turn and go into my room shutting the door behind me and like always flop down onto my bed. Relaxing into the mattress.

  "You want him?" a deep gravely familiar voice asks from my dark bathroom. Startled I sit up and lean over to flick on my table lamp. Light fills the room and when my eyes adjust I see a ghost standing before me making my whole word come to a complete stop.

  "You died," I whisper.

  "I told you, Ellie, that fucker can't kill me."

  Eight

  I stand up and walk to him. Vin. He is alive, fucking alive. "They told me you died," I repeat the fact that I thought he was dead.

  "As far as the world is concerned I am." He says and walks over to my side table lifting up my gun, examining it. He has a slight limp in his right leg. Injury from the wreck? "Nice piece. Fuzz did good." He pops the magazine checks it then clicks it back into place.

  "Why are you here?" I ask. He takes a couple steps toward me and for some reason I back up two. "It has been months," I say trying to hold back the tears that want to fall. "Fucking months Vin. I sat in a hospital bed thinking you were gone. Finn and Jake. Fucking dead." My tears have held and now my anger is coming out. He takes two more steps but I don't retreat this time I let him closer. Then when he is right in front of me close enough to touch. I hit his chest when I don't get a reaction I do it again and again. "Fucking dead Vin! My baby, Anthony, fucking dead!" over and over I hit him and he accepts it until I fall into him. It takes a moment and his arms hesitantly come around me. One around my waist and the other comes up protectively to the back of my head, cradling me to him.

  "I'm so sorry Ellie," he whispers into my hair. "I thought you would be better off. Better off without me. I knew you would be safe with them." He continues to hold me now stroking the back of my head until I pull away and look up at him.

  "You left me?" I question in a whisper so softly I don't think he even hears me, but he does. He nods his head putting his face level with mine, both of his hands go to my cheeks sweeping my tears away with his thumbs.

  "I won't again." He whispers back to me then leans forward and softly brushes his lips to mine. He lets out a breath, the warmth cascading over me, then melds his lips to mine pushing his way between them with his tongue. I respond quickly kissing him back with a fierceness I didn't even know I had. His hands leave my face and make their way down to my waist pulling me closer to him. So close, but I want to be closer. My hands make their way around him caressing up his back trying to pull him tighter to me still. He pulls away first. Looking at me. We are both breathing hard like we have just run a marathon.

  "You okay with this?" he asks.

  "I have never been more sure about something." It's a breathless statement. "Please, Vin."

  "Fucking hell Ellie." He picks me off the floor wrapping my legs around him. It feels so right to be in his arms. So right because it's where I want to be where I choose to be. He walks us to the bed bending down to lay me on my back not letting me go. His weight on me feels right like it's where he is supposed to be.

  "That fucker touch you?" he questions interrupting the moment.

 
; "Tuck?" I ask. The look he has on his face has transformed into one of fury.

  "Tuck?" he sneers.

  "Yes, Tuck." I bite back. "You aren't going to talk to me like this." I say and roll out from under him. "I will not be with another man who raises his voice to me. You should know that." He jerks back as if I have slapped him. Then a slight smile tugs at his lips.

  "That fucker helped you get yourself back didn't he?" he seems amused then saddened all in seconds. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for it." He states.

  "Tuck and I are nothing, we kissed a couple times." His jaw tenses, I give him a glare and continue. "But, other than that he is my friend. Nothing more."

  "Even if he wants more?" Vin asks.

  "Doesn't matter. I want you, he knows that." Then it dawns on me. "He knew you were here this whole time didn't he? Who else?"

  "Just him and Gin."

  "What happened that day?" I ask, needing to know how he got out.

  "When you got out of the truck Avil's men were there to grab you but you passed out. The Riders showed up then, Avil's men must have thought you were too far gone to deal with and didn't want a fight so they took off. I crawled out of the truck to see you on the ground. I thought you were fucking dead." He pauses for a moment, reaching over to me then pulling me closer to him. He wraps his arms around me and continues. "We heard the sirens coming our way, someone must have called it in. I checked your pulse, it was strong still, so we left you there. I knew that a hospital was the only way you were going to make it. I'm so fucking sorry about the baby Ellie, so fucking sorry." He says squeezing me tighter.

  "What about Jake and Finn?" I'm not sure I want to hear his answer.

  "Jake is good. Left shortly after we knew you were going to pull through. Said he had something to take care of." He pauses taking a deep breath. "Finn died on the way to the hospital." I was already told he was gone but to hear it from Vin it hurts all over again.