Defeat. This is what defeat felt like. Her smile told me she knew. I look her in the eye. “Don’t fucking leave my side. The only time you can do that is if you're with a Devils old lady. Understand?” I say in a firm voice.
Throwing herself at me she kisses my face all over. I feel a smile spread across my face. Grabbing her face in both my hands. I force her to look at me. “I mean it Ella. With me or his old lady only. Do not under any circumstances wander away from either of us.” My voice is hard. I need her to fucking understand this shit.
She nods her head. That’s not good enough. “I need words Ella. I need your fucking word. Or I will park your ass here. Got me?” My voice goes dark. “Yes. Yes, Jace. I promise.” Her eyes told me all I needed to know. That her words were honest. Leaning forward I place a kiss on her lips.
“Let me grab some shit. Then we’ll go to your place and you can grab some clothes.” I say. Turning away, I walk to my dresser. Pausing, I look back at her. “And Ella. Pack light. And make sure you pack a lot of underwear.”
Her face turns red. She nods it none the less. Good girl. Selecting a few shirts and jeans. I turn. Grabbing her hand, I walk swiftly out into the main room. Brandon was at the bar his face dark. Anger was written all over it. “Go say goodbye to Tessa baby.” I release her hand and give her a swat on the ass.
I look at Axel. He quickly gets up from the table Tessa was sitting at. His long stride eats up the space between us quickly. Not wanting to leave her out here with that asshole. My feet stay grounded. “I’m taking her with me.” I say firmly. Leaving no room for argument.
“You sure that’s a good idea.” He asks quietly. The big brother taking the front seat. “Can’t leave her here with that prick.” I cock my head in Brandon’s direction. “Yeah. Just watch her.” his words ring with a finality. Meaning, if I don’t bring her back, I was a fucking dead man.
“She’s my old lady. You know what that shit means.” I growl at him. He has no say in shit that concerns her anymore. At least not as president. Old ladies were off the table all the way around. No one touched them except their man. Period. If you so much as raise a hand to another’s old lady. Every fucking biker in the USA will hunt your ass to the end of the world.
He nods his head. “Headed Out?” Quick change of subject. “Yeah, now.” I say calmly. “Let me say goodbye.” he says. Then walks away. I give him a few minutes and examine Brandon in the process. The nasty snarl on his face. The face looking at Ella has my hackles rising, fist clenching, blood pumping and anger surging.
The look was a toss between lust and hatred. Both had me wanting to pound his face into the bar top behind him. My feet start to move on their own. I get all of three steps before a body is colliding with mine. A soft, feminine body. Ella. My arms wrap around her on instinct. Her face presses into my chest. “Please don’t do something you’re going to regret later.” She whispers against my shirt.
Moving both my hands from her back to her face I tilt her head back. Kissing her lips. “He needs to be smacked upside the fucking head.” I whisper against her lips. “It’s okay Jace. He’s not part of this equation. Just you and me. That’s all that matters Jace.” She rises up and kisses my lips gently.
Raising my head, I look around the room. Catching everyone’s eyes. “See her?” I point to Ella. “She’s mine. My fucking old lady.” I shout. I get a lot of head nods in acknowledgment.
Brandon on the other hand grabs his bar stool and throws it at the wall. His scream echoes off the walls. His face was red with anger. Cold hard eyes look at me. I give him a crooked smile. Bring it mother fucker. I tell him with my eyes.
That’s all it took. Brandon charges. Picking Ella up I physically move her out of harm’s way. Jesse was there in seconds pulling her away. When he was a foot away from me. I slam my hand into his chest. The momentum from his running coupled with the force of my hand. Had him sprawling on the floor. I was on him in seconds.
I’m straddling his chest and repeatedly punching him in the face. A hand grips my shoulder, tugging slightly. I shrug it off. My vision tunneled. I’m completely focused on Brandon. He was getting in a few good shots as well.
My lip was split. My ribs took a few hits as well. But his face. Well, one eye was swollen shut. His nose was bleeding. And his lip was split. Speaking of bloody noses, mine started bleeding.
“Cut that shit the Fuck out.” Tessa screams. Pulling myself from Brandon was a lot harder than you think. Not that he was stopping me physically. Now we both stopped at the same time. Problem was I didn’t want to stop. Standing I wiped my hand across my nose. Wincing slightly when it tugged my split lip. “Stay the fuck away from Ella.” I snarl at him. “This shit stops here.” I glare at him.
Axel steps in between us. “Enough Brandon. You had your chance. This bullshit needs to fucking stop.” He snaps. “Get Ella and get on the road. I think some time will be good for everyone.” Axel says as his hand taps my shoulder. Looking over at Ella. She’s standing there with surprise written all over her face. Not anger or disgust. Surprise.
Opening my arms. I wait. She takes off running. Right into my arms. Picking her up, I kiss her lips hard. The split in my lip smarts. It doesn’t stop me though. I kissed her. Proving a point to everyone. she’s fucking mine.
Pulling back, I let her slip down my body until her feet touch the floor. She’s slightly breathless. I take a quick look at Brandon. He’s watching us with hatred. Mine mother fucker. She’s mine.
I clasp hands with her. I start for the door. Axel's right, we need to get going. Sure the drive was only about an hour and a half. But it was already getting late. We would need to find a place to stay the first night there.
I make quick work with the helmet. Climbing onto my bike I hold out my hand for Ella. Once she’s situated I take off fast. We still needed to go shopping. Shit. We’ll stop at her house. Collect her shit. Then go to the store. She needed her own helmet. I felt her hands contract on my abdomen. Need rushes through my body.
My dick went hard. So, hard I could pound fucking nails. I increase my speed. I need to get her shit. Fuck. Think of anything else. Cleaning guns. Not enough. Ripping out teeth. That’s my element right there. Tearing someone apart.
Thank fuck. We made it to her place in record time. I was so lost my thoughts I didn’t realize she was laughing. I park the bike and look at her over my shoulder. “What’s so funny?” I ask her.
“That was fun. When you went faster my belly dropped. It felt fucking amazing. Can we do that again?” she asks sweetly. Fun? She thought that was fun. She’s fucking perfect.
There are only a few things in this world I like. Killing, Fucking, and Speed. Seems my old lady enjoys two out of three. Yeah that makes me a lucky fucking man.
Sitting there I watch her climb off my bike. Her sweet ass stretching those jeans nicely. I watch her hips sway as she walks away. It’s completely unconscious. She has no idea the appeal, she’s putting off right now.
Ella looks back at me over her shoulder. The question clear as day. “Are you coming?” her eyes said. Yeah baby, I’m coming. Climbing off my bike I take long strides. Eating up the space between us.
Her foot hit the first step and she stops dead. Another bouquet of flowers was sitting on the porch. There wasn’t just one I realize, but six. I take it all in. What the fuck? Ella was already reading the card. Snatching it out of her hand. I look at the masculine script. “You look beautiful always. But today, with the wind in your hair. That was magnificent. Made it all the better knowing you're mine. Not some filthy bikers. Until we meet.”
Turning the card over I look for a sign. Anything to show who the fuck was sending this shit. Looking up from the card. My eyes go straight to Ella. Who looks a little concerned and what I think is freaked?
Shit. She has no fucking clue what’s happening here. I clench my fist. The note crumples in my hand. “Go get your stuff baby. I need to make a quick call.” I pat her ass. Gently sending her on her wa
y.
As soon as she’s out of sight I pull out my phone. I select Axel's name and watch it go to the screen showing it was calling. Placing it to my ear I wait as it rings and rings.
I didn’t think he was going to answer it. “Better be fucking good.” he snaps into my ear. I can think of only one reason for his shit mood. He was fucking Tessa. I’m not a stupid man. I kept that shit to myself.
“Someone is sending shit to Ella.” I say quietly into my phone. He hisses out a breath before speaking. “What kind of shit?” he asks. Also, quietly.
So, I tell him about the flowers from yesterday. The flowers from today and both notes. “We're making a quick stop at the store, then we're out.” I tell him. “Hopefully this shit blows over as well.” he says quietly. Ella reappears in the doorway. Holding a small overnight bag. Perfect. That shit will fit perfectly in my saddle bag.
I take it from her hand. Giving Axel a quick bye, I hang up. My thoughts run rampant. So, fucking chaotic I didn’t realize we were at my bike. Helping her climb onto the back of my bike. I grab both her hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. Roaring out of the lot I steer us in the direction of the store.
Chapter 7
Ella
After equipping me with my own helmet and leather jacket. Not that his was a jacket. His was a leather cut. We were back on his bike and on our way to Greenville.
Some sort of club business. I wasn’t privy to the details and being raised in this life you know better than to ask. I grip him tighter. My belly rumbles. I would be embarrassed if the roar of the bike didn’t drown out the sound.
Jace slows. Then exits the highway. Pulling into a steak house he parks the bike. Guess my stomach wasn’t as quiet as I originally had thought. My face feels hot.
“I was getting hungry baby. I hope you are.” Jace says sweetly. I know he knows I’m hungry. But he was being sweet. Also, smart. I think I would have smacked him upside the head if he pointed out my loud monster like noises.
The hostess or should I say host? That’s the male version of hostess, right? After a, thorough once over and a nasty glare from Jace he had us seated in no time.
Unfortunately, we had a female waiter. Her flirting and touching was almost instant. She sized me up and found me lacking. I guess you can say. Her fake laughter grated my nerves.
I could feel this nasty jealousy forming in my belly. I wanted to grab her face and smack it off our table. Kind of like how Tessa did it to Amber two years ago,
I picture blood spewing from her face as I repeatedly bounced it off our table. There was an almost inhuman sound coming from somewhere. Looking around I realize that the sound was coming from me. The look of shock on her face was priceless. Jace started laughing and couldn’t stop. I glare at our wonderful waitress.
“Do me a favor.” I snarl at her. “Get our fucking food and keep your hands to yourself.” I keep eye contact trying to convey how serious I was. “Or you will fucking lose, them got me?” I snap the last part.
She looks me over again with a look of disgust. I don’t think she understands her precarious situation. She reaches out to pat his chest again. Reaching out I snatch her hand before she makes contact. I grip it tightly. Pulling it closer and in turn bringing her closer. I pull harder until she’s about sprawled on our table.
Getting in close. I get nose to nose. Eye to eye. “I just fucking told you to keep your hands to yourself. Should I take your hand, hmm?” My voice held that questioning sound to it. Sounding almost contemplative.
Well, it should, I was feeling a little contemplative. This is the second fucking waitress to pull this shit right in front on me. I would like to think the first learned her lesson.
“You know the last waitress to pull this shit has a broken nose and almost no hair?” I ask sweetly. Her eyes get bigger. I think a little fear has crept in. Good. She should be afraid. Very fucking afraid.
“What should I do with the second?” Placing a finger of my other hand to my lips I tap it slightly. Giving off the air of deep thought. “I mean she needs to learn as well. Seems the only way to do that is if it hits them hard.” my voice has gotten a little darker. With a slight undertone of excitement.
She was shaking her head in rapid succession. “Please. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” She begs. Well, at least she apologized. Should I give her another chance? I really don’t feel like fighting with someone.
“I’ll give you one more chance. Pull this shit again while we’re here. Let’s just say there will be no hole deep enough to hide in once I’m finished with you.” I snarl at her. “Fucking understand?”
I would have been embarrassed. But Jace’s looks of approval made it all the more pleasurable. My food was gone in seconds. My appetite appeased. I was ready to get back on the road. Exhaustion was starting to take its toll.
Jace finished up quickly as well. The waitress appeared out of thin air. She slips the little black folder onto our table and steps back a few feet. Looking anywhere but at us.
I smile I couldn’t help it. That’s right bitch. Keep your ass back. I might be rabid and take a chunk out of your skank ass. Jace slips some cash into the book. Instead of handing it to her he puts it on the table.
The terrified woman reaches for it hesitantly. As soon as her manicured claw like fingers made contact she was running. Two minutes later she all but throws it back on our table. Almost like she was afraid a snake might bite her.
Jace looks at the book. Doesn’t bother touching it. Just reaches for my hand as he stands up. The waitress steps back a few more feet. Not wanting to make any kind of contact. Perfect.
I almost wonder what he left in that book. But I think better of asking him. I don’t think I really want to know. Jealousy might rear its ugly green head if I felt it was too much.
Jace straps my very own helmet onto my head. Making sure it was secure. He kisses my lips briefly. Then he’s straddling his bike. Holding out his hand, I place mine into his and proceed to climb onto the back.
Once I’m plastered to his back, he’s taking off. We only have about thirty or so more minutes until we reach Greenville. The ride was exhilarating. I love the feel of him and his bike between my legs. My lady parts contract. If I wasn’t so sore, I would be climbing him like a spider monkey. I sigh, but I am sore. This sucks. I want more.
So, lost in my lust induced thoughts I didn’t realize we were here. In Greenville. Well, it looks like the outskirts of Greenville. The hotel Moose Inn looked rustic and cozy. Parking the bike at the entrance Jace gets off it and walks through the door.
I stay on the bike waiting. It only takes minutes. Then he’s right beside me. Climbing back onto his bike and driving five doors down. Once parked he was off the bike and lifting me off it as well. My feet don’t even touch the ground. He carries me to the room and then over the threshold.
Then I’m sailing thought the air and landing on the bed with a bounce. I couldn’t stop giggling. Jace was standing beside the bed looking down at me with a smile.
“I’m going to out and get our stuff. You lay here and look beautiful.” he says with a laugh. “Why you.” I mock throw my shoe at his retreating back. His laughter fades the further he gets. Closing my eyes, I relax into the bed. I start to drift off. When the bed shifts. I feel a tugging in the direction of my feet.
Raising my head, I look down. Jace was removing my shoes. There was a pile of clothes next to him. Not a very big pile. Once the boots were gone. He reached for my socks, then my pants, and last my shirt.
Instead of putting the moves on me he starts putting clothes back on. A pair of soft, thin carpi sweat pants make their way up my legs to my waist. The light, silky Cami goes over my head with ease. Looking down I realize he already removed my bra. How the fuck? I didn’t even notice.
“Sleep.” Was all he said. Not that I needed any prompting. My eyes were already closing. My head felt heavy and my body relaxed as I sank into the bed. I was partially aware of Jace slipping into the bed with
me. Curling up behind me. The blankets covering us. Then nothing. Just dark nothingness.
Chapter 8
Jace
The morning came with a stillness I didn’t like. Reaching for Ella I came up empty. Sitting up in bed as fear rushes through me. Where the fuck did she go?
Looking around I took in her purse sitting on the table where I set it last night. Her boots were still on the floor. Her bag was open. I look at the other side of the room. The bathroom door was closed.
Standing up I make my way to the door. Pressing my ear to it and immediately regretting it. Ella maybe sweet and small. But she couldn’t fucking sing. Completely off key. She gets louder and louder.
My ears start to hurt. I swear they could start bleeding. Backing up as fast as I could I trip over my own feet and hit the floor hard. The bang of my ass connecting with the floor echoed through the room and probably through the hotel.
“Jace? Is that you?” Ella says loudly. Who the fuck else would it be? “Yeah.” I respond the discomfort could be heard in my voice. Slowly getting to my feet I sit on the edge of the bed.
“You want to join me?” she asks sweetly. Did I want to? Fuck yes. Did I want her to keep singing? Fuck no. This was a double-edged sword.
“Jace?” she asks hesitantly. Shit. I’m going in. Taking a deep breath, I take the few steps separating me from the bathroom door. Grabbing the handle, I twist and push the door open.
I know how to keep her singing to a minimum. I could fuck her silent. The thought brings a smile to my face. With more enthusiasm, I grab the shower curtain and rip it aside. Almost ripping it from the rod.
Too much force. Well maybe not enough. Ella was standing there with water pouring down her body. Her nipples were hard. And her eyes were huge.
Placing one foot inside the stall, I watch Ella backup a few. Once I’m inside I close the curtain and reach for her. Dragging her to me. I crash my lips onto hers.
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