Oath Keepers MC: The Collection

by Sapphire Knight

  Eventually we pack it in and head back to the club. She goes off to shower and I’m cornered again by 2 Piece.

  “I told you to back the fuck up, brother,” he grumbles, getting close to my face, and of course, my sweet girl starts talking also, making my head jumble up.

  Why can’t we keep her, Daddy?

  “Shhh,” I mumble out loud and 2 Piece’s eyes flair, thinking I’m talking to him.

  “You think this is a game? She’s already been fucked with enough, Twist.”

  “I’m not hurtin’ her; she knows I got issues.”

  I think you’re pwerfect, Daddy.

  “Damn it! Quiet!” I growl my fingers rapping out a beat against my thighs, and 2 shakes his head.

  “You need to stay away from her. I’m moving her out of your room; she shouldn’t be dealin’ with your shit too.”

  “You won’t touch her!” I hiss, shoving him away. “You mind your fuckin’ biz’, 2, or we gonna have real shit goin’ down between us.”

  “You fuck with her, Twist, and I swear to God, I’ll put a bullet in your skull.”

  “Noted.” I glare and take off to find Sadie.

  Stupid prick. I saved his ass awhile back and this is the thanks I get. They think I don’t know I got issues? I fuckin’ live with them every goddamn day.

  I ain’t good for her. I get that loud and clear, but it’s becoming much more difficult to stay away from my Sunshine as the days pass and I witness her radiant smile each morning. I gaze into her warm eyes and I’m suddenly not aching so bad for that little sample of blow I usually need in the morning. She keeps me busy so I’m not constantly thinking ‘bout shit so much that I want to slit my own throat. The voice usually stops when I have Sadie around me enough, and I don’t wake up and instantly feel the acute need to wretch up everything in my stomach.

  I find her tucked in bed, softly snoring on her side. I know 2 Piece is right, and I absolutely hate it, but I need to stay away from her. My heart, however, couldn’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.

  Chapter 7

  Just when the caterpillar thought her life was over...

  She began to fly.

  -Tweegram

  Sadie

  My phone beeps again. It’s happened every day almost at the same time, always some sort of threat. I don’t want to look, but my curiosity gets the best of me and I open the message.

  Unknown: Tick Tock

  Whatever. I roll my eyes to myself and turn my phone off. I know it’s Ghost, and I don’t have anything to say to him. Silas and Twist have been around so I don’t need my phone on anyhow.

  Just thinking of Twist’s name brings tingles all over. God, that man knows how to keep me satisfied. The only thing that has me confused is this week he hasn’t slept with me. He’s brought me some sort of pleasure each day, but no matter how much he gets me to beg, he holds himself back. It’s sweet to only think of me, but it’s also extremely frustrating.

  Not only the sex, but what are we? Do we have some sort of label? They aren’t necessarily important to me, but it would give me some kind of an idea of what to expect. My heart already swears it belongs to him, but my head tells me to hold back and be smart. It’s pretty much impossible to hold back from Twist though, he’s either being so sweet you get a toothache or he’s being an infuriating dick and no matter how pissed I get, I end up wanting to fuck his brains out.

  You ever see that model with long blond hair, beard, and covered in tattoos? That’s Twist to a tee. He’s not only beautiful, but so damaged, you want to not only lick him for being sexy but to do whatever you can to make him happy, because he’s already broken enough inside.

  Then throw in a motorcycle and his dirty mouth, he’s like dry panties arch nemeses. You’re always going to be wet with him, especially when he chews on the toothpick, feeding you full of ideas of just what that mouth can do with all that sucking and tongue playing I’m sure he does with the toothpick. OHMYGOD.

  It’s been five days since he took me on our picnic—probably the most romantic date I’ve ever been on before. Was it a date? I’d like to think so.

  Today he caught me in the laundry room. He came in while I had a handful of dry clothes, pressed me up against the washer and fingered me until I came. His touch is sinful, experienced, and just forceful enough to make you beg. He’s learning my body better than anyone else ever has; I just wish he would let me know his as well.

  I feel like I’m in a whirlwind, easily being consumed by Twist and I don’t want it to ever stop.

  “Hey, lady,” Avery greets as I fold mine and Twist’s clothes, putting them in stacks on the bed.

  “Oh, hi, Avery.”

  She smiles and London follows, coming in behind her.

  “You’re doing his laundry now?” She asks snarky, placing her hand on her hip and I can’t help my temper flaring.

  “Not that it’s any of your business,” I reply and she huffs. She can get over it, thinking I want Cain of all guys. She hasn’t been quite as rude to me since I first arrived and she discovered I’m Silas’ sister, but she hasn’t apologized for being a bitch to me either.

  “Look, Twist is my friend, so of course, I’m going to be concerned.”

  “That’s understandable, but Twist is a grown man, and last I checked, you do Cain’s laundry.”

  “My man’s none of your business.”

  “Thank God!” I declare rudely.

  Avery steps between us, her arms out between us. “Okay, calm down chicks—shit! London, I’ll meet you in the bar in a few minutes, okay? Let me speak to Sadie for a sec.”

  I wait for London to be a twat to Avery but she just shrugs and with an “okay,” she’s out of my room.

  “I didn’t mean to come in here and get you upset. I was just talking to Twist and he was saying you needed a few baby items; I was hoping you could tell me what you need still.”

  “Oh you don’t have to do that, but thank you.”

  “No, no, it’s okay…really. I know your brother will want to get his future niece or nephew some things.”

  “Okay, awesome. I have a few registries set up to keep track of the stuff I like. I’ll give you access so you can see the lists.” She smiles and I quickly scribble down the websites and my login info.

  “Great, thanks.”

  “Sure, and umm, I’m sorry about London. I don’t get it why she doesn’t like me.”

  “London takes a little while to warm when it comes to people in the club. She’s taken on club life and has made it her mission to look out for all the guys. She’s grown a little more hostile after dealing with a few of the club sluts around here. Not everyone knows boundaries, but she’ll warm up to you. I have a feeling when she does, you will love her.”

  “If you say so.”

  “I do. Don’t write her off just yet.”

  I nod and she does a little wave on her way out. I don’t get London, but it seems like pretty much everyone around here loves her, so I’ll wait and see how it all plays out. That was really nice of them to offer to get me some baby items. I’m excited to see what Silas comes up with. Knowing him, it’ll be like plug-in protectors or something I won’t need for like eight months. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts and my brother has always figured things out with a little bit of time.

  “Hey, Sunshine,” Twist mumbles as he comes in the room, looking surprised at me folding all of his clothes as well as mine.

  “Hi.”

  “You don’t need to do all that; you should be layin’ down, babe.”

  “I wanted to.” I shrug and he nods, giving in. He knows I’m stubborn.

  “You ‘bout ready to go see this doctor?”

  “Yep, my appointment is in forty-three minutes. Is someone following me to the office?”

  “I done told you woman; I’m driving you.”

  “I don’t want to have you stuck there waiting on me though.”

  “It’s all good. I’ll live, trust me.”


  “Okay awesome, because I really didn’t want to have to go alone anyhow,” I ramble, slipping on my Toms and he chuckles, shaking his head at me.

  “You’re gonna drive me crazy, you know that?”

  “Yeah, but you get benefits too. For example, your new found love of peanut butter.” He’s been feeding me peanut butter quite a few times. He likes to watch me suck it off his fingers or he licks it off my nipples. Not to mention the cake I baked for him a few days ago.

  “I love peanut butter,” he mutters under his breath, and I giggle.

  “Can we get a strawberry sundae on the way back?”

  “Yeah, baby, we can get whatever you want.”

  Right answer.

  We make our way through the bar to be held up by Silas. His eyebrows rise as he glances from me to Twist.

  “What’s up, sister?”

  “I’m heading to my doctor’s appointment.”

  “Right, and what’s he doin’?” He chin-lifts to Twist.

  “He’s taking me.”

  His eyes meet Twist’s. “You’re takin’ her?”

  “Yep.”

  “To the baby’s appointment?”

  “Yep.”

  Silas nods and kisses my forehead, moving to the side so we can pass. That was weird, but the guys here all act like cavemen most of the time anyhow.

  We get in my car and I turn to Twist. “So, what was that about?”

  “Just your brother bein’ 2.” He shrugs and I leave it alone. Whatever that means.

  “I can’t wait; I get an ultrasound today. I can find out what I’m having if I want to. I could have found out sooner, but I’ve had fun waiting. I think for clothes and stuff, though, I should find out. What do you think?”

  “Just do what makes you happy, Sunshine. That’s all you gotta worry ‘bout.”

  He’s right, and I want to know. I’ve always wanted to find out, but I think it’s extra special holding out longer for the surprise. I can’t wait to tell my brother what I’m having. I wonder if he wants one or the other more?

  I get a swift kick to the ribs, making me grunt, and Twist looks over at me concerned. I just smile and point to my tummy causing him to grin and shake his head, turning back to watch the road.

  I never in a million years expected to find a man at my brother’s club like Twist. He’s so caring and protective; I wish everyone got to see him like I do at times like this when he actually smiles. I heard his rich laugh at our picnic for the first time and it was amazing. The deep timbre made my heart fill, wanting to hear him laugh like that all the time.

  We get to the hospital, find the women’s clinic, and get all checked in. I have a mountain of paperwork to fill out, but eventually work through it all and get situated on the uncomfortable table to wait for them to do the ultrasound.

  There’s a light knock on the door and an older gentleman pokes his head in. “You decent, my dear?”

  “Not really, but I’ll try to be.” I smirk and he lets loose a booming laugh, opening the door wider, pulling a shocked Twist in by the elbow along with him.

  “Oh, hi.” I smile at Twist and his eyes grow a little wider as they take me in with my shirt scrunched up, exposing my stomach.

  The doctor pulls a chair next to me and gestures for Twist to sit, and then makes his way around the table toward the large, portable machine.

  “I found this young man out in the waiting room and told him he better get back here to show you some support, plus most guys get a kick out of this part anyhow.” He winks at me and I’m freaking out a little inside that Twist is actually in here with me.

  “I wasn’t so sure if he’d be comfortable,” I respond quietly and Dr. Marsh waves me off.

  “Nonsense. This is good for men; most don’t really realize that you have an actual baby in there until they see it on the screen or hold it in their hands. Now I see on your chart, you don’t know the sex of the child, but you’re interested to learn now?”

  “Yes, if it isn’t too much trouble.”

  “None at all. This is the best part of my day, besides dinner of course.” He grins and I chuckle at the silly man.

  He squirts the cold blue goop on my stomach and then uses the wand thing to go over my belly, tinkering with the machine until the heartbeat is loud enough for us to easily hear it and you can see movement on the screen.

  Twist draws in a quick breath and sits forward. “That’s the baby? And the noise?” He points to the speaker.

  Dr. March smiles and starts pointing out different features, telling Twist about the heartbeat and normal rates to expect. Twist gives him his full attention, resting one of his hands on my tummy while he listens to everything the doctor says.

  “So you see kids, if you look right here, it appears you’ll be welcoming a little boy into the world here shortly. And he’s a strapping young man, right on schedule growth wise; looks like he may be a little on the bigger side by delivery time. With your size, Sadie, we may be forced to do a cesarean to be frank with you.”

  “I was hoping to do natural, but my other doctor had mentioned it also.”

  “Natural births are great, but if it comes to it, I’d hate to see you or the little one distressed above the usual in delivery. I’m sure this young man here wouldn’t want to see anything happen to either one of you either.” He nods to Twist and I tear up. I can’t help it. Twist isn’t even my baby’s father, but he’s sitting next to me right now. I wish he was the father more than anything.

  “Thank you,” I let out under my breath.

  “Of course! Now, any questions for me?”

  I go to shake my head, ready to leave, but Twist jumps in.

  “Is she still high risk?”

  “She’s doing really well, but it’s in her best interest to keep taking it easy. Whatever she’s been doing, have her keep it up because it’s agreeing with her pregnancy.”

  “Okay, can she have sex?”

  “Of course, son; it’s not like she’s going to get pregnant.” He smiles and Twist chuckles. “You just keep making her smile a lot, and this little one will be one happy baby.”

  Twist nods. “Thank you,” he says and shakes Dr. Marsh’s hand.

  “My pleasure. Now Sadie, you are welcome to use the wipes here to get that gel off and then schedule an appointment in about two weeks if possible. I’d like to start seeing you regularly as the time is getting much closer.”

  “All right, no problem. Thanks again.”

  He nods and closes the door as Twist stands, heading for the door.

  “You’re leaving?”

  “I was gonna pull the car up to the curb while you make your appointment.”

  “Oh. Okay, awesome. I’m, ah, I’m sorry if this made you uncomfortable.”

  “It was the best fuckin’ thing I’ve done in a very long time. Thanks for letting me stick around with ya, Sunshine.”

  “Umm hmm,” I answer, trying to keep the tears away. Damn hormones and him being sweet.

  After I collect myself, I check out with the front desk, and then we stop and pick up the best strawberry sundae I’ve ever had, or maybe it was just because Twist fed me like half of it. Anyhow, my head hits the pillow, my body and mind worn out, content for the first time in who knows how long.

  Chapter 8

  Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much,

  he died every night to let her breathe.

  -Unknown

  I’m jeered awake by Twist screaming again, only this time he’s thrashing around violently, covered in a sheen of sweat and you’d swear someone had died in his dreams or something by the way he sounds. He’s always upset when he sleeps, but this is a heartbreaking wail, like a man being ripped in half. I can only hold off for so long before I have to touch him, and attempt to bring him out of it.

  Normally I can shake him for a good ten minutes or so before he comes out of it and sometimes he won’t wake at all, just quiet down. I end up having to sit there waiting and watch
ing him being tormented. Tonight he takes me by surprise though, the moment I touch him, Twist’s hardened muscles easily shove me like a little rag doll, causing me to land on the hard ground in a heap.

  “Ummph!” I gasp and put my hand to my back where the pain hits me first. “Shit!” I croak in a strangled voice and the next thing I know, Twist is hovering over me, gripping my neck so tightly I can barely choke a word out.

  I claw at his hands, gasping for breath, kicking, squirming, anything I can possibly do to get out of his forceful clutch, but it’s even more difficult with my big belly and added weight. I squirm so much that eventually I’m flat on the ground on my back, my tummy on full display, making me freak even more, when survivor mode kicks in. My body gets flooded with adrenaline, gearing up for flight or fight.

  There’s no way to really fight him with my size and condition, but I won’t give up, so I start kicking and kneeing him in the nuts over and over until his hands drop away and I can crawl farther from him, panting and weeping, wanting the air to fill my lungs as quickly as possible. Once the reality of what just happened sinks in, the tears flow freely in time with my deep breathing.

  He could have killed me. He could have killed my baby.

  The room’s deathly silent and when I get enough nerve to pick myself off the floor and approach Twist, he’s peacefully sleeping on the ground as if nothing ever happened. My temper flairs, and without thinking, I pull my foot back and kick him harshly in his stomach. Before I get a peep in, he’s on his feet, wide awake and in my face. I stumble backwards to the wall and he follows me, staying in my face until I’m trapped all over again.

  “The fuck you doin?” he barks angrily.

  “I-I, I-I.” Stuttering, my eyes fill with tears so much that my vision blurs.

  “I, what? Why you bein’ a fuckin’ bitch, kickin’ me an’ shit while I’m sleepin’? You was anyone else, I’d fuck you up right now,” he hisses, his fingers tapping to a beat at his side. I notice he always does this when he’s upset about something.