Ivan

by Roxanne Greening

  “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said.

  I just smiled at him and closed the door behind me.

  “Why are you here, Ivan?” He asked trying a different tactic.

  “To kill you, Jacob,” I answered truthfully.

  “The fuck you are! My men will be here any moment.” He said in a fake bravado.

  “I’ll kill them too. Just like I did the others and like I’m going to do to you,” I said quietly.

  Walking towards him I kept my gun pointed between his eyes. Ever ready to pull the trigger and free her.

  “Why? Why make war, Ivan?” Jacob, asked in a quavering voice.

  “You thought to take what’s mine,” I told him. My voice was full of anger.

  “What is that, Ivan? I don’t have anything of yours,” Jacob, said desperately.

  “Layla. You thought you could have her. You fucking took her and locked her in that shit hole,” my voice turned dark and cold.

  I watched as his eyes were full of fear, but also showed the possession that I felt.

  “Layla Hopewell is mine,” he informed me.

  “She was never yours, you nasty fuck! She’s mine! Always has been, and always will be.” I responded before pulling the trigger and effectively ending Jacob O’Sullivan.

  His head shot backward then slumped forward. His body continued to fall, then it landed with a thump on the desk in front of him.

  Looking around the small room, I took in the red walls and black carpet. It was comical really, he decorated it like you would think Satan would decorate an office.

  But I knew the devil. I knew death himself, and his name was Lark Carter, not Jacob O’Sullivan. Walking out of the small space and to the front of the house, I laughed as his men came pouring from the shadows.

  Grabbing my other gun, I started shooting. My cousin Jacob, appeared at my side also shooting. Men fell bleeding out and decorating the lawn red as we rushed to the wall.

  It was time to go home, home to Layla.

  Chapter 33

  Layla

  I was sitting in bed watching the door, hoping he would walk through it. The longer I sat there staring at it, the angrier I became.

  When the door opened quietly, and Ivan, walked in wearing an all-black suit, I had a moment of awe before the anger and hurt returned.

  Grabbing a pillow, I threw it at him with a scream of frustration.

  “Layla…” He started.

  “Don’t you dare Layla, me,” I snarled at him.

  His beautiful blue eyes widen a fraction.

  “Listen…” He tried again.

  “No! You listen! I have been a fool sitting here, and I realize that. I’ve let you in over and over, and you continued to stomp those large ass feet all over my heart,” I told him. At first, my tone was angry, and I was yelling, but towards the end, I was crying a little.

  “I trusted you, I’ve loved you, and I’ve given you plenty of chances. Right now, Ivan, all I want is answers, and I think it’s time I let you go,” I whispered the last eight words.

  “Babe, I had to walk away,” he said.

  My heart squeezed as more tears filled my eyes and burned a path down my face in a continuous river. I could feel myself softening, and I hated it.

  Why was I so weak where Ivan was concerned?

  “I hated every fucking moment of being away from you. I joined the army to get the distance I needed, and to keep you from him,” he told me.

  “From whom, Ivan?” I asked him with anger and frustration mixing together in my voice.

  “Michael, fuck Layla, he was a monster,” he shouted. His voice was raw like he was being cut open and his fears were pouring out of the now gaping hole.

  “Why couldn’t you tell me that? You told me everything else, but not that. You left me here heartbroken and devastated with what felt like a hundred questions and no answers,” I was weakening even as I said those words.

  “I would give anything, do anything if it meant taking away that pain,” he whispered fiercely.

  My hands were clenched in my lap as I twisted them together. I couldn’t look at him right now, but he sounded closer, and the thought had my eyes shooting up. I found the space he was before, and it was now empty. I turned and looked to my right and my eyes locked on his chest. He was now only three feet from me.

  “You did it again at my apartment,” I whispered.

  I wanted to add after everything we did, but I couldn’t get the words to form in my suddenly dry throat.

  “I had to go. Kell needed me to find Texas, and believe me, sweetheart, I didn’t want to leave you,” his voice went husky at the end, and my pussy clenched as desire burned a fire through my veins.

  I was with Texas, in that room, in that small dark, smelly room. I was relieved they had been looking for her.

  “She was missing that long?” I asked with pain in my voice.

  She had been in that room that long? For weeks?

  “Yeah, sweetheart she was missing for weeks,” He told me sadly.

  I watched as he slowly lifted his hand. It was as if he was going to reach for me but quickly dropped it back to his side. I wanted to lean forward and press my face against that hand.

  I remembered what it felt like to have them cupping my face, the callouses rubbing gently against my skin. I wasn’t so sure I could forgive him again.

  More tears spilled from my eyes as I fought a war deep inside.

  “I’m so fucking sorry, Layla,” he whispered close to my ear.

  Woman around the world would want to smack me for my stupidity. Pressing up onto my knees I turned and faced him.

  Yes, he left me, yes, he did it more than once, but it was to protect me. Ivan saved my life.

  “What about Jacob?” I asked him the one thing I didn’t want to say out loud.

  My chest heaved gently as both of his hands came up and caressed my face. Cupping both my cheeks he leaned forward and pressed his lips against my forehead.

  “Babe, Jacob, is gone. I fucking killed him,” he whispered against my flesh.

  Relief, like I’ve never felt before, had my body sagging into him.

  “It’s over?” I asked him.

  “For him, it is,” he clarified.

  Running my fingers up his chest, I clenched them on either side of his black button-down dress shirt. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my hands in opposite directions causing the buttons to give way and bounce across the floor.

  His tan chest moved as he took deep, even breaths.

  “Layla...” he started.

  Hushing him with my lips, I kissed him greedily. My tongue slipping between his lips as my fingers worked to remove his pants.

  I needed him with an intensity that terrified me.

  “Please, Ivan. I need you,” I begged against his lips.

  Ivan growled before pulling my borrowed shirt over my head. His pants followed, and soon we were both naked and breathing heavily.

  Pleasure rushed through me as his finger pushed deep inside me. I moaned as he pumped it in and out, over and over.

  “Oh god…” I screamed as he added another finger. Pushing it in and out, harder and faster, I grabbed onto his shoulders and bit his lip gently.

  Ivan pushed me gently onto the bed, and before I could move, he was inside me in one long swift stroke. Screams of pleasure poured from me.

  In and out he pounded into me over and over in long deep, hard strokes. Moans of pleasure and a hint of pain erupted from deep within.

  “Oh god….” I breathed loudly.

  Ivan went deeper hitting my womb over and over. The harder he went, the further up the bed we slid.

  “Faster, please, I need…” I cried.

  His hips slammed hard into mine. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room.

  “Fuck darlin’,” Ivan, growled.

  The sound of his voice had my orgasm wash over me, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  “My pussy.
Do. You. Understand. Me?” He demanded.

  “Yes….” I screamed.

  A few harder strokes and I felt him find his release. Warmth bathed my insides as he came hard.

  “I love you, Layla,” Ivan, whispered against my lips.

  I kissed him deeply before I replied.

  I love you, too.”

  The road was long and hard. It was full of pain and love. But, I finally reached my destination. I finally reached my home.

  Epilogue

  Eight months later……

  Another contraction cramped its way through me and caused vomit to rise. It hurt so bad I wanted nothing more than to empty, my already empty, stomach.

  “Almost there, babe,” Ivan, whispered close to my ear.

  The bastard, he had it so easy. He just stood there and looked good. If that nurse didn’t stop trying to fuck him, I was going to kill her with the nearest bedpan.

  “She needs to keep those hazel eyes to herself, or I’m going to remove them with a spoon,” I screamed.

  Said nurse’s eyes widen, and she quickly went back to help hold my leg as I fought to bring our child into the world.

  “That’s good, Layla. A few more of those hard pushes and the baby will be here,” the doctor announced.

  I growled and kept my eyes on the flirty nurse. I wanted to make sure she could see all the things I planned to do to her.

  “Don’t worry about her, sweetheart,” Ivan, said.

  I know he doesn’t want her, but still, I was in the middle of giving birth to his child, and she was trying to get his dick in her pussy.

  “That’s it, Layla. One more push,” the doctor said.

  Really? Grunting, I pushed hard. The most beautiful sound I ever heard echoed around the small room. The sound of my baby’s cries.

  “It’s a boy!” The doctor, announced.

  “Marcus. Marcus Valisk,” I whispered.

  Ivan, leaned forward and presses his lips to my sweaty forehead. I watched as he collected our child from the overly flirty nurse without so much as looking at her.

  “He’s perfect, sweetheart,” Ivan, said as he pressed his lips against the soft skin of our son’s forehead.

  I reached out and sighed as he placed him into my arms.

  “I love you both,” Ivan declared.

  “We love you, too,” I told him with a giggle.

  Roxanne Greening is a mother of two young children and lives in the beautiful rural area in West Virginia, USA. It was because of her love for reading romances, that Roxanne decided to write her own. However, it is the MC romances that she enjoys writing the most. “Being able to become a rebel, an outlaw (in fiction) is a powerful thing.” And so, Axel, the first book of the SONS OF THE APOCALYPSE, was published in August 2016.

  Her comedy nonfiction, The Rantings Of A Crazy Person, was born out of demands from her family and friends to write about her own experiences. And her children’s book, The chronicles of rocky and binx aka the steam punk kid and the angel of death. Titanic's Doom! Came from wanting to write a book for her son who suffers from ADHD.

  Roxanne also enjoys to quilt, and secretly wants to be a ninja.

  Sons Of The Apocalypse MC

  Axel

  Jace

  Brandon

  Jesse

  Blazing Devils MC

  Jackal

  Beau

  Hyde

  Carter Mafia Family

  Lark

  Jaxson

  Jason

  The Ace’s MC

  Sam

  The Valisk Mafia Family

  Kell

  Ivan