“That’s where you’re wrong. See, we have a video of you with the fucking Road Captain.”
I can feel my face turning white as a sheet.
“Why do you give a fuck who I sleep with?”
“See we didn’t, but then your boyfriend, you know the one you left back in the city, he was my good buddy and he told me that you’re stacked with cash.” What the hell is he talking about? I don’t have anything. My parents died when I was younger.
“You have me confused with someone else, he is a psycho stalker. He is making you go through all this just to get me back.”
He tosses a stack of papers on the table. “Go ahead, take a look.” I grab the stack of papers that are on the table and start sifting through them. I can’t believe what I am looking at. These are papers from my parents will. It says that when I turned 27, I would inherit 20 million dollars. This can’t be right, my parents died when I was younger and I was left with nothing. I’ve had to work for everything. How could I have not known?
“This isn’t right. I’m poor, I have nothing.”
“I don’t know what you know girl, but that is you, and when you turn 27 that money is going to you. Your foster parents kept it from you until you came of age. Your 27th birthday is in a month, isn’t it?”
“Oh god. What are you going to do to me? Please don’t make me go back to him.”
“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s been taken care of, he won’t be around. He is a fucking sick fuck.”
“Takes one to know one,” I mumble out. He smacks me across the face.
“Don’t talk back to me, I don’t like it.”
“If this isn’t for him, then what the fuck do you want from me? I don’t have the money right now.”
“But you will. You and I are going to get married and then you are going to sign over the money to me. Maybe I will keep you. You know my good ol’ buddy, may he rest in peace, told me you were a tiger in bed, and from what I saw in the video you sure know how to suck a cock. I might just consummate the marriage before I get rid of you, or maybe I might just have you suck all our cocks here.” The guys around us start mumbling. He comes over and licks my face. I knock my head back and head butt him. I hear a gun go off and immediately feel immense pain in my shoulder.
“You see what you made me do, you bitch.” He slaps me again. “Clean it up.”
I hold pressure on my shoulder with just my hand. It didn’t hit any major arteries, at least I don’t think it did. I can’t really tell, the pain is so excruciating.
“Please, I need to go to the hospital,” I plead with him.
“Shut up you bitch, you brought this on yourself. I know you have medical training, fix yourself,” he says, pacing behind me.
I continue to hold pressure on my shoulder.
“Why are you messing with the Corrupted Saints if all you wanted was me?”
“You’re lucky I need you alive. I’ve been eyeing this club for a while, and I want them gone. You being here at the same time was just luck. With them out in our turf looking for us, it was the perfect opportunity to fuck with their old ladies and get you.”
“Look, you got me, let’s just go. You will get your money and I will leave, I never saw anything.” I’m so thankful the ladies were able to escape.
“We aren’t done here yet. I know that fuck will come looking for you.”
“What are you talking about? No one is going to come looking for me.”
“Winger. You’re his old lady.”
“I’m not his old lady. We aren’t anything, okay.”
“I know the Pres’s old lady will be looking for you. You guys are close.” He shows me photos of Charlotte and I in my house.
“Don’t you dare hurt her!” I attempt to get up, but one of the guys holds me down and squeezes my gunshot wound. The last thing I remember is everything going black.
Chapter 13
Winger
We just ambushed our own clubhouse and things got deadly. We had a major shootout with the Lucifer’s Apostles MC. They are all fucking dead and we are working on cleanup now. Luckily, we did not lose anyone on our side, only a few injuries.
The last place we had action was our church room. Their leadership was in there and so was Sam. She was passed out on the couch and some fuck was above her about to take advantage of her while she was blacked out and bleeding. I shot him right in the middle of the forehead before he could do a thing. As soon as I saw her under that fucking asshole, I pulled him off her and carried her out of that room. I brought her to sickbay and Charlotte started working on her immediately.
She is now in my room and I’m waiting for her to wake up.
“Winger, why don’t you go get some rest. I’ll watch her for a little,” Charlotte says to me.
“Nah, I wanna be here when she wakes up. I need to make sure she is okay.”
“You know she saved us.”
“What do you mean?” I ask her.
“When they first came in, she was the first one to know. She let Rock know, and he came to get us. She also took out their Sergeant at Arms and sacrificed herself so that we could get out. Rock was going to go back for her, but she said no so that we could all get out.” I’m shocked and pissed that Rock would leave her. I can feel myself getting a little pissed and tensing.
I feel a hand on mine and look down. “Don’t be mad at him, I told him to go.” It’s Sam.
Charlotte rushes over to the bed.
“Sam, how are you feeling?” Charlottes hugs her.
“I’m thirsty,” Sam says while looking at me.
I grab a cup of water with a straw and place it in her mouth. “Here you go baby.”
“I never thought I’d see the day you were catering to a woman bro,” Breaker says as he walks in.
“Shut the fuck up. She deserves it,” I say.
“She does,” Breaker says and walks over to the bed. “How are you feeling Sam?” he asks.
“I’m alright. Is everyone okay?” she asks.
“Everyone is okay, thanks to you.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You know you did, you alerted us to them being in the clubhouse, you also saved the other old ladies from their Sergeant at Arms and let yourself get caught so my old lady could get out.”
“Charlotte is my sister and I couldn’t allow anything to happen to her or to the others,” she says as she tries to lean up.
“Easy there tiger, you need to relax. You know you don’t need to always be saving me Sam, but thank you,” Charlotte says.
“Thank you,” Breaker says.
Sam just smiles at them both. “What happened to them all?”
“They’ve been taken care of,” Breaker says.
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“It means you don’t have to worry about them anymore,” I say to her as I squeeze her hand.
She looks at me in the eyes. “Okay.”
“Baby, you ready to go? I’m taking you home, I need you to rest, and you’ve been busting your ass fixing everyone up,” Breaker says to Charlotte.
“No babe, I told you I need to stay here and watch Sam.”
“No you don’t, I’m fine. Please go home and take care of yourself,” Sam says.
“You sure?” Charlotte asks.
“I’m positive, I’m probably going to just knock back out and sleep it off,” Sam says.
“Alright girly, you have my number. If you need anything, let me know.” Charlotte moves to her and hugs her.
“Feel better, little spitfire,” Breaker says.
“See you guys later,” Sam says.
“Do you need anything, baby?” I ask Sam.
“I could really use a shower. Do you think you could help me shower?” she asks me.
“Is that really a good idea?”
“Probably not, no, but I feel like I smell, and I have that man’s touch all over me and I
can’t stand it. I feel dirty. Please, Winger,” she says to me with pleading, watery eyes.
“Okay. No shower though, we are going to put you in a bath. A fine medical professional once told me that fresh stitches shouldn’t get wet,” I say smirking.
“Smart woman,” she says.
“You ready?” I ask.
“Yes. Can you please help me up?” She moves and swings her feet to the side of the bed.
“Yup.” I stand and offer my arm for her to get up. I assist her by lifting her on her good side. My girl has a bruised face, a cut lip and a bullet wound to her shoulder. She’s a fighter.
We walk over to the bathroom and she sits on the side of the tub. I run the water and fill it up with warm water and some oil shit that Liz dropped off earlier.
“You ready, my little spitfire?”
“Yes. Can you help me undress, please?”
“I thought you would never ask,” I say.
She starts laughing. “Ouch, don’t make me laugh.” She has a big smile on her face.
I start to undress her starting with the button-up shirt they got her in. “Is this okay?” I take her free arm out. Her breasts are exposed. This is the first time that I’m seeing them. They are beautiful and full. Her nipples are a rosy pink. I move to the leggings she is in. I get down to my knees and wrap my fingers into their waistband and pull down slowly. I give her a kiss on each of her thighs as they are exposed. Next, I move her panties down and have her step her feet out.
“Thank you,” she says.
“Come on, let’s get you in.” I offer my arms and guide her in. She sits right into the middle.
“Oh gosh, this feels amazing. Mmmmmm.” She makes all types of positive moaning sounds.
“Damn,” I stumble out. I’ve never felt so stunned by someone. She is beautiful even on her worst day. I grab a wash cloth and start to wash her, avoiding the bandaged-up area.
“Thank you.”
“Anything you need, just let me know. Now, let’s get you clean.” I run the wash cloth under her breasts and over them making them soapy. She moans a little. I can feel my cock pressing up against my jeans. I move the cloth to her neck, then arms, stomach, back and then down to her pussy. I run the cloth on her pussy and start to clean her.
“Mmmm, Winger. That feels so good.”
I kiss her on the forehead. “I know baby, but right now I’m just trying to get ya clean. It’s not the time for that kind of fun. I want you all better before we go there, okay?”
“Okay.” She leans back a little. I can tell she is getting a little drowsy.
“Baby, I don’t think we can wash your hair, it’s going to get the bandage wet.”
“Please, I saw some dressings in the bedroom, you can change them for me,” she pleads with me. I can’t deny her.
I grab the showerhead and rinse her hair. Blood comes out into the water. I grab the shampoo and start massaging her head. I can feel a huge bump on her head.
“Sam, you have a huge bump on the back of your head.” I’m starting to get pissed. She hs gone through too much and I can’t help but feel it’s my fault.
“I know. Conditioner next please.”
I rinse out her hair and massage some conditioner into her hair next.
“Mmmmm, that feels so amazing.” I rinse her hair and the rest of her body with the soft spray from the showerhead.
“All done.” I grab a towel and hold it out for her. “Come on, let’s get you dry.”
She steps out of the tub and I dry her off.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her.
“I feel much better, thank you Winger.” She leans in and gives me a gentle peck on the lips. “Do you mind grabbing me a pair of clean underwear from my bag?” she asks.
“No problem.” I go to her bag and grab her a pair of underwear. I also grab one of my shirts. It’s a button up flannel. I like her in my shirts and it’s better for her arm. “Here we go. I grabbed you a clean pair and one of my shirts so you don’t have to hurt your arm.”
“Thank you.” She steps into the underwear, I dress her injury and I put the clean shirt on her. We end up in bed and fall asleep for the rest of the night.
8 hours later….
I wake up from sleep and Sam is not next to me. I feel the bed and it’s still warm. She must have just gotten up.
“Sam?” I call out.
“Yeah, in the bathroom. I’ll be right out.” She steps out of the bathroom moments later.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” I ask.
“I’m alright. A little sore, I just took some Tylenol.”
“Come get back in bed, I’m gonna run and grab some grub and talk to Rock? You hungry?”
“Not too much, I think I’m just going to get some rest. If that’s okay?”
“Anything you want. I’ll bring you something small and if you want to pick on it, you can. Let me know if need anything else.” I can’t believe it myself, I’m catering to someone like this. This woman put a spell on me, Winger, the man who fucks and runs. I should say fucked and ran, I don’t want to have anyone else but Sam if she’ll have me.
“Winger?”
“Yeah?” I say back to her.
“Please don’t blame Rock for anything. It wasn’t his fault, I told him to leave. Otherwise, everyone would have been caught.” How did she know?
“How could he just leave you? That’s not the way family works. You’re mine and under our protection, he knew better.” I’m pissed that he left her by herself.
“He did protect me and he had to make a choice, so I made the choice for him. They would have killed him. They were looking for me, anyway. I brought this all upon you guys.”
“What are you talking about? The Lucifer’s Apostles is not your fault.”
“Yes, it is. I knew their President, only I didn’t know he was part of an MC. He was friends with my ex, and I guess when I dumped my ex, he blabbed about me and some stupid inheritance I didn’t know about and he wanted me to marry him and take the money.”
“Sam, I don’t care about any of that, they had a vengeance with us. They have been wanting to take us down for a very long time. We found a lot in their clubhouse. We know about everything, and trust me when I say this isn’t your fault.” What is she talking about with an inheritance?
She starts crying. “I’m sorry, I just feel horrible about everything.” I walk over to her and hug her to my chest and kiss her head.
“Sam, I won’t tell you how to feel, but I want you to know that we don’t blame you for anything. If anything, the brothers all love you for warning us about what was going on. You also kept Sky and Liz safe by using your crazy ninja fighting skills and taking that guy out. We also saw how you took out two other guys that were trying to grab you. None of this is your fault. You can cry, be angry, sad, but blame or guilt should not be anything you feel.”
She looks at me deep in the eyes. “Please promise me you won’t be angry with Rock?” she asks. I guess she is right about Rock. I’m still not okay with him leaving her, but he had to make a choice and she made it for him.
“I promise. Now let me go get some grub and I will bring you back something to nibble on.” I get up and head out the door. I leave her in the room to sleep.
Chapter 14
Sam
A few hours later…
I wake up from what was probably the worst sleep ever. My shoulder is killing me and my body is so sore. It feels like my body was run through the spin cycle on a washing machine.
Winger left me in the room to sleep a few hours ago. I can’t help but think about this inheritance that I have somewhere and the fact that Winger called me his. I didn’t correct him when he said it because it felt right.
I get up to use the restroom and take a look at myself in the mirror. I look like hell. When I walk back to the room, Winger is on the bed.
“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in,” I say, walking
towards the bed to check my phone.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“I feel fine, just a little sore, nothing out of the ordinary considering what happened,” I say and sit on the bed next to him. My gunshot was a flesh wound and luckily it didn’t hit anything major.
“Would you like to have something to eat? They have a whole spread out there.”
“I don’t really feel like being seen right now. I can eat later.” Right at that moment, my stomach rumbles.
“I brought you some food just in case you weren’t up to it.” He walks to the night stand and gives me a plate wrapped in foil.
“Thank you.” I remove the foil. Oh my gosh, he brought me some cinnamon rolls, eggs and bacon. I can only guess this cinnamon roll is Liz’s. I can’t help but make a moaning noise.
“I knew you would like it. I’d pay to watch you eat a cinnamon roll again. Liz made those for you.” He watches me while I eat.
“This is amazing. Thank you, Winger.” I lean forwards and give him a kiss on the cheek.
“You’re welcome hun, anything you want just let me know.”
“Do you want anything?” I offer him some of my food.
“Nah, I’m good. I stuffed my face earlier. You know, Delta was asking for you. He wanted to know if you were up to seeing him.”
“That would be okay, later though.” I wouldn’t mind seeing him, he gives me some peace, kinda like my trainer back home. Winger grabs my empty plate and hands me a water bottle. “Thank you. You don’t have to take care of me like this, you know. I know you’re not into this whole thing.”
“I want to. I want to make sure you don’t need anything and if you do, I want you to ask,” he says to me seriously.
“Okay.” We sit in silence for a little. “Do you think I can talk to Rock for a little bit? I want to ask him something.” He looks at me kind of hurt.
“Yeah, let me give him a ring.” He gets on his phone and calls Rock. A few minutes later there is a knock at the door.
“Come in!” I call out and in walks Rock.
“Hey Sam, Winger said you wanted to talk?” He heads towards the chair in the corner.
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