Wrath (Heartlands Motorcyle Club Book 7)

by Dani Wyatt

  A little dry hump against the bar wall never hurt anyone.

  I think that’s a bible verse.

  At least it is in my bible.

  13 | Kristina

  The wind is whipping my hair around my neck, and the helmet is surely making short work of destroying my twisted updo Jillian spent an hour on this morning as she helped me dress for my wedding.

  My wedding.

  I still am having a hard time grasping that this is all real.

  Wrath has one hand steering the bike while his other is wrapped around my calf, slowly caressing it as my white dress sits high on my thighs, flapping behind me in the wind.

  The ceremony was everything I’d ever wanted and nothing like what I thought I’ve ever want.

  We’re heading down the 403 and the day started out stormy but about an hour before the ceremony, the clouds parted and the sun came out with the perfect breeze coming from the east. I can still smell the white roses that were in my bouquet as I wrap my arms around Wrath, holding him tighter as I lay my cheek on his shoulder, smelling his spicy scent mixed with the leather from his vest.

  I’m a little tipsy from the champagne we had at the Ride or Die for our reception. It was wonderful. All the club members, some of their friends and family all came to celebrate with us. I could barely keep track of all their names, but they took me in, as well as my father and Jillian, like we were family.

  Wrath didn’t drink because he knew he would be taking me on his bike after the party and I’ve never known this sort of safe, nurtured feeling before. He’s rough with me, and I like that as well, but the way he seems to always be two steps ahead of any danger or misstep doesn’t make me feel oppressed—instead, I feel precious.

  And what girl doesn’t want to feel precious?

  We ride for a while, the shops and gas stations on the side of the highway turn to oaks and pines and corn fields and I wonder where we're headed.

  Wrath finally takes an exit toward Remington, an upscale suburb outside of Scottsdale. A few minutes later we pull into the Bellington Estates Assisted living and Memory Care facility, where he parks the bike and helps me off the back.

  “This is a strange place for a wedding night.” I smile as he takes off the helmet he makes me wear, even though he doesn’t wear one himself. I’m going to work on that, because now that I’ve found him, I want as many years as I can with him.

  “Yeah. Little role play. We're in the home together is one of my kinks.” He sniffs and smacks me on the rear before he grabs my hand and we start to walk toward the front entry.

  There’s vines and stunning landscaping all around the building, which looks like a stone and stucco mansion. As we approach, there’s even a doorman who opens the glass door and nods at Wrath.

  “Good to see you again, Mr. Phillips. Seems you’re having a special day.” He’s about two inches shorter than me, with a kind, round face and a midsection to match, dressed in burgundy blazer and black trousers, and a striped tie with a perfect triangle knot at his throat.

  “Good to see you too, Mel. It is a special day.” Wrath squeezes my fingers as we walk inside.

  My eyes take in the interior. A crystal chandelier hangs from a two story entry, which leads to what looks like an enormous living room with sofas in velvet and floral damask, while a gas fireplace made from the same stone and stucco as outside flickers against the far wall.

  People are milling about, fresh flowers in a bouquet three feet tall sit on the top of a black grand piano, which is playing on its own as we approach an ornate carved wooden desk with a pleasant, well put together woman sitting behind it wearing the same burgundy blazer as the doorman, only hers is paired with a black skirt and a white silk blouse underneath.

  “Good day Mr. Phillips.” She looks at me and smiles. “And, can I assume, this is the brand-new Mrs. Phillips?”

  Wrath nods. “That’s the deal. Where is she?” He asks, and I’m still not sure what’s going on but my confusion is mixed with awe at the beauty and warmth of this place.

  The woman at the desk taps on a keyboard, looking at a computer monitor, then back at Wrath. “She’s in the conservatory. Just finished her afternoon walk.”

  “Thanks.” With that we are walking down a couple other hallways, passing a dining room that looks like it could be from any five star restaurant as staff nod and greet us, everyone smiling at me because I’m sure it’s not every day a biker in his leather and a bow tie and a woman in a white wedding dress are walking the halls here.

  We come to a set of double metal doors with a keypad on the side, and Wrath punches in a number making the doors buzz and open.

  On the other side, things look exactly the same at the rest of the building, but when the door clicks shut behind us, I’m putting together we are in a more secure part of the facility.

  “What are we doing?” I lean in and whisper, but Wrath just keeps walking.

  We move through another set of doors into a glass greenhouse sort of room that is filled with green plants and even a little pond with a trickling waterfall, and I hear birds chirping from above.

  Another smiling woman approaches. “She’s right over there,” she says to Wrath, then gives me a smile and a quick hello as we head in the direction she pointed.

  Sitting on a bench is a tiny woman, with perfectly styled white hair, looking like a miniature version of Helen Mirren, with immaculate make up and even low red pumps matched with white slacks and a red silk blouse.

  Wrath pulls me forward until he sets his hand on the woman’s shoulder and waits for her to look up at him.

  “Hello?” She looks pleasantly confused looking at us both.

  “Hi. Do you know who I am?” Wrath asks, and she stares at him, pondering, and then shakes her head.

  “No. But you look nice enough. Would you like to sit?” She pats the bench next to her.

  “No, but my wife would.”

  She smiles, looking at me. “Sit, my dear. You look so beautiful. I remember my wedding day. I got married in Savanna. On the water. My husband is away. He’s in the Navy, but he’ll be back soon. He writes to me every day.”

  I reach over and put my hand on hers. “I’m sure he will. I know he loves you very much.”

  “Yes. He does. I miss him so.” She looks wistfully around the place, her face changing like she’s suddenly remembering something, then she gets a blank look and I glance at Wrath, who gives me a patient smile.

  “Mom.” He says, crouching down in front of her, and her eyes drift back to him and then she sits up straight, a smile brimming on her red lips as she claps her hands together, her perfectly manicured red nails on the tips of crooked fingers.

  “Henry!”

  From there it’s like another entire celebration. Wrath’s father was in the Navy and when he returned, Wrath was conceived that same night from the story Irene told me.

  We held hands and she treated me like I’d been her daughter forever. She cried happy tears, saying she’d dreamed Henry would find a nice girl and settle down someday. She worries about him so, he’s always found his own way, and she ended our visit saying she could die happy, knowing her son had found the kind of love she and her husband had.

  Wrath was quiet as we left. Mounting us back on the bike and heading into downtown Remington where there are hotels and high-end shops. We passed Chanel, Jimmy Choo and then pulled into the The Regency, roaring into the parking lot and raising eyebrows all around.

  Wrath marches us inside, where the marble floors gleam and a fountain nearly ten feet tall sprays water up before it falls down into an enormous koi pond, sprinkled with silver and copper coins thrown in as many a wish was made.

  “Can I help you?” A surly old white fart greets us at the reception desk, giving Wrath the stink eye and me not much better.

  That is not the way to start things off with Wrath.

  “Checking in.”

  “We don’t take walk in’s.” He replies, sounding bored and irritated. �
��Reservations are required and we do not have any open rooms.”

  Wrath turns to me and I give him a sympathetic smile, knowing he was trying to do something special for us but our wedding was so last minute I know he didn’t have time to make arrangements.

  “It’s okay.” I grab his arm and give it a squeeze. “We can find somewhere else.”

  He leans down, kisses me hard, then reaches in his back pocket, pulls me next to him then slams his palm down on the marble counter, making the guy jump and the lobby goes quiet.

  “Reservation for Henry Phillips.” He lifts his hand up. “This should cover it?” Laying on the counter is a neat stack of hundred-dollar bills, still wrapped in the bank wrapping with $5,000 printed on the white paper that holds the bills together. “You wanna start tapping on that keyboard? Or you want me to come behind there and do it for you?”

  “Yes...” The man flusters and taps, then takes a deep breath and looks at me with a tight smile then back to Wrath. “Yes, Mrs. Phillips. Everything is ready. Two keys?”

  Wrath nods. “Yep.”

  From there, we are directed to a private elevator with all eyes on us as we walk through the lobby and disappear behind the brass doors.

  “Ready to start your life with me?” Wrath turns to me, pushes the button to stop the elevator, and I wonder what he’s doing.

  “Of course.” I hold up my hand with the engagement and wedding band on my ring finger. “I thought we sort of agreed to that already.”

  “Yeah, we did. But, you see how things are? I’m me.” He pinches his vest where it’s hanging open and pulls it apart a few inches, then lets it go. “You see how that guy acted? I’m not going to change. You’re going to have to realize, I’ll take care of us, I’ll be the husband you need and the father our children deserve, but society isn’t going to look at me that way. I’m always going to be on the outside of a lot of things. Looked down at by a lot of people.”

  “Do you care about those people? About those things?”

  He screws up his face, shaking his head. “Fuck no. If I have you, I have my family, Heartlands and otherwise. All I need.”

  “Then let’s get started.” I move forward, pressing myself against him, running my hands down his chest and letting one go lower until I feel the steel length of his cock on my palm and give it a squeeze. “Looks like someone is getting started without us.”

  “Yeah, that motherfucker’s been out of his fucking mind for a year. Since the first day I saw you I lost all control of little Henry.”

  I burst out with a laugh. “Little Henry!” I giggle as he reaches over and punches the button and the elevator ascends again. “He ain’t that little.”

  Wrath nods. “Yeah.”

  The doors open into a private suite that looks like a penthouse on Park Avenue.

  I yelp as Wrath scoops up, sweeping me off my feet and carries me through the posh space into a massive bedroom and throws me on the bed, flipping my dress up and over my face as I giggle, and his hands pull me to the edge of the bed so my ass is almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.

  I hear his belt buckle and I’m immediately soaking wet, knowing what’s about to happen. His mouth is on me in the next second, licking and sucking on my clit until I’m gushing and the tension in my belly is ready to burst.

  He leaves me like that, panting, with my dress still over my face as I feel the tip of his incredible cock lining up with my opening.

  I hold my breath as he slams into me, then he reaches up and pulls the white fabric from my face, his hand moving to grip my throat as I’ve come to love so much and squeezes.

  “You belong to me.” He grunts as he starts to fuck into me so hard his body is slapping our skin together, and each thrust drives the air from my lungs. “Always. Forever. Mine.”

  The rest of the night and into the next morning, between a few naps, Wrath does things to me that have me wondering if we have died and this is heaven. But, from the way he talks to me, the bruises and marks on my body, maybe it’s hell.

  No matter. Heaven or hell. I’ll take it. As long as we are together.

  Forever.

  14 | Wrath

  Epilogue

  Ten years later

  I LOOK AROUND THE ROOM at the destruction.

  Ten years ago, I never could have imagined five kids could destroy a place better than two MC clubs fighting it out in a bar.

  One of the end tables is turned over. Wrapping paper, ribbon, toys, clothes, blankets, pillows, breakfast dishes, and spilled orange juice are only the beginning.

  But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Kristina is asleep on the sofa. Our youngest, Madeline, is just three months old, and she’s sleeping on her chest after having her first Christmas.

  The faint voices of our other four kids come from down the hall where Grandpa Leonard took them to play with their new toys and watch a movie in the playroom, so Kristina could rest and I could get a handle on the disaster Christmas morning always seems to create.

  Our lives have only gotten better.

  There’s a little gray in my hair and my beard, but Kristina only gets more beautiful every fucking day.

  The babies have only added to her curves, and with each birth, her body only drives me to want her more. If I could fuck twenty babies into her I would, but after this last one, where she had to spend the last few months on bedrest, we decided that’s enough.

  Madeline was born by emergency c-section because Kristina’s blood pressure went through the roof and the doctors moved quickly, or I would have lost both of them.

  That is totally unacceptable, and just the thought drove me almost insane. I ran around the hospital, swearing and threatening everyone, acting like a lunatic.

  It was uncalled for, but my temper seems to only explode these days when it comes to my family. And when it does, everyone better get the fuck out of the way or they’re going to get blasted.

  I apologized after everything was okay, but in the moment, all I see is red.

  My lust and need for my wife seems to only increase with the years. We’ve had to become creative with the kids around, but if we are in the same space, we’re on each other in one way or another two or three times a day. I got a nice Christmas morning cock sucking as I woke up this morning, and I gave Kristina a nice Christmas morning red ass before I fucked her until she was singing “Have a holly jolly Christmas...”

  Leonard is here with his husband, Matthew. After all the dust settled with junior, and the sheriff got to the bottom of all his shit, Leonard took a leave from his position at the church.

  He came out to Kristina, who had zero issues with who he was and who he loved, but his guilt had been eating him up most of his life.

  Turns out, her mother knew about his orientation for years, but they decided to stay married and love each other in the way they could. She was his support and his best friend, and in the end, he didn’t want to give that up or disgrace his family and the church.

  That changed after he took some time and Kristina and I both told him the disgrace is that he felt so much guilt that he couldn’t live his authentic life. After some time, he stepped down permanently from the church, without any drama, and he got his pension and the financial benefits that he’d earned through his years of work and service. He and James have been together ever since.

  They’ve been good for each other. Both of them suffered in their own ways, trying to be something they weren’t, and watching them grow and settle into the lives they deserve has been good for us and for our kids.

  They got married as soon as it was legal and have four rescue dogs as their children which are right now running around our back-yard, barking and adding to the joyous chaos. We still live here on the lake. We’ve added onto the house and renovated.

  Kristina didn’t go back for her masters, but does work for The Riley Foundation as a bioengineer. Since our third child was born, Henry Jr., she’s stepped away from a lot of her duties and mainl
y consults on certain projects now, working from home for the most part.

  We still run with the club. I’ve invested in real estate and own a few gas stations in Seneca and surrounding areas. I just sort of fell into it but all in all it’s provided us with the life we want and I give my wife and my kids whatever they want.

  Jillian will be here later with her parents, who are sort of step-grandparents to our kids since my mom passed away four years ago, so there’s no grandparents for them on my side.

  Jillian now has her masters and a Phd and started a philanthropic organization which is funded by some big money and is advancing education and healthcare for minority populations, as well as a whole shit ton of other stuff I can’t even keep up with.

  I’m still Chaplain at the club, and we hold services with Leonard as a guest preacher now and then.

  Junior went to jail but I never kept much track of the details.

  I still love my wife’s pained toenails. Especially when I paint them.

  I’m proud of my life. My leather. My legacy.

  I don’t think I knew who I was until that day when I saw Kristina in that white dress with that pink bow in her hair. We shouldn’t be together. We shouldn’t make each other happy.

  Not from outward appearances, but we do. And we will.

  As long as we both shall live.

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