Chapter 25
Bianca
Present Day.
The flowers that appeared on my doorstep had a little card attached to them. The sinking feeling in my gut felt like a bunch of stinging bees.
I pulled open the lilac colored envelope, and pinched the matching card between my two fingers and tugged it out.
You’re mine. I’ll be seeing you soon, love.
My fingers shook as I read it again. They were defiantly not from Ryan. The man didn’t have a romantic or creepy bone in his body.
Last night I thought I had made things pretty clear. Yeah, you’re a bitch who dumps someone through text. I flinched at the thought.
Picking up the flowers I debated whether I should keep them. Toss the fuckers. As soon as I lifted them up to do just that, a motorcycle came rumbling up the driveway.
I froze like a statue. I was motionless and slightly bent over holding a vase of red roses. Ryan’s dark glare had me swallowing.
“Bianca,” he growled.
“Ryan, “I squeaked.
“Did fuck face send them?” he asked me harshly.
“Um…” I found myself at a loss for words.
“Yes or no baby doll,” he demanded.
“Yes,” I squeaked again.
There was something different in the way Ryan was looking at me. The closer he got, the more nervous I became.
“Leave them,” he tells me.
I opened and closed my mouth. But ultimately set the flowers back on the porch. I didn’t really want them anyways. Taking a deep breath, I straightened and faced Ryan full on.
His hand latched onto mine pulling me in close. My heart stuttered painfully in my chest, my lungs seized, and my lips turned dry.
“We need to talk,” I tell him quickly.
It was now or never. I needed to tell Ryan about the baby, so he could run off and leave me alone. Ryan being this close and acting so hungry for me was terrifying.
“Yes, we do,” He tells me with a calculating smile.
Would that smile turn to disgust when I confessed my secret?
I swallowed hard, not sure that I wanted to do this. Maybe I could fake a yawn and run to bed? What are you eight years old?
I wanted to stick my tongue out at my own thoughts. Dammit, I was acting like a fucking child.
“Yeah, come in,” I tell him while stepping back.
Everything in me rebelled. I wanted to trip Ryan’s smug ass when he gave me a cocky smile and walked past me into the house.
He wouldn’t be smiling if his pretty face bounced off the porch. A small smile spread over my face as I imagined just that.
“Are you coming?” Ryan’s voice echoed out from inside the house in an impatient tone.
“Let’s go into the living room,” I tell him as I brushed past him.
“More private,” he tells me.
My eyes went to his hand that stopped me from walking into the other room. His grip tightened, but not painfully tight.
“No,” I hissed at him. There was no fucking way I was going to go into a closed room with this man, let alone a room with a bed.
“Don’t fight me, Bianca,” he demanded.
“Fuck you, Ryan,” I growled.
“We have shit to discuss,” he tells me.
“How does it feel to want something for a change? Does it chap your ass that I’m not running for the stairs to please you?” I snapped at him.
“What the fuck has gotten into you,” he sounded angry. Huh, he had no idea what anger was, but I was about to show his sorry ass.
“You got into me! You literally got inside of me and then walked the fuck away. But nothing with you is simple, Ryan. You are literally the horrible gift that keeps on giving!” I shouted.
“What the fuck are you talking about?!” he shouted back.
“I’m talking about you fucking me. Sticking that big cock in my virgin pussy and leaving a present,” I snarled and hissed like a fucking wet cat.
This was not how I thought this would go, not even close. If I wasn’t so emotional, so stuck on the anger, I would have thought Ryan’s wide eyes and pale face humorous.
“I would remember that,” his voice was low almost a whisper.
“Apparently not fuck nut! Because guess what, you treated me like a hooker. You forgot to pay, and now, I’m carrying around a little you!” I tell him harshly.
If I hissed anymore, I might end up with a forked tongue. This was insane. What the fuck happened to me? Was it really him or was it him and the creepy shit I found on my porch?
Shit! Definitely a combination of the two. Life was a swirling pit of vileness.
“Talk to me,” he said gently.
He was a smart man and changed his tactics and hell if it wasn’t working. My shoulders loosened, but only slightly.
“I’m pregnant,” I tell him tearfully.
“You’re pregnant, and it’s mine?” he asked.
Had to hand it to him. He wasn’t screaming, puking, or running for the hills. Yet.
“Yes,” I tell him as I slumped a little.
A large breath released. It was something I hadn’t noticed that I did while waiting for Ryan to open his mouth. Apparently, I had been holding my breath.
“Okay,” he said with a shrug.
A fucking shrug. What. The. Fuck.
Chapter 26
Ryan
Present Day.
I came here to claim her. This was easier than I thought it would be. I thought she would fight me and maybe even try to take a few chunks out of my hide. Instead, she’s pregnant with my kid.
“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice turned into a panic.
“The fuck you can’t,” I tell her.
“Ryan, you don’t want this. You never have,” she looked at me with desperation in her eyes.
Reaching for her, I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to me.
“I’ve wanted this, I’ve actually wanted you since I first laid eyes on you baby doll,” I tell her as I leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“No,” she said, her tone indicating shock.
“Yeah, baby,” I tell her.
“How did you not know how bad I wanted you, Ryan?” she asked.
“I knew baby, but I couldn’t act on it. Seeing you with that fucker was hard, but when I saw you happy, I couldn’t let him, or anyone take that smile, darlin’,” I tell her.
Her arms circled my waist as she stepped closer molding her body into mine. Her lips pressed against my vice president patch on my leather cut.
“What about now? Nothing has changed,” she said with a sigh.
“Everything’s changed baby doll. You’re mine, and I won’t be letting you go,” I tell her, tightening my hold on her neck and drawing her closer.
“Are you mine?” she asked.
“Babydoll…” I start.
“I can’t be yours and let you be with others, Ryan,” she tells me firmly.
“I’m yours, although, I like the little hint of jealousy, baby. Makes me fucking hard enough to break concrete,” I tell her huskily.
Her little moan had my cock jerking against my zipper.
“Go over to the couch, lean down and put both hands on the back of the couch. Then, kick those legs as far apart as you can,” I growled before releasing Bianca.
I watched as she sashayed over to the couch. Her little, silky shorts started sinking lower with each step.
“Clothes off, baby,” I growled out hungrily.
Fuck, this wasn’t going to last long. Jerking on the button of my jeans, I shoved them down. Palming my cock and giving it a few short, hard strokes.
“Wider,” I growled at her.
I listened as her breath hitched and she immediately complied.
Stepping closer, I lined my cock up to her dripping hole. Her moist heat bathed my cock. Gripping it tightly, I shifted my hips and watched it disappear an inch inside her tight wet pussy.
> The hand that held my dick went into her hair. The silky strands were a great way to gain some leverage. Making a fist, I pulled until her head was back.
“Fucking beautiful baby doll,” I tell her as I slammed home in one deep hard pump of my hips.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned loudly.
Pulling back, I pumped into her again watching as her ass shook with each return thrust. Soon I was slamming home harder and harder.
Wet clenching sounds were accompanied when our flesh hit each other, and it filled the room.
“So, fucking tight, baby,” I told her through clenched teeth.
Fuck, I had no idea how long I was going to last. It’s been months since I let someone, other than myself, touch my cock.
I think I knew deep down that I touched her and that no one else would do.
“Harder,” she begged.
Releasing her hair, I grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed into her harder and harder. I fucking knew there would be finger-shaped bruises on her beautiful skin later.
The moment her pussy clamped down on mine in fluttery little caresses, I let go. My balls were drawn up so tight they were like rocks.
“Fuck, baby doll so good,” I moaned into her hair as I pressed my lips into the back of her head.
“Oh, god, I can’t feel my body,” she whispered.
Laughing would probably get me shot, so instead, I picked her up and carried her upstairs into her room. After a little rest, I knew I was going to need her again and again and again.
Chapter 27
Bianca
Present Day.
The gifts kept coming and a few photos had been added into the mix. One photo in particular made me shudder. I was walking into my obgyn with Ryan.
Tears filled my eyes as I took in the colorful image. He was getting bolder. Alanna told me if I didn’t tell Ryan then she was telling Reyes.
But how did I tell them about my stupid mistakes? That I thought the guy was sweet and friendly? How did I come clean and confess that I had been dating a crazy stalker?
“Baby doll?” Ryan’s voice echoed around the room.
“Here,” I called out shoving the image behind the couch pillow next to me.
His eyes darkened as he looked at me and a concerned look twisted on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded.
This was going to ruin everything. The last two weeks have been absolutely amazing.
“I have something to tell you,” I tell him around the lump lodged in my throat.
“What’s wrong baby doll?” he asked me gently.
I sobbed at his gentle tone and big fat tears spilled from my eyes.
“Thomas. It’s about Thomas,” I tell him through another big body shaking sob.
“What about Thomas?” he demanded.
“He won’t leave me alone,” I tell him as I hiccupped.
Damn pregnancy hormones had me all over the place.
“Explain,” he demanded while rubbing my back in soothing circles.
So, I did. I told him about the text message break up, the flowers with the note, the pictures and the chocolates.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he said darkly.
I should have pleaded for the man’s life. This was partially my fault. But I didn’t ask him to stalk me. The thing that was the scariest of all, he was good at it.
Chapter 28
Ryan
Present Day.
Hunting the fucker down wasn’t as hard as it should have been. Thomas decided to stay close to Bianca. The fact she’d been hiding this over the last few weeks had my gut clenching. She shouldn’t be dealing with this shit.
I thought about Reyes. I thought he would be pissed about my relationship with his sister. He had been so wrapped up in Alanna, he didn’t even notice.
Somewhere in the back of my mind. I had a feeling I was going to be joining this fuck, In the grave he dug. I thought Reyes would kill me. When he finally came around. Instead he told me if I hurt her, he’d cut of my balls and feed them to me. Incentive enough. Not that I needed it.
“I’ll leave her alone,” the man pleaded.
Being pulled from my thoughts. I looked at the man on his knees in front of me. The dirt pit I forced him to dig was nice and deep. I pressed the barrel to his head forcing him to look down further at his creation.
“Should have done that from the beginning,” I tell him casually.
“I love her,” he tried again.
“No, I know all about you, Thomas,” I tell him darkly.
Bianca wasn’t the first to fall victim to this sick fuck. The others weren’t as lucky as her though. What he did to them made my stomach churn.
“I’m sorry man,” he tells me.
He pissed himself hours ago. About halfway through digging his final resting place, he let loose and soaked his pants.
“I really don’t give a shit,” I tell him.
Without a word, I pulled the trigger and watched as his limp body fell into the dirt.
One of the prospects shuffled over and starts filling in the hole. Just like that, Thomas was no more. I could go home tonight and pull Bianca close and tell her she was safe. I would keep the details about the other woman to myself. She didn’t need any more guilt.
Epilogue
Bianca
Five Months Later
I hated hospitals. The place smelled weird. It had this odd smell to it that the chemicals tried to cover up. The plain walls and ugly cloth curtains didn’t distract me from the pain gripping my abdomen.
“I can’t wait anymore, I need to push,” I growled.
“Baby doll the doctor will be in soon,” Ryan tried to placate me.
“Get him the fuck in here now, or I’ll do it without him,” I snarled at him.
I mean really. I was the one being torn apart from the inside out. Pain gripped me again and the need to push almost consumed me.
“Ryan,” I snapped.
He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead. His lips were warm and soft.
“I’m on it, baby doll,” he tells me gently.
My hand wrapped around the metal bar on the bed, and I clenched it tightly in my hand. My knuckles turning white under the strain, and I wanted nothing more than to curl up on my side.
“I heard you were ready to push?” An overly cheerful male voice asked.
“Yes,” I all but shouted at him.
“Let’s check and see how you’re doing,” he said, as he sat down between my legs. If felt like he went on an exploration that had me wanting to kick him in his face.
“Sack is still intact but my dear, you are defiantly at ten centimeters,” he said happily.
The nurses bustled around the room, and two came to my sides and gripped my legs. It was like they were the jaws of life, and I was the car that had some unfortunate victim trapped inside.
I was ready to blast them with my anger and discomfort when I felt this heat below and a gush of wet liquid.
“Perfect, now I want you to push in three, two, one,” he tells me.
As soon as the letter o started to form on his lips, I was bearing down hard. Pain ricochet through me as my insides tried to slide out my vagina.
“Good. again,” the doctor coaxed.
Fuck him. He had no idea what this felt like. I think it would have hurt me less if I was trying to pass a kidney stone instead of a baby. That’s about the only pain a man can compare this too, and honestly, I don’t think it’s even close.
Pushing harder I thought of that little machine you could hook up to people. The machine allowed anyone to experience what childbirth felt like.
My thoughts scrambled as another sharp, stabbing pain tore through me. Was this kid going to split me in two?
“I see the head. Only one or two more pushes,” he tells me.
I had lost count after push number five. I was probably in the twenties now. Grunting, I gave it all I had. Then I felt it. It was a brief mome
nt of relief. I sighed then my eyes watered as this burning sensation took over. I was on fire, and my vagina was burning up.
“Beautiful, a baby girl,” the doctor said as he cleaned me up.
“Soraya,” I whispered.
Ryan looked at me as the nurse brought our daughter closer. The nurse slowly lowered Soraya into my arms. Her beautiful red face, dark fuzzy hair, and deep dark blue eyes had my heart melting.
“She’s perfect,” I tell Ryan as he leaned in closer.
“She’s beautiful,” his tone was filled with awe.
“Here daddy, want to hold her?” I asked him as I lifted her into his outstretched arms.
“What if I break her,” he asked, his tone was full fear.
“You won’t,” I tell him with a small laugh.
God, I was so tired.
“I love you,” he tells me as he leans over and presses his lips against mine.
“I love you, too,” I tell him with an exhausted smile.
“Always?” he asked.
“Always,” I replied.
This right here was everything I ever wanted. Life was absolutely perfect. Sometimes I would wonder what happened to Thomas, and I even asked Ryan once. He told me not to worry about him. That he got what he deserved.
A small part of me wanted to have him elaborate. But I knew some things were meant to be left unspoken. He won’t tell me everything, and there were somethings I was sure I didn’t want to know, and I was okay with that.
Needing Reyes
Grimm Brother’s MC Book 1
Prologue:
Four Months Ago
I’ve spent my life wanting and hating my best friend’s brother, Reyes. The man just got under my skin in more ways than one.
It was like an itch just under the surface, making me feel like a swarm of bees buzzing under my skin. No matter how hard I scratched, the feeling only got worse.
The closer I wanted to get to Reyes, the more he pissed me off. Didn’t he see me? All of those long-legged bimbos were in my way.
I watched as another one of those long-legged bimbos walked down the driveway. She dangled her shoes on her two fingers. Like lifeless little teddy bears.
Her sleepover was cut short, and I’m sure she was disappointed. They always were. Never has anyone stayed past the initial fuck.
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