by Erin Trejo
“Why haven’t you reached out then? You knew we’d come.” Micah’s statement throws him off a little.
“What the fuck would I look like callin’ in to you guys? We’re makin’ our own moves with the Rangers.” He’s too proud to ask for help. We all get that way.
The club life is a hard one. You need alliances. You need backup but you don’t want to ask for it out of fear of looking weak. We never fucking look weak, though.
“Goddamn it!” Micah roars. Yeah, my thoughts exactly.
Chapter 11
Shannon
I sit in the back of the room with my sweatshirt pulled tightly around myself. I can’t even look at Tyler. I feel like a fool. Bash made me look like a fool.
I watch the clock tick, and pray to God this day will just be over. There’s a fight tonight that I can’t wait to watch. Some of Dax’s fighters are really good.
Not bad to look at either.
When the bell sounds, I rise from my chair quickly. I hear my name being called but I can’t hear much more. I turn slightly and see Tyler standing with a bunch of other girls. It should bother me, and to a point it does.
They whisper as I grab my bag. Tyler’s face pales before I turn and walk away. Whatever the hell that’s about, I don’t want any part of it. I head out the door and into the cool air. The day has been one from hell if you ask me.
“Hey!” I hear Danna yell behind me. I stop and smile over my shoulder at her.
“Hey. How was class?” I ask with a slight shake to my voice. Before she can answer I hear Tyler yelling, “Is it true?” His voice is loud and full of anger. I turn to look at him.
“Is what true?” I ask, not sure what he’s talking about.
“You’re pregnant with some piece of shit biker’s kid?” he asks, the disgust clear on his face.
“You don’t have to answer him.” Danna pulls my arm but Tyler grabs the other one. He yanks me roughly, until I look up at him. “You’re hurting me,” I tell him. His face wavers for only a second.
“Are you pregnant?” he asks again. I take a deep breath, knowing this day would come at some point. It isn’t like I can hide it for much longer.
“Yes. It was a mistake. It just happened one night. I’m sorry Tyler.” He releases my arm and steps away from me. My heart rips in half.
“You’re sorry? You never told me you were with someone. I was trying here, Shannon. It was that guy from the gym, wasn’t it?” He grits his teeth. Why does shit always happen to me?
“We aren’t together... but yes, it was him.” Tyler’s mouth hangs open.
“Isn’t that like, child abuse! He has to be in his thirties! What the hell is going on in your head!” he screams, drawing attention.
“It was one night. We were both drunk. It never happened again, Tyler, I swear.” Why the hell am I even doing this with him? I don’t want him, do I?
No, I just like the idea of someone wanting me for me. Someone liking me for who I am. And now I’ve ruined that, too.
“You’re a liar. I can’t do this right now. I have a game tonight. Let me guess, you won’t be there either.” He dismisses me like I’m a piece of trash. I suppose that’s exactly what I am.
Danna tries to pull me into a hug but I push her away.
“I’m fine. I need to go. I’ll text you later.” I rush off in a hurry, not wanting her fucking pity. I don’t need it.
In fact, I don’t need any of this shit.
I’m stronger than that.
Or so I thought.
Chapter 12
Sebastian
The door flies open as I look up expecting to see the guys, not her.
She runs through the main room and up the stairs. I didn’t miss the tears in her eyes either. She was holding her books to her chest trying to avoid anyone that might have been here but I saw it.
I toss back a couple more shots. I should go to her. I should make sure she’s ok. No, I should sit the fuck right here where I am and leave that girl alone just like I planned on doing.
The thought of her up there crying alone shreds my chest. It doesn’t feel right. I know I’m a real piece of shit but am I really going to leave her up there feeling like that when no one else is here?
“Fuck!” I grumble before tossing back my last shot. The guys all went to the gym to help Dax’s fighter get ready for tonight, but I didn’t feel like hanging around them all so I hung back. Not sure that was my wisest choice.
I shove off the stool and climb the stairs. I can hear the cries from all the way down the fucking hallway. I stop and close my eyes. I take a deep breath and pray to fucking God that I’m making the right call here. It’s not that I don’t care about her, it’s just that I know who I am. I know who she is. We’re not the same kind of people. She’s young. She’s innocent, and I’m the fucking devil.
I push the door open to her room and step inside but I don’t see her. I hear her though, and it fucking kills a piece of me. I close the door softly behind me before moving toward the bathroom. There she is. Curled into herself on the tile floor.
“Shan,” I say softly, trying not to startle her.
“Go away.” Fuck! I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to comfort someone.
I drop onto the floor and lie down, mimicking her. She doesn’t look up at me but somehow, I feel like it’s helping. Maybe it’s just me.
“No one wants me,” she says, her eyes puffy from crying.
“This about pretty boy?”
Shannon huffs before she says, “No. Not really. It’s about me.”
We lie here in an awkward silence. I don’t know what to do for her.
“You wanna talk about it?” I finally ask. Her eyes finally come to mine. There’s pain and anger mixed together, and that’s a deadly combination in my book.
“To who?” Smart girl.
“I was just askin’, Shan.” Her eyes soften a little before she shakes her head.
“I just want to be alone. Just... please leave me alone.” I don’t want to do that. Not when she’s like this.
I know that look. It’s never a good feeling to have.
“Mind if I stay? I won’t talk.” She sighs before she closes her eyes again.
She never answered me so I don’t move. I just watch her lying there on the fucking tile floor in a complete mess. A mess that I was partially responsible for creating.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” The sobs come back and harder than before.
I’m such a fuck up!
I shove off the floor and head toward the door when it opens. I come eye to eye with Link.
“What the hell are you doin’?” he asks me.
“She came in cryin’. I don’t know... she needs you Link.” I start to step around him but he doesn’t let me.
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a bag of Twizzlers and passes them to me. I look at him funny when he says, “Her favorite.”
Chapter 13
Shannon
I often wonder what it would be like if I wasn’t here. If I wasn’t in this world anymore. Would anyone truly miss me?
I close my eyes tightly and try to control the sobs that shake my weakening body. Bash walked out but I can see his boots in the doorway. He didn’t leave. I hear him sigh before he drops back onto the floor in front of me. He doesn’t lie down this time, he leans against the tub. One of his long legs is stretched out in front of him the other bent at the knee.
“I’ve never ate these things,” he says when I hear the wrapper of something being opened. I glance up and see him sitting there with a Twizzler hanging from his lips.
“They’re the best,” I say with a half-smile. Something about them has always settled me. I know it’s stupid. It’s just a piece of candy, but I’ve always ate them since I was little.
He holds the package out to me to take one. I sit up and push myself against the tub next to him and grab one from the bag.
“They ain’t too bad.” He grabs anoth
er one and sticks the end in his mouth. “Wanna tell me what happened?” he asks calmly this time. I’ve never heard him this calm. Not since before I told him I was pregnant.
Before that, this is how we’d talk. He was there for me. He listened and didn’t judge.
“Tyler found out I was pregnant. He doesn’t want me around anymore.” Another fuck up on my part. I let that shit happen. I should have taken better care of myself and not had sex with Bash.
“He’s a prick anyway,” he says chewing on the end of his twizzler.
“He saw me, though. Saw me for who I was. Not who I’ve become.” I don’t look at him but I can feel his eyes on me.
“You’ve not changed, Shan. You lived through hell. I.... Fuck! I pushed you back into it. I can’t fix that. I don’t fuckin’ know how.” I risk the glance at him. His eyes are so sincere.
“Me either. I know I hate it, though. I hate that I feel like I’m nothing. I hate that I hate myself. I hate this new me.” His eyes move from mine to my lips. God, why does he do this to me.
He watches my mouth as I chew the last of my candy before his hand flies to my neck. He pulls me toward him, his breath hot and heavy.
“Never hate yourself. You’re beautiful. You’re strong. You have been through things most people would have crumbled and fell from but you didn’t. You stood up and straightened your spine. You took it all with grace and beauty. Don’t you ever fuckin’ hate yourself,” he says, his tone angry. Angry. That’s a new one.
Neither one of us move. Neither one of us knows what to say. Instead, we watch each other. His hand slides a little further to the back of my neck, tingles skate over my skin.
“Against my better judgment, I’m gonna kiss you right now,” he warns me. My breath catches in my throat.
Bash leans into me, his lips barely touching mine. The softness of him has me kissing him back. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, sliding so deliciously against mine. In the matter of seconds, Bash has me lying on the floor beneath him. He grinds against my pussy, his dick as hard as ever. I moan into his mouth, raising my hips to meet his. I want that friction. I want that warmth that floods my body.
He keeps moving against me until I can’t breathe without having him inside of me. I reach around his back and pull him closer. That earns me a growl. A growl that vibrated my whole body.
Chapter 14
Sebastian
Stop this now, Sebastian. Stop now while you still can. You’re leading her straight into hell again.
That voice in the back of my head tells me to stop. It tells me to do the right thing and leave her alone.
My body isn’t saying the same thing, though. I guess that motherfucker missed the memo. Her nails dig into my back, even through my shirt. The way she raises her hips to get closer to me, I almost fucking blow in my jeans.
I pull away from that sexy mouth of hers and yank my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor before my mouth is back to covering hers. The taste of her is so fucking erotic. Shannon reaches between us, working the buckle of my jeans before I pull away again. I sit up and let her do what she wants. The lust dancing in those dark eyes rips me apart.
Once she has my jeans undone, I quickly slide them off. Shannon has her own off before I ever get close to her. I look at her naked pussy lying in front of me. So fucking beautiful, and yet I can’t keep it. So, why the fuck are you doing this Bash? That voice asks me. I don’t have a fucking answer aside from I’m a greedy bastard.
I reach for her belt that lies on the floor near her head. I wrap it around her wrists then around the leg of her shelf, securing her in place. Her eyes are wide but she licks her lips. Fuck, those lips. I move down and push her shirt up over her tits. I lean my head in and suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing it through the lacey fabric of her bra. Shannon moans and arches her back with every flick of my tongue.
I kiss between her tits before sucking the soft skin into my mouth. I suck harder and harder until I know she will have my marks on her. I bite down at the last minute just so she remembers that I was here. I was in this body. I was inside of her. Shannon cries out my name and it’s like a song bird. It’s perfect in every fucking way.
I grab my dick and reposition myself before shoving into her. I don’t give her a chance to respond. I don’t need to. I take what I want. Shannon tugs at the belt but she isn’t going anywhere. I lean down and suck the skin of her neck into my mouth, further marking her. Her pussy clenches each time I suck.
I groan against her mouth, plunging roughly into her. I want her to remember who the fuck was in this pussy. I want her to walk and feel the pain that I fucking inflicted on her.
I push up, and spread her legs wider. I fuck her until I can’t get any deeper inside of her before I reach down with one hand and play with her clit. I’ve never felt one so fucking hard, and ready to be taken. I twirl my figure around it as Shannon screams, “Bash! Oh God, don’t stop!” Like that was an option.
I ram into her, bottoming out and loving the way it feels. I know it causes her some sort of pain and I love it. It makes me that much harder. I move my hand from her clit before I lean forward and grind against her.
“Oh God! Bash!” she screams as her pussy clenches. Her body spasms and jerks me in further. I let my release go, filling her with so much of me it will run out of her for days. The tighter she clenches, the more I release.
“Fuck. Shan, baby,” I grunt as my dick aches from the feelings.
I few more rough spurts and I slowly pull out of her. Shannon lies there, spent from that orgasm. I want to smile. I want to bang my fist on my chest like a fucking caveman, but I don’t. I reach up and release her wrists from the binds that held her in place. I should leave....
Instead, I look at her chest and neck where I marked her. It fucking turns me on seeing that. She’s breathless when she pushes up on her elbows, sweat dripping down her temples. She stares at me while I watch her.
“This changes nothing.” Her words are like a fucking slap to the face. There’s a goddamn sting that I didn’t expect to feel.
Chapter 15
Shannon
Bash sat there staring at me for the longest time, but he didn’t say anything. I don’t know what he thought was happening between us but I needed that. I needed to feel that someone or something still wanted me. I suppose Bash’s dick wasn’t the best way to go about it.
I showered and got dressed before applying makeup to the hickey he left on my neck. I must say that I have become the master of hiding those things. Once I think I look presentable, I head out of my room and down the stairs.
The guys are all back and sitting at the bar. My eyes find Link’s as he watches me. I give him a smile before he crooks his finger at me. I walk over and he pulls me into his arms.
“Everything ok?” he whispers in my ear.
“Nothing’s ever ok for me, Link. It’s just something I have to learn to live with.” He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. I know he’s the one that told Bash about the Twizzlers, so I know he knew he was in my room. That doesn’t mean anything.
“I just thought that...” I shake my head.
“It’s nothing. Just like always.” He sighs before kissing my cheek.
I lie my head on his shoulder when my uncle comes bounding out of his office.
“We ready for tonight?” he hollers getting everyone excited. I look over at Dax’s fighter, and the smile on his face is priceless.
Mack isn’t much older than me. He’s well-built, and knows what he’s doing in the ring. I’ve watched him practice a few times. He’s good.
“Don’t go gettin’ all hopped up on that one.” Link tickles my sides making me laugh.
“Not my type,” I say with a smile before lying my head back on his shoulder.
“We’ve got security covered. We got the party after, covered. Tonight, we take a break and breathe. Tomorrow is another day.” My uncle Bomber winks at me. I give him a smile before he says, “Let’s go
win this shit!”
Link moves to stand, making me move from my spot on his shoulder. I stand up and adjust my shirt.
“You ridin’ with me, darlin’?” Link wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Is that an offer?”
“As long as it’s one you can’t refuse.” He grins from ear to ear.
“Then I suppose I’m riding on your bike tonight. You better make it good, too.” Link grabs me around the waist and pulls me against his hard body. I can feel the burn at my back. I know Bash is back there. I don’t care, though. I don’t have those feelings for Link. He’s a great person that deserves a lot more than I could ever give him, but he’s also my best friend.
“I think I might like being on the back of your bike,” I grin up at Link.
He looks down at me, his eyes sparkling.
“Oh, you do? Don’t get too used to it. One day, I’m gonna have an old lady back there. We’ll have to get you a side car.” Link grins as I burst into laughter.
“I can see it now!” He laughs with me until I feel that heat at my back.
“You think you should be ridin’ on a bike? Bein’ pregnant?” Bash’s voice is really getting on my nerves. For someone that doesn’t want this baby—he sure is worried about it.
“Link’s a good driver. I think we’ll be fine.” I try to walk around Link, but Bash’s hand grabs onto my waist.
He and Link share a look before Link grins down at me, “Meet you outside.” Oh, no he didn’t... that traitor.
“Take your hands off me,” I grunt but he doesn’t release me. However, he does move closer.
“I don’t like you on his bike. You don’t belong there.” His breath tickles my skin. Shivers race over me.
“Where do I belong? On yours?” I ask, knowing the answer to that.