Page 63 of No Mercy

“Of course,” I agreed. “And we need to keep in touch, Tom. I want an invite to the wedding!” I teased.

“Well, no-now,” he began to stutter. “That’s a long way off but I’ll add your name to the list when the time comes.” He laughed nervously. “Gotta go for now, have a client coming in. Tell Sam I said hi.”

“I will. Bye, Tom.”

“Bye, doll.”

It was the first time I’d hung up with Tom feeling good about our conversation. He’d moved on, and he seemed his happy-go-lucky-self again. From the sound of his voice, he already felt something for Victoria. I hoped things worked out for them.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, nuked it, and then decided to go upstairs. Halfway up it occurred to me that I was alone for the first time since my attack. It felt strange, but kind of invigorating. It was time to take back my life, and I was ready. I’d always prided myself on being strong, but it was hard being strong when everyone around you was watching out for you and handling you with kid gloves.

Today it ended. Sam was away and I needed Rock to reinforce that he loved me. My body had healed. The doctors had said I could resume normal activities, and that included sex. It was time to take matters into my own hands and show that stubborn biker that he could touch me if he wanted to, because I needed it as much as he did. At the top of the stairs I turned and entered the bedroom Rock and I shared, continuing to the bathroom. I took a sip of coffee and set the cup down on the sink counter.

I stripped in front of the mirror, my gaze drawn to every scar that I exposed. Some, the minor ones, looked like faint cat scratches. The doctor said that they would fade away in time. The scar at my upper left side where my spleen had been punctured, and the one on my stomach, were bigger and pink in color, and the seams were more noticeable where I’d been stitched up. In time they too would fade, but they would remain obvious reminders of my attack. I turned until I could see the scar on my back.

As I inspected the long track on my back I felt tears fill my eyes. I was alive, I should have been happy--happy that the baby I was carrying would be born, happy that I would still have a life with Rock, and our children. I ran my hand over my baby bump, as if comforting the child inside me. “I already love you,” I said softly. “I promise to keep you safe.” The scars didn’t look so bad when I was staring at them through tear-filled eyes.

I spent the next hour preparing for my attack on Rock. I shaved, plucked, and scrubbed my body, then shampooed my hair before rubbing myself all over with lavender-scented lotion. Since I didn’t want to be obvious about what I had on my mind, I slipped on a short linen skirt and a georgette blouse that buttoned down the front. I didn’t wear a bra, knowing that Rock would be able to see my breasts through my top if he looked hard enough, and I knew that he would.

I also left off my panties for when things got hot.

I hoped things got hot.

Rock wasn’t going to know what hit him.

Chapter 34

Rock

I raced down the road toward home with a shit-load of crap on my mind, and it all involved one name, Boomer. Every time we thought we were getting close to locating the Blue Knights, it led to a dead fucking end. Nomads didn’t usually have a clubhouse, they liked to travel, and it had become apparent early on that right after their ambush they had gone south, after we had taken out half their club.

That is, if what Toby had finally broke down and told us was true.

Once I’d returned to the cellar that day and he’d heard that we knew about Boomer and his connection with the Red Devils, his cocky attitude had deflated. Seeing his brothers ended by Big John right before his eyes, he’d begun to squeal like a baby pig, probably hoping that his cooperation would gain him his freedom, another sign that the kid was too young and inexperienced, because clubs like ours didn’t strike deals, and we sure as fuck didn’t deal kindly with snitches. He hadn’t had a prayer of leaving that basement in one piece.

Dark Menace and Wild Marauders were on the lookout for Blue Knights, too. Anything related to the Red Devils was of interest to them. Rebel, the brother who had identified Boomer, had been the one who’d infiltrated the Red Devils for Stone when shit between the three clubs had become serious. His memory of Boomer had been that he was a sneaky, cold-blooded bastard who seemed to have luck on his side, and that he knew how to blend in. He was a real snake when it came to working both sides.

All you had to do to kill a snake was chop off its fucking head.

I wasn’t too fucking happy when I pulled up to the house to see that Michelle’s car wasn’t in the drive. The two prospects were still there and swiftly moved out of the way when I pulled my bike up close to where they were standing. I flipped off the engine and kicked the stand down with enough force to break it, dismounting with growing anger. Nothing was going right, and arriving home to see that Michelle had gone and the prospects looking too at ease was the last fucking straw.

“Where the fuck is Michelle?”

One shrugged, while the other said, “Didn’t say, just took off about two hours ago.”

Fucking hell! “And why the fuck are you two just standing around looking like you have nothing better to do? That’s my woman in there. You’re here to make sure no one gets to her. That means walking the place down and covering all sides, not just the fucking front.”

“We were−”

My glare cut the prospect off. He and I both knew that he’d better not make any excuses. “Just do it,” I snarled, before storming past them to the front door. I found it locked, thanking God for that, at least. Once I was inside I tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter, taking a quick glance around for Allie. A movement outside drew my gaze toward the sliding glass doors that led to the back deck.

She’d just stepped into the house. Fuck, she looked gorgeous. My dick immediately woke up, reminding me of how long it’d been since I’d fucked her. There was a wine glass in her hand, and she paused from taking a step when she saw me, and then the most radiant smile on the face of the earth curved that tempting mouth up while turning her eyes into glittering gems.

“Hi,” she smiled, almost shyly. “I was just coming in for some more wine.” She lifted her empty glass.

“Hi, babe.” I couldn’t move, afraid that if I did I would pounce on her like the hungry animal that I was inside. I fought to downplay my arousal, but there was no hiding the full-blown erection tenting my pants. The anger simmering through me over the shit I couldn’t control didn’t stand a chance against her sexy presence.

Fuck, I wanted her. Naked. Right now. On my dick.

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