Page 48 of Unbreakable
"I mean Demetri went to Chicago and ended them?"
"And Ronan?"
"Ronan was brought here." At my confession Grace's body stiffens.
"You have nothing to be afraid of, babe. Demetri knew Ronan's life was mine. That's why he was brought here."
Grace is silent for a few beats before she speaks again. Looking me dead in my eyes she orders with a cold tone. "I want you to do to him what he's done to me. I want him to suffer."
The moment I open the door to the basement, Ronan's angry voice echoes off the walls. "You won't get away with this! My men will end every one of you. You low life bikers are going to regret this!" With a menacing chuckle, I clear the last step and walk fully into the room. Gabriel has Ronan strung up by his wrists, and he has been stripped down naked. Meanwhile, Logan, Reid, Quinn, and Bennett stand around looking bored.
"Nobody will be coming for you, you cocksucker, because they are all dead. Your father included." I deliver the bad news. At first, he looks like he doesn't believe me, but then he looks around at the smug look on my mens' faces, and he suddenly pales. The look doesn't last long before he quickly recovers, and his arrogance is showing again.
"You sure are going through a lot of trouble for my whore of a wife."
Not two seconds after those words leave his mouth, I bring my booted foot up and swiftly nail him in the balls. Ronan screams out like a little girl and vomits onto the basement floor. My action causes the men in the room to groan and wince. "With a dick that little any woman who has the displeasure of sleeping with you is going to eventually look for a man with a cock that can satisfy them. And don't worry, Grace is plenty satisfied."
Striding to the far-right corner of the basement, I pick up the water hose and make my way back to the piece of shit who is making a mess on my floor. Turning it on, I proceed to douse Ronan's body with icy cold water. Fifteen minutes later, he is a shivering pathetic mess. Dropping the hose, I walk up to Ronan and get in his face. "You want to know what Grace requested right before I came down here? She told me to make sure I do to you what you've done to her. To make you suffer the way she did. And you know what? Nothing will bring me more pleasure than doing just that." I tell him as I step back and proceed to unbuckle my belt and slip it off. "I even wore the one belt with the biggest fuckin' buckle, just for you." This is the first time my brothers are getting a notion of what Grace's husband has done to her. And I see the fury in their eyes as they put two and two together as I remove my belt from around my waist. They knew she endured some abuse, but I never disclosed what kind. I know that what is said in this basement will never make it beyond these walls. Grace will never have to worry about them knowing because they will never say a word.
With my belt tightly gripped in my hand, I circle my prey. "Only a pussy would put their hands on a woman. Only a cocksucker would take his belt and beat a woman in an attempt to break her. Only a little dick son of a bitch feels he has to make a woman feel less than him." I spit, and in one swift swing, I deliver my first lash across Ronan's back causing him to bow.Whack, whack, whack.My belt makes contact three more times and each one of my swings becomes more forceful. The images of Grace's scares are at the forefront of my mind, and the memory of finding her naked body tied up in that house is fueling my rage. I continue to swing until my arm is tired and I lose count as to how many blows I have given, and Ronan's screams of pain vibrate off the walls.
Taking a few steps back, I look at the defeated bloody piece of shit before me. "You don't have shit to say anymore do ya? How about asking for mercy? That's what I want. Ask me for mercy and to forgive you, just like you demanded of my woman."
"The bitch deserved everything she got." Ronan bites out through the pain. Taking my gun from my cut, I aim it and fire a single shot to his shoulder. The same shoulder Grace was shot in. With Ronan roaring out in pain, I rush up to the fucker, grab a fist full of his hair and force his steely eyes to look at me. "That bullet was for Grace. The same woman who you did not break. The same woman who is upstairs in my bed with my baby in her belly and my daughter at her side. That's right motherfucker, Remi is my daughter now."
Releasing his head, I step back, and motion to Bennett who steps forward without a word raises his piece and fires a bullet into Ronan's ribs. "That's for my wife and me." He seethes and spits at Ronan's feet.
"What do you think of us low life bikers now? How does it feel knowing that your whole empire was brought down by the Volkovs and the Kings? Better yet, how does it feel knowing you'll be burning in hell, while Grace will become my queen? And do you want to know somethin' about my queen? She doesn't ask anyone for forgiveness. Nor does she ask for mercy. Because now Grace takes what she wants. In your case, it will be your pathetic life. And what my queen can't take; I take for her." With those parting words, I raise my pistol and fire one last shot, right between Ronan's eyes.
26
Grace
Stretching my arms over my head, I open my eyes. The morning sun has started to bask the bedroom with its warmth and light making it a perfect start to a beautiful Montana day. I can not believe how much our lives have changed. Ronan and his family are gone. They are no longer a shadow looming over our lives, and I no longer have to run or hide. There are so many wonderful people in my life to thank for the fact we are free of worry. Waking up every morning for the past few weeks finally able to breathe a sigh of relief that we have been able to go about our day to day without having to look over our shoulder is our new reality now and I'm beyond thankful. Remi has gone back to school, I've been working at the bakery every day, and Jake has been able to focus on the rebuilding of his shop.
"Come here," Jake rumbles, his voice raspy from sleep as he pulls my body close to his.
"Morning," I softly say and run my fingers through his beard.
"What are your plans for the day, babe," he asks palming my left breast.
"The usual. Dropping Remi off at school, going to work." Leaning in close his warm breath causes goosebumps to spread across my flesh as he drags his lips down my neck, then across my shoulder. I lose concentration when Jake gently rolls one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and takes the other into his mouth. My hands begin to explore his bare chest, back, and strong arms as he brings his massive body to hover over mine. My legs open letting him settled between them and his thick, heavy arousal presses against my inner thigh.
"I've barely touched you, and your pussy is hot for me." Jake moans and I continue to press against him. "You are so fuckin' beautiful, Little Bird." He tells me before stealing my breath with an all-consuming kiss as his lips claim mine. His hand skates down my side, and over the flare of my hip as he lowers himself. Wrapping his fingers behind my knee, he guides my leg to rest on his shoulder. Feeling bold, I reach between us and wrap my small hand around his girth giving him a few strokes. "Fuck, babe, do that again," his eyes close. I stroke him a few more times. "Keep your hand wrapped around my cock and guide me into that sweet pussy, Little Bird." He demands. Pulling back, Jake pauses. With my leg still draped over his shoulder he slowly sinks into me. Taking his time Jake's movements are slow as he makes love to me.
"More, Jake," I beg.
"I. Will. Never. Get. My. Fill. Of. You. Grace. Never." He grunts with every thrust. Bearing down, Jake's pelvic bone makes perfect contact with my swollen clit sending me over the edge. My orgasm so intense my back bows and I moan out his name. At the same time he growls "Fuck," as he finds his release with me.
Resting my palm on Jake's cheek, I gaze into his eyes. "I still can't believe you're mine," I whisper.
"I'm the lucky one, Grace." He replies.
Later in the day,I close the bakery to meet Glory for some lunch. "Have you been in touch with your parents yet?" I ask Glory whose sitting across the table from me while we wait for Finn to show. He called this morning and asked us to meet him this afternoon.
"I called them last night," she picks the menu up and glances over it as she continues. "I told them you're having a baby, and now my mother is harping on me about giving her a grandchild," she gives a quick pause accompanied by a smile, "so thanks for that," she teases. Glory is over the moon happy for us. It didn’t take long before she practically knocked the door down on the day we found out, after Remi ran off to tell her. Since then not only do I have Jake shadowing my every move; my best friend has begun doing the same.
Laughing off her mother's eagerness to be a grandma I try to decide between the Cobb salad or caving to my cravings and order the double bacon chili cheeseburger. Catching notice of Finn walking through the door, I wave at him to grab his attention and he strides in our direction towards the back corner of the small restaurant where Glory and I are seated.
