Page 33 of Chaos
“Liv, Sweetpea,” I say, getting on the floor next to her and pulling her into my lap, cradling her in arms.
I stroke her hair and whisper to her that everything is going to be okay. My t-shirt is in her fist as she clings to me, sobbing.
“Make him take it back. My dad is not dead, he wouldn’t leave me. Tell him Chaos, make him take it back,” she begs me.
She is breaking my heart; I give Dyno the evil eye over the top of Liv’s head.
“Olivia is our princess and belongs at home.” Dyno says with a smirk on his face.
I really want to swipe that fucking smirk right off his face.
“She is my Ol’ lady, already claimed her and voted on.”
He drops the smirk and I fight to hide my smile. Now is not the time to smile while Liv is still shaking in my arms.
“It has not been approved by our club,” Dyno shouts angrily.
“Doesn’t need to be, it was approved by her father who is the President. So, doesn’t matter what the fuck you say.”
“The President is dead and I am the new one. You don’t have my permission and you never will.”
I stand up with Olivia in my arms, I am not staying here with her to listen to this.
“You haven’t been voted in as President, so don’t get all excited yet.”
I walk away and head straight for our room. Laying on the bed with Liv still in my arms, I hold her while she continues to sob.
“Please Declan. Please tell me he is the lying bastard I think he is.”
“Oh, Sweetpea, I wish I could. I spoke with Archer just before the prospect came to get me. He told me it is true; I am so sorry Liv. He died in bike accident.”
The scream of pain that rips from her body has been me holding her closer, while my ears are ringing, her scream was so loud. Within seconds, Riot, Dolla, Mayhem and Psycho all storm into my room.
“We heard her scream,” Mayhem explains.
Nodding, I tell them it is true about Judge.
Riot crawls into the other side of the bed and curls himself around Liv.
“I am so fucking sorry petal. We are here if you need us.”
“Thank you Riot,” she says between breaths as she tries to calm herself.
“We are all here for you Liv,” Mayhem tells her.
“We got you,” adds Psycho.
“You are family Liv; we will look after you,” Dolla says.
“We will leave you in peace,” Riot says as he unwinds himself from around my woman, and kissing her on the forehead.
I would be jealous if it was anyone else, but Liv has formed a close bond with all my brothers. Each of them takes it in turns giving her a hug and kiss on the forehead before leaving us in peace.
I hold her tightly in my arms while she cries herself to sleep.
Fourteen
Olivia
