Page 17 of Havoc
“Yea?”
“Brother, you still have a contact at the prison?”
“Yea, a buddy of mine. He owes me a few favors. What’s up?”
Relief fills me knowing I can take care of this for her. “I need the asshole that went after Chrissy taken care of. His last name is Cane. Fucker needs to not make it to his trial.”
“Consider it done.”
Walking back into the living room Chrissy is still where I left her.
“Don’t worry about the trial.” Her eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Can’t give you the details so don’t ask. You eat dinner?”
She shakes her head. Grabbing the phone, I order us a pizza, then sit next to her. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…” She looks around and I feel like she’s uncomfortable. “Are things always that easy? Things that shouldn’t be? You just make a call and have someone taken care of? Crime comes so easy?”
My fingers grip her chin and pull her face to me. “What you need to understand is that we take care of our own. No matter what the circumstance. No matter what it takes. When I claimed you, so did the club. You are a part of our family now, my family. Anyone who hurts you will never have an opportunity to do it again. This is something that you’ll have to get used to, shit may not always be legal but it always has a purpose. I need to know if you can handle that.”
She doesn’t say anything for a long time before she meets my eyes again. “I’ll work on it. It won’t be immediate. I’ll have questions.”
“You can ask me anything, but you need to accept if it’s something I can’t give you an answer to.”
She looks away. “That’s what I don’t get. I’m supposed to be yours, supposed to be the club’s family, but I have to be kept in the dark? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“You are family, but you aren’t a brother. The girls could probably explain it better than me. Maybe you should all try and go to lunch together, do some girly shit.”
Her eyebrow raises at me. “Girly shit? What am I a teenager?”
“Listen, I don’t know what they do. If I had to guess, probably drink and talk shit on us. You’d love it.” I wink at her and actually get a smile back. “Now what’s gonna happen is that I’m takin’ your sexy ass in the bedroom and we aren’t coming out till morning.”
Her eyes widen at the same time her smile does. “Well, when you put it so romantically.”
“Don’t pretend like you want that shit. You like it rough and raw, and I fucking love it.”
I scoop her up trying to be careful of her ribs and kick the bedroom door shut behind me.
Placing her on the floor I grip the hem of the shirt she’s wearing and pull it up over her head. She hooks her fingers into her shorts pulling them and her panties down at the same time.
“Lay down,” I say as I take my cut off and lay it on her dresser. Shedding the rest of my clothes I look at her laying on the bed, her hair surrounding her head like a damn halo.
Positioning myself above her I favor the side without the bruises. My head dips placing gentle kisses over the dark purple marks. Goose bumps break out across her skin as her nails run across my back.
“Rock,” she groans out and my dick gets harder as my name rolls off her lips. I kiss her marks trying to ease her pain while hating that I couldn’t protect her from it. Each kiss moves lower until I wrap around her body and get to her pussy. I pause and she squirms underneath me.
My head dips as I taste her, a hum of appreciation coming from me. I love the way that she tastes and that she’s mine to have. I spread her wide and start stroking her with my tongue, loving the moans coming from her and she arches into my mouth. As I devour her like she’s my last meal, her legs squeeze my shoulders tight as she screams.
Looking up her chest is heaving and she has a sated smile on her face. I kneel next to her taking her hand and pulling her up. Pulling her back against me, I take a minute enjoying the way her bare skin feels against mine. My hand runs up her back pushing down once I reach her shoulders.
I may need to be gentle but I also need to take her tonight.
