Page 24 of Death's Devotion
Yes, it’s a rapid turnaround for me. I went from one extreme to the next and for the first time in my life, I’m completely at ease with my decision. There’s no hesitation or second guessing myself. Kelsey and Brent are supposed to be in my life. they are meant to be mine. No one will ever take them from me and I won’t let my fears of the past repeating itself make me push them away. Kelsey isn’t Brittny. She wants me for the man she sees and nothing more. It’s evident by the way she avoids the clubhouse, doesn’t talk to the guys guarding her but still manages to take care of them, and by the way her sole focus is on me and only me. It doesn’t matter who else is around from the club, I’m the person Kelsey sees and that’s it. Her eyes always follow me and takes in everything I do.
The best part of this new reality is falling asleep with her in my arms and waking up with her laying on top of me. Well, as much as her stomach will let her. She uses me like her own personal body pillow and I’m not going to complain one bit. Especially not when I feel our son moving around inside her. The first time I felt him move, it freaked me out. Now, I live for laying my hand on her stomach and feeling him roll around or move one of his body parts across her body. I’ve never been one of those touchy feely guys, but with her I am. I’m always putting my hand on her in one way or another. And it’s not for sex. I’m not saying we haven’t had sex, but like I said, I want everything Kelsey has to give me.
Kelsey’s guard is still up when it comes to me, and I can’t blame her. She’s waiting for me to push her away or tell her I can’t do this. It’s why she hasn’t moved her stuff from the apartment into my house yet. She goes there to change every day and make sure she has what Brent needs, goes to work, and then comes to my house after she’s done working for the day. I’m working daily to get her to drop her guard and break through the walls she’s keeping erected. I’ll spend the rest of my life doing whatever I have to in order to break them down.
When I’m not working or training at the gym, I’m out searching for Vince and our missing Prospect. Zeus is back to working and he managed to catch the Prospect fleeing Braedon on his bike just after leaving the shop and Kelsey alone when Vince beat the fuck out of her. There’s been no sighting of him coming back to town either. He’s left his family, a pregnant girlfriend, and everything he knows behind. All because he felt taking money from Vince was in his best interest. We’ve put the word out to other clubs and know he’s still got his cut from us. If anyone finds him, we’ll be called immediately to tell whoever gets him what to do. Lash is leaving the decision up to me. I already know what’s going to happen. They’re going to hold him until I get there and then I’ll take my time making him pay for the crimes he’s committed against the club and more importantly, Kelsey.
There has been absolutely no sign of Vince around either. I know he’s running out of money and has no allies to back him up. His father has called me more than once to see if we’ve caught him or not. LaRusso even gave me a marker and it’s one I don’t plan on using anytime soon. I’ll save it until we really need it and make sure the fucker follows through. Sal does know I’ve got his marker and isn’t happy about it either. He understands the situation, but feels as if I’m going to go against him. That’ll never happen. I’m loyal as fuck and Sal is someone I would call a friend.
Today isn’t about any of that shit, though. It’s about celebrating the Fourth of July with the club. And Kelsey’s first time around the club as more than a caterer. Lash hired someone to bring in food so Kels didn’t have to spend hours or days inside the kitchen cooking and baking for everyone. She’s not going to work when she needs to take shit easy. Not something anyone is having an easy time convincing her to do. The women is determined to make sure the shop succeeds at any cost. I’m about to sic Jaelyn on her ass so she knows she doesn’t need to kill herself working so much.
Bronwan has been spending more time at the shop with her and every Sunday the Rebels are sent there to clean the place from top to bottom. Lash was pissed when he found out she’s been working seven days a week with no breaks. So, he stepped up and told her it wasn’t gonna keep happening. One of the guys supervise the Rebels when they’re working and make sure they don’t go anywhere near the kitchen. That’s the only room Kels has to worry about and she cleans it religiously as she works throughout the day.
The catering portion of the company is taking off faster and better than anyone realized it would. Multiple days a week she goes to some sort of event, makes sure it’s exactly what the client wants, and then cleans up her portion of the event at the end of the time. Those days are long as fuck for Kels and I make sure she relaxes the second she’s done. I drive the SUV for her and give her a whole body massage once she’s done. It’s one area we can’t get her to stop doing no matter what we say or the help we offer her. That’s her baby and she’s determined to make sure everything is perfect for each event.
“Half Pint, are you almost ready to go?” I call out, walking in our bedroom to find Brent sitting on the floor with a few toys around him.
“Almost. Just putting my hair up and then I’ll be ready to go,” she answers.
Brent makes his way over to me. He’s been crawling around the house and we’ve had to put baby gates up at the end of the hall and a few other places we don’t want him in. Again, I thought I’d hate things changing in my house but I don’t. When Brent gets to me, he uses my jeans to try and pull himself up. Bending down, I lift Brent in my arms as he snuggles in close to me. The feeling of holding him close is something I’ve come to love. This little boy puts his complete trust in me and believes I’ll protect him and not let him get hurt as he falls asleep or plays with my cut. He even tries to pry the tattoos off my skin with his little fingers because he doesn’t know what they are. The best thing about Brent is hearing his little laugh. It’s so pure and innocent. He doesn’t know about the evil in the world and I hope that lasts longer than it did for me.
“I’m ready,” Kelsey says making her way out of the bathroom.
She’s wearing a long dress that molds to her stomach showing off where our boy rests in her body. There’s a long slit up one side showing me peeks of her pale skin. The low cut top reveals the creamy swells of her tits as she steps up to us and runs her hand down Brent’s back. The smell of lavender and something uniquely belonging to Kelsey envelops me and I suck in a deep breath. Kelsey has no make-up covering her face and her long, dark hair is thrown up in one of those messy things women seem to love. A few curls frame her face and I know she’ll be tucking them behind her ears shortly. She can’t stand to have hair touching her face for very long.
“You look amazin’,” I tell her honestly.
“Thank you. I’ve got Brent’s diaper bag already to go. I’m ready whenever you are,” she tells me as I watch her slide her feet into a pair of flip flops.
She’s not really wearing much else these days. Her feet hurt her and she spends all day on them. Her toenails are painted red and stand out against the black of her dress and flip flops. After grabbing the diaper bag, we all head out and make our way to the SUV parked in the garage. I don’t let her park outside the garage so Vince, or anyone else, can see her here. It’s not that I’m hiding her, it’s more a safety precaution until Vince is dealt with once and for all.
The club’s party has been raging on for hours. Everyone is drinking, talking, laughing, and having a good time. I’ve been sitting with Kelsey for a while when Sabotage calls me over to him. Jaelyn is with Kels as they hold the triplets and talk about the shop. Bronwan is also sitting with them. Brent is playing in the grass at Kelsey’s side as she keeps an eye on him. Hartley is inside resting right now. She’s had a long day and Lash took her in with her daughter and son to get some rest before we set off the fireworks.
“Death, how are things goin’? Are you losin’ your mind yet?” Sab asks when I walk up to him after handing me a beer.
“I gotta be honest with ya, I’m fuckin’ lovin’ it. Knowin’ I get Brent and Kels to come home to every day is better than I ever thought it’d be. It never felt like this when I was with that skank. Not even fuckin’ close,” I tell him honestly.
“And what’s goin’ on between the two of you?” he pries, the nosey fucker he is.
“We’re takin’ it a day at a time. She’s built her walls up high as fuck when it comes to me. I can’t blame her for it either. I pushed her away multiple times and can’t expect any less. I’ll do what I have to in order to demolish those walls and make sure she knows I’m in this. I want to be with her, our son, and Brent more than anythin’. No one’s gonna take them away from me and I’ll only walk away if she decides she doesn’t want to be with me.”
“Has she moved her stuff from the apartment?”
“Not yet. It’s because of those walls she has up. We’ll get there,” I tell him as Shank comes up to join us.
Before anything else can be said, two Rebels come up. One of them wraps herself around Shank and purrs in his ear about what she wants to do to him. The fucker grins down at her with a wicked gleam in his eye. When the other Rebel, I don’t even know their names, tries to latch herself onto me, I pry her hands off me. She doesn’t get the hint as Sabotage and Shank watch on. Just as I’m about to open my mouth and tell her to fuck off, she’s ripped from my side. The bitch lands on her ass a few feet from me.
“What the fuck?” she screeches out, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Death doesn’t have an ol’ lady and you don’t get to determine who he fucks. I was riding his cock last night. Gonna be riding it again tonight during the fireworks.”
“You were riding Death’s cock last night?” Kelsey asks, stepping up to tower over the Rebel from her place on the ground.
“All fucking night long you fucking whale. Go on a fucking diet and lose some weight if you want one of these men to be interested in you,” the Rebel says looking smug for insulting Kelsey.
“I’m not fat you fucking idiot. I’m pregnant. You know carrying a baby in my body to bring new life into the world. And I know you weren’t riding Death’s cock last night because he was pounding me into his fucking mattress. More than once. Wore me right the fuck out. You know because I’m carryinghisbaby. So, I’m gonna say this one fucking time. Keep. Your. Hands. Off. Death. And it only makes you look desperate to make up lies about fucking someone. I’m sure someone else will fill your loose pussy,” Kelsey says, claiming my ass in front of everyone here.
Loud cheers and clapping fill the air around us. Jaelyn and Bronwan are laughing hysterically from there seat a few feet away. They’re praising my girl and talking shit to the Rebel who’s face has turned a deep shade of red. I watch on as she pushes herself off the ground and stomps away like a petulant child. Stupid bitch. However, my cock is hard as steel and if Kelsey is gonna claim me in front of the club, then I’m gonna fucking claim her back.
“Half Pint,” I growl out her name, turning her so she’s facing me. “You gonna claim me in front of everyone here? Make sure everyone knows I’m yours?”
