Ryker Fallen Angel's MC 3 (7 page)

Chapter 18

Lying in bed, the world spins around me. I look over at Jersey and she is crying in her sleep. My stomach bottoms out as I realize what I did. I did exactly what my dick wanted and not my head.

Tears coat her cheeks causing her hair to stick to her face. I reach over and run my fingers across it and tuck it behind her ear. Her soft wet skin ignites a fire in me. I don’t want it to, but it does.

“I can’t be what you need. I can’t be anything for anyone. I can make sure you’re safe though.” Whispering to her I know she can’t hear me. Her dreams have taken a hold of her and I don’t see them easing up either.

I lie back and grab a cigarette lighting it up as I lean against the headboard. I don’t know what to do next. I know when this lock-down is over she’s going to the fucking apartment where I can’t touch her. She deserves more than what a piece of shit like me can give her.

Blowing out a ring of smoke I look down at her. She seems to be stronger than I gave her credit for. I looked at her like a broken little girl and maybe after the shock wears off she may be. I don’t know how someone could live through what she did and come out stronger. It doesn’t make sense to me.

Jersey stirs as I look back down at her. Those blue eyes of hers open as she gazes sleepily up at me.

“What time is it?” Yawning, I want to shove my dick in her little mouth.

“Five in the mornin’. Go back to sleep darlin’.” Jersey shakes her head as she pushes herself up, the sheet slipping down her naked body. God damn it! My dick stirs instantly at the sight in front of me.

Jersey doesn’t seem to care that she’s naked but my eyes travel over the little scars that mark her back.

Without thinking about it, my hand reaches out and my fingers run over them. Jersey’s body shudders as I chuckle.

“Who did this to you?” I let my fingers linger a little longer than I should before I pull my hand back.

“Some of the guys that came in there weren’t as nice as you.” Laughing harder now, she slides back keeping a straight face as she settles against the headboard next to me.

“I’m not a nice guy sweetheart.” Jersey huffs out a breath. Damn this little girl has one hell of an attitude on her. If I didn’t already make up my mind to stay the fuck away from her, I would shove my dick back in that sweet little pussy again.

“After what I’ve seen, you are probably the nicest person I’ve ever met.” Reaching over she grabs the cigarette out of my hand before bringing it to her lips. I can’t take my eyes off those lips either. I felt the softness of them.

“Then you must have met some pretty shitty people. Once we get shit settled you’ll be stayin’ at my place. Find you job or whatever the fuck you wanna do. I’ll stay here.” Her head snaps around as she studies my face. As much as I want to drag that body back on top of mine, I can’t.

“What do you mean? You just risked your life for me to leave me?” She looks confused and if I wasn’t in my right mind at the moment I would be too.

“I shouldn’t have touched you, sweetheart. For that I’m sorry.” Jersey flies out of the bed with my cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she grabs my shirt off the floor. I watch her slide it over her head before stuffing the cigarette back in between those lips.

“I don’t need to wait. Thanks though.” Taking another drag, I think I like this little attitude she has going on.

She snuffs the cigarette out as she grabs her jeans pulling them on. I watch in amazement that she has the balls for this after what happened to her.

A knock on the door pulls my attention away from the crazed girl.

“Yeah!” The door opens as I light up another cigarette when Creed walks in.

“What’s goin’ on?” Looking back and forth between us he chuckles.

“Just chillin’ brother. What’s goin’ on?” Ignoring the stomping little girl, I look at Creed as he raises his eyebrows.

“We got a little situation. Hey, what the fuck are you doin’?” Looking back at Jersey, she grabs her shirt and panties off the floor.

“I’m leaving.” Creed looks back at me but I just shrug. I don’t know what the lunatic is thinking. Clearly the girl has some kind of mental shit going on right now.

“She lost her God damn mind brother.” Jersey whips her head around to look at me. Pure disgust is written all over her face.

“You told me to go!” Shaking my head, Creed laughs.

“I warned you brother but shit’s just got crazier. Your parents got word that you aren’t where you’re supposed to be.” Jersey’s eyes widen before she looks at Creed.

“What? Do they know I’m here? They can’t get to me here, right?” I chuckle at that one. Now she’s worried. A minute ago she was running out the God damn door!

“They can’t touch you here if you’re an old lady. So, say hi to your new husband.” I look up to see Creed pointing at me with that fucked up smirk on his face.

Oh fuck that shit!

Chapter 19

“You must of lost your God damn mind brother!” Throwing the blankets off I stand up quickly.

“God damn Ryker! Put some fuckin’ clothes on!” Smiling over at Creed I think it’s funny that he has to stand there while my dick swings free.

“You’re in my room brother. What the fuck is this shit?” Walking towards the closet I grab a pair of sweatpants and pull them on before coming back out.

“Just what the fuck I said! You think I risked my club to throw her back out into that shit? You made that decision Ryker. I warned your ass that shit could get real and this is as real as it can get.” Holding his arms out to make his point I run my hand through my hair. This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.

“Creed, come on brother! I can’t marry that girl.” Pointing over at Jersey, I don’t even look at her. My eyes are trained on Creed.

“Yeah you can and you will. You brought this shit into the club, Ryker. You made it personal, now you need to deal with it.” Creed doesn’t turn away from me either. How the fuck is this even supposed to work anyways?

“What if I don’t want to marry him?” I faintly hear Jersey’s voice but I can’t pull away from Creed.

“This is crazy! What the fuck is that gonna prove? Who the fuck am I provin’ shit to anyways?” Grabbing the old beer off the dresser I take a long drink. Shit, I need more than this shit.

“I don’t think it will work.” Jersey’s voice again. Shit I need a joint.

“Look, the only way the club is gonna to protect her is if she’s your old lady. We don’t fuck women over like most clubs but her family is threatenin’ a whole shit load of trouble if she isn’t married to someone.” Jesus Christ! My mind is a complete fuck!

“Fuck! I didn’t plan on this shit! I thought I’d get her out and let her move on!” Scrubbing my hand over my face I pace the room.

“Well she’s here now brother. Fuckin’ deal with it. We got the fuckin’ priest comin’ over now.” Shaking my head, I don’t know what the fuck to do here.

“Is that going to work?” Jersey turns towards Creed but now isn’t the time for her to talk. I need to figure this shit out.

“How long do I have to do this shit?” Screaming louder, I keep pacing.

“Fuck if I know! Until we get the other girls cleared out and safe. Get the Dusts’ and Shifters’ off our asses. What the fuck does it matter?!” Creed looks pissed yet amused all at the same time. He would find this funny.

“God damn it!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Jersey’s screams pierce my God damn ears. I look over at the same time as Creed. The girl is beyond pissed off right now.

“What the fuck you screamin’ for?” Glaring at her she puts her hands on her hips.

“Do I have a say in this? I don’t want to marry that asshole.” She points at me as she looks Creed in the face.

“No. You don’t have a God damn say in this. Now typically I’m not this much of an asshole but my brother over there made it this way. He wanted you out of that motherfuckin’ house more than the fuckin’ air he breathes. Club got brought into it, now you deal with it. This is a fuckin’ win, win for you darlin’. You have all you need here. You’ll be taken care of and not auctioned off. You’ll have the protection of the club and your family won’t touch you.” Jersey looks down at her hands before Creed reaches in and lifts her chin. My blood boils as I watch his hand on her face. I want to snap that fucker’s wrist right now and I have no fucking idea why.

“You’re safe here. As scary as that son of a bitch right there is, he feels somethin’ or you wouldn’t be here. Look at him, he wants to snap my God damn neck right now.” He thought he was talking quietly but I heard every word he just said.

Jersey turns her face to look at me as the muscles in my jaw clench. He is right though; I want to kick his ass right now.

“Are you sure they can’t get to me?” Turning back to Creed, he nods his head.

“No one can get to you without goin’ through us.” His tone has calmed as he talks to her now. It seems to be what she needs though. I can’t do it. I feel like I’m about to explode.

“Get your ass out here in ten minutes!” Creed snaps at me before turning and leaving the room. Jersey and I stand in an awkward silence as I let this play out in my head. No matter which way I play it, it ends badly.

“I’m sorry I’m making this hard for you.” Looking up I see Jersey’s blue eyes saddened. I don’t like that look on her.

“The only thing you’re makin’ hard is my dick. Everything else is on me.” Scrubbing my hand over my face I see the little smile cross hers. At least I made her smile once.

“I mean it though. You wouldn’t have to deal with any of this if it wasn’t for me.” Jersey looks down again digging in her jean pocket. I set my bottle down and snuff out my cigarette before moving towards her.

Her hand comes up with my patch in it again. Taking it in my hand I flip it over in my hands as I think this over. She’ll be safe. She will be out of harm’s way, no one buying her. That has to make it worth it right?

Reaching for her hand I slide my name patch back into it.

“Creed’s right, darlin’. Hold onto this a little longer for me, yeah?” Nodding her head, I close her hand around the patch once more.

“God damn it. Let’s go get fuckin’ married.”

Chapter 20

The guys are laughing as the gir
l’
s fuss over Jersey. She seems to be attaching to Cher the easiest. I can see why though. Cher is a sweetheart and a good person.

I sit at the bar with a line of shot glasses in front of me. What better way to celebrate your fucking marriage than to get wasted.

“You gotta get her a ring brother.” Whipping my head to the side I look at Piper like he’s lost his mind. I see that look in his eyes, the old bastard is enjoying this shit.

“The fuck? This ain’t no long term thing Piper. She don’t need a God damn ring.” Piper chuckles as I throw back another shot. Piper is one of the older brothers here. He’s a good guy with a heart of gold. He’s good with the younger kids and even tutored Bella when she came back.

“You know I’m the wise one yeah? That girl isn’t goin’ anywhere. Get her a ring.” Chuckling I grab the next glass and tip it up.

“You’re crazy as hell brother. That girl ain’t but 20 years old.” Piper looks over at Jersey before looking back at me.

“Yeah, I can see that. You’re old as shit too. That doesn’t mean a thing. You could put a hundred people in a room but the one that holds your soul will find you no matter what. Souls don’t look at age or race. Souls only look for each other.” Piper stands and walks away as I glance over at Jersey.

Is that what she is? Is she the other part of me, of my soul?

I watch as she smiles a little smile at the girls before it falls and her eyes drift to mine. I can’t pull them away from her either. Our eyes are connected and a fire burns between us. No words are needed.

Jersey smiles slightly at me before Bella bounces over to her. I watch as they talk. Bella is so animated. Her smile tells it all, she’s happy to see the girl she knew about all those years ago.

The girls talk a little more as I throw back a few more shots.

“Hey.” Looking over I see Bella smiling at me.

“Hey darlin’. You doin’ alright?” She sways slightly or at least that’s how she looks to me. Shit, I could be fairly drunk right now too.

“I am now. Jersey said that she saw Deb and Cassidy. They’re ok. She said they were moved to another house a few weeks ago.” I nod my head. That’s good news right? It has to be after this damn day.

“We’ll find them Bella.” I don’t know what else to say to her. Shit I told her I’d find them once and I didn’t.

“I know. I just wanted to say thank you for pushing the issue with the club. If you didn’t I would have never known if they were alive and Jersey might not be alive right now.” The reality of what she’s saying drives a knife into my stomach. Looking over I can’t stop looking at her. It’s like when I can’t see her, be near her, I’m not at ease.

“I couldn’t leave her there.” The words come out more as a reassurance to myself than for Bella.

“I see how you look at her. Jersey has something about her that pulls people in. Just don’t hurt her Ryker. She has been through more hell than you know.” Bella’s hand lands on my shoulder as I look up at her.

“I’m not gonna hurt her Bella. I’m gonna stay as far away from her as I can. I won’t let shit happen to her but that’s where this shit ends.” Bella giggles making me shake my head.

“What’s that for?” Bella drops on the stool next to me before she speaks.

“I just said I see the way you look at her. You’re not fooling me. You like her. I’m a girl Ryker I know these things.” Chuckling slightly I look at her.

“That’s right. You’re a girl. A child. So is she Bella. I’m too damn old for that girl.” Bella explodes into laughter as I pull out a joint and light it up. Females today are killing me.

“Oh my God Ryker! You aren’t old! Besides, age means nothing.” Oh good God please don’t let her go into one of Piper’s life lessons, I can’t take that right now.

“Bella if you fuckin’ quote Piper I will lose my God damn mind.” Bella laughs before she stands and kisses my cheek, pulling at my beard.

“You really should shave. Maybe you’d look younger.” Bella giggles as I swat at her before she walks away. That damn girl is just like her dad.

“You gonna be ok with all this?” Tank walks up next to me as I nod.

“Yeah, Bella set my ass straight.” Chuckling I grab another shot and throw it back.

“She has a way with words, yeah?” That’s a fucking understatement.

“She has somethin’ brother. I don’t know how you do that father thing. I don’t think I’m cut out for that shit.” Tank laughs before he turns and walks away.

I lean my arms against the bar as I watch my new wife smiling like she belongs here. A part of me wishes that she did. I could get used to the feelings I get when I’m near her.